okay finally happy with my choices

and sometimes you get to experience the closest thing to bliss…you get to go to the pool for the first time as yourself. shirtless. with a completely flat chest. no bikini top. no sports bra. no KT tape. • swimming has been a massive part of my life since I was little, from relaxing in the oceans of the west coast to competitive swimming, I’ve always felt calm around the water. but it was something I had to give up when I came out as transgender, I became terrified of the pool because my dysphoria would take over and my anxiety would cause me to trap myself inside. But today, I’m almost 6 months post op and I finally got to go back to my happy place for what feels like the very first time…I finally feel at peace with my body 🌸✨

2

I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with it, I just said I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish, because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather have died than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you, only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was, because that’s who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.

8


DELENA FOREVER Appreciation Week | Day 3: Favorite Scene

4x23 Graduation

“I wanted to apologize” “Good.” “Let me finish, I said I wanted to, and then I realized: I’m not sorry” “You would rather die than be human and you expect me to be okay with that?” “I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with that, I just said I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish; because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I’d rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you, only to loose you when I’m too old, and sick, and miserable, and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was because that’s who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.” “Fine, then I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything; that in death you were the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You made all the wrong choices and of all the choices that I’ve made, this will prove to be the worst one, but I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon. I love you.”

Red Carpet!

Requested by: @steph-oliveira Can you please do an imagine where it’s the first time the reader goes to a red carpet with Cody Christian and when they are getting ready he notices that she is a little bit scared and comforts her… And then when they are in the red carpet she is amazed how nice people are to her and Cody is happy the way they treat her? Fluff please?? Thank you very much ❤

Warning:None!

Note:Hey honey l know that l supposed to post this on Sunday but l just can’t wait..Sorry if this is long l really enjoyed writing it and also l’m sorry if the ending is bad..Let me know what are you thinking..Enjoy! :)


l was sitting on the couch watching some TV show when l heard a front door being open then closed,few minutes later Cody walked in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips..’Hey babe!’ l smiled ‘Heey!’ Soon he was lying down on the couch putting his head in my lap and l instantly started running my hand through his hair making it messy..l felt him relax under my touch..’Are you okay?’ He opened his eyes ‘Yeah,l’m just tired.’

l’ve been with Cody for 2 years now and l knew when something is bothering him..’ls that it or is there something else?’ He sat up and turned to look at me taking my hands in his ‘For a few days l want to ask you something but l just don’t know how.’

l looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed.’Baby you know that you can ask me anything.’

He nodded his head and let out a sigh ‘Okay..So l was wondering if maybe you want to go with me at the Teen Choice Awards on friday?’He looked so nervous while l was trying to hold back a smile..So,do you?’ l finally smiled ‘Of course l’ll go with you.’

He finally smiled and he hugged me and l hugged him back..We pulled away..’You make me happy and l love you so much .’ l kissed him and when we pulled away from the kiss l looked him in the eyes..’l love you too.’


The night of Teen Choice Awards finally came and l couldn’t  be more nervous.l was so focused on staring at the mirror fighting with myself about should l go or should l just stay home that l didn’t noticed when Cody walked into the room.’Babe are you ready?’ l turned around from the mirror rubing my hands against my thighs and fixing my dress a little.’l umm.’ln instant he was in front of me looking worried ‘Hey,are you okay?’ l let out a sigh ..’Cody l’m scared and nervous at the same time,maybe you should go without me..Because l know much this is important for you and l don’t want to embarass you.’

l looked at the floor avoiding his gaze..But soon l felted his hands on my cheeks’Baby look at me..’

l looked back at him..’You don’t have to be scared,everything is going to be just fine..And you could never embarass me because l love you the way you are and l wouldn’t change you for anything.’

l was finally able to let out a small smile..’There it is,that smile l love the most.’He kisssed me softly and l kissed him back.’Okay,no matter how much l want to stay home and enjoy ,we really need to go because we’re going to be late.’l smiled and nodded my head..


The gala was amazing…Cody was giving some interviews,while l was standing aside talking with a few people l knew.l even took a few photos with his fans and honestly they are the best fans in the world…After some time Cody joined me leaving a quick kiss on my lips.’Hey babe, sorry for leaving you completely alone.ls everything okay?’ l gave him a smile ‘Everything is perfect,don’t worry.’He smiled back pulling me closer to him and brushing his nose against mine ‘See l told you that there’s nothing to be scared of.’

l nodded my head and smiled,and then a interviewer came to us with a gentle smile on her face..;Hello Cody,could we talk with you for a little>’ Cody smiled and nodded his head ..’Tell us Cody now that Teen Wolf is over what do you plan to do next?’

‘Umm there’s a lot of things cooking ,but l can’t tell you more.You’ll find out anyway.’

We all smiled at his answer ‘So is this the lucky girl that stole your heart?’

Cody looked at me and smiled,then he looked back at the lady ‘Yeah that’s her and honestly l’m the luckiest man,having someone like her in my life is truly a blessing and l thank God for that every single day.’

l tried so hard not to smile and blush but l failed.’Tell us Y/N how do you feel being here since it’s your first time at the red carpet?’

‘To be honest l was terrified,but luckily l have Cody by my side,and now that l’m here everything is perfect.’She smiled and nodded her head..’Thank you for your time and we will see you next time.’


l was getting ready for bed when Cody came and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind..l put my hands over his and leaned my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes..’l meant every word that l said.’

His voice was soft.l opened my eyes and turned to look at him,trying not lose his grip around me.’l’m not so sure should l trust you.’For a moment l saw a hurt in his eyes,but then he realized that l’m just messing with him and suddenly he started tickling me and l started laughing like crazy….l pulled him along with me and we fell on the bed and he stopped.’He was hovering over me and l could feel his breath on my face,so l couldn’t hold myself any longer and l kissed him.When we pulled away l put my hands on his cheeks..’l love you so much Cody and no matter how hard it get sometimes l won’t give up on us.’He smiled softly leaning his forehead on mine..’l love you too baby so,so much and l honestly don’t know what l did to deserve you.’

‘Hey don’t talk like that,you’re amazing and you deserve all the good things for a reason.’

He smiled and kissed me again..’So babe,we could take this on the next level,the night is still young.’l wiggled with my eyebrows and he laughed.’l can’t agree more.’

And then he started tickling me again..’This is not what l had in mind Cody.’

Last day of Pride Month 2017

(sorry this can’t be included in joke week but i just really want to share this story, hope that’s okay)

So, I’m asexual, I realized this at the beginning of 2016. I’m out online and at school, but not to my family. I never really considered myself as being ‘in the closet’ anyway? I actually don’t feel the need to tell them about my sexuality, yes, part of me is terrified to, but in general I just don’t feel the need to- in order to feel satisfied. Maybe someday though. 

My older sister is married and has a son, and we were talking about kids and my current experience in high school. Today, she asked me “…are you seeing anyone?”  It took me a few moments (and an obvious cringe at the thought of having a relationship) to answer her. I decided to just go for it. I told her that “I’m not into guys. Or girls. Or anyone. I’m an asexual.” I tried to tell her this nonchalantly, but I ended up crying as I said that. 

My sister accepts me. She told me that it was okay. She has made me feel loved. I’ve never had this big, emotional coming out moment until now, on the final day of Pride Month.

The last day of Pride Month, is also dedicated to aromantics. Honestly, I’ve got perfect timing. I’m unsure as to whether I’m an aromantic asexual or not, so this marks the day of my own new journey of self discovery. 

I just want to let people know that who you come out to is your choice. If you are in a toxic, hateful household or community, you do not have to come out unless you feel that it will give you freedom or happiness. It’s okay, even if you are surrounded by supportive people, to chose whether they know or not. You are valid even if you don’t tell anyone. You are valid. You do exist. You are loved deeply. 

Day Six “Adomania” (Drake x MC)

[A little note: A mini part of a mini part? Mini-ception?]

[Summary: Drake heads to New York with the intention of meeting MC (Robyn), but upon seeing her he’s stricken with how they’ve ended up here.]

[Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five]


There’s a distinct air to New York. An edge to every street and every block that reminds Drake of how different city life is. It’s not very similar to Cordonia, with its acres of land and homes richly built from fine architecture. No, New York is packed - jam-packed with people and tall buildings that stretch too far for him to keep up. Sidewalks become traffic as herds flock together like sheep in crossing streets far before the walking sign allows them. 

He’s forgotten how busy the big apple is. The large high-rise buildings with blinking lights and billboards disorient him at closer inspection. Sometimes, if he isn’t watching the wave of traffic, his steps falter and he barely catches himself in time without bumping into another person. It takes time for his eyes to adjust, even more effort for him to feel comfortable. He stops every now and then while strangers briskly rush past him, hastening to get to whatever destination drives them forward.

Drake tries not to spend a lot of time on sidewalk corners. He hates how crammed they are. He prefers to dally behind particularly larger groups. Even when they’re smaller, he still feels the weight of their presence.

The streets are easy to follow with their numbers and his sense of direction. It doesn’t take long for minutes to turn into an hour to reach his destination. Eventually, he arrives where he needs to be and hunkers down a bench and flips through the phone to read Robyn’s texts back to him.

There’s so much I want to say, so much I need to say. 

But I can’t do it unless I see you, in person. 

Meet me in New York.  In Time’s Square. - Robyn.

He’s read it over a dozen times, and yet it still doesn’t feel quite as real as it should. It’s been six days since he’s last seen her, six days of torturing himself with thoughts of her. 

She’s here, he’s here

They’re in the same place without the burdens of the life he’s left behind. The life they both turned away from. For now, all he can think about is the luggage he’s carried with him and how heavy his heart feels. After walking out with Liam’s blessings, and his own longing to see her as motivations to leave - he’s finally here

He adjusts the duffel bag across his back nervously. 

He’s late. 

The flight had arrived past the time it should, and between walking for blocks and the taxi he’s caught - he is far out of his comfort zone. He’s stuck in a fairly over-crowded city without a family face as company as he looks for any sign of her.

He taps his feet impatiently as his eyes scan the crowd. They watch constantly scrutinizing faces in tow. He hopes he isn’t too late.

Then he sees her.

His throat tightens. He can’t move. His body feels paralyzed by the severity of his own emotions that have suddenly trampled him - what if this was a mistake? What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if this doesn’t work out?

Questions that he’s long overplayed are back again to torture his mind. He tries to shake loose from them, but they are not so easily to dissuade by his lack of action.

A feeling he’s almost forgotten fills him. It leaves him breathless, reeling as his eyes take in every detail of her face. Seeing her helps, it makes those little doubts recede back and eases some of his uncertainty. 

She hasn’t seen him yet, so he takes this time to study her. The way her dark eyes keep darting around anxiously. The way those beautiful lips of hers are turned into a slight frown as a puzzled expression stretches across her striking features.

He doesn’t want to say anything.

Not yet.

He’s waiting for her to find him first

Until finally she does.

Her eyes spot him, and that brilliant smile of hers has touched her lips again. The smile he’s spent days daydreaming of. The sight of it sends his heart racing inside his chest, and adrenaline plunges through him as if he’s in the middle of a race. 

He’s moving too without realizing it. 

The world always seem to recede a little when they’re together, separating them momentarily from the busy streets and the sound of cars honking off into the distance when they rapidly close the space between. A few dozen steps are all it takes before their arms encircle each other. 

He still can’t believe she’s really here, not until she pulls away slightly enough to tip forward on her toes to kiss him. Lips sliding against one another, he tastes the salty freshness of her tears. He tastes her blinding sunshine, guiding him back towards the light. His heart feels lighter than it has in days as he drinks in the softness of her lips.  It’s comforting, familiar - he never wants to stop kissing her.

He feels her fingers scrape against the back of his neck, bringing him back to reality. Regretfully, he pulls away long enough for his eyes to stare. “Hi.” It’s the only word he can choke out.

Unexpectedly, she laughs. There’s a tinge of relief in her voice that lingers even as she wipes her eyes dry with the palm of her hand. “Hi.”

His eyes search hers. There’s so much he wants to say, and his mouth opens before slamming shut again. He doesn’t know how to say them. He’s never been good with words, showing how he feels about someone is difficult but better when he can be honest with them. Usually he’s quick to snap a snarky comment or something sarcastic to ease the tension he feels building, but dealing with his own feelings for her has always given him pause. He’s afraid and excited altogether.

He shifts on his feet as he tries to open his mouth again, but all he can manage is a deep sigh. He wants to say everything all at once. He wants to tell her how much he’s missed the sound of her laugh, the moments they’ve snuck away to watch the stars - their talks about family, he wants to say it all. 

And then he remembers, she left. She left without saying goodbye. 

He’s done what he swore he’d never do. He’s chased after her, and suddenly he’s angry. He’s so angry that he whips his head up as his hands balls into tight fists. His jaw clenches and the luggage across his back feels like a burden keeping him here.

What am I doing? 

“You left.” He says flatly, without any remorse. He watches those beautiful eyes of her widen.

“I did…” She mumbles softly, nearly too softly that he barely catches it.

It hurts to know she left. It hurts even more knowing he’s been apart of the reason, it hurts because it’s how Savannah left - without saying goodbye. 

His hands fall loosely at his side and he clutches the bag around him tighter. His thoughts are all too confusing - too much, too fast. He decides as he takes a few cautious steps back that he doesn’t know how to feel. “You left, and it hurts.” His voice cracks a little, and he sweeps his hair from out of his face. “I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” His voice is raw, unrecognizable to him.

He watches her flinch. “I know,” She seems to be looking for words to say. “I know and I’m sorry - I just, I couldn’t stay.” Her eyes are simmering again and this time he’s fighting with his urge to wipe them away. “I couldn’t stay because it hurt too much to stay.”

He doesn’t respond. All he wants to do do is retreat. Everything is overwhelming - everything feels too fast. 

She looks around Time Square before gliding her eyes back to his. “Can we…go somewhere private to talk?”

He hesitates.

“I know meeting here was my idea.” She adds quickly, drawing a breath so deep that he notices her shoulders trembling. “But, I just -” she bites her bottom lip, “I think it’s better to explain somewhere else.” Her eyes plead with his, they are filled with unspoken promises and regret.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there, with inches feeling more as feet separating them. His hands shake as they slide into his pockets. He feels a little tension has been released when he finally speaks. “Okay.”

I guess that Clarke, Bellamy, Murphy, Emori, Miller, Monty, Harper and maybe Jackson are going to save Raven. But they won’t make it back to the bunker in time. There last chance to survive the death wave will be going back to space. But someone has to launch the rocket from the outside. Someone has to pull the lever. 😉 Of course it’ll be Clarke. She is the only Nightblood and the one with the best chance to survive. This would be the ultimate sacrifice and Clarke becoming a Nightblood wouldn’t be for nothing. I guess Bellamy won’t be happy with that. What about “WE” and “TOGETHER”??? But they have no other choice. Finally all the Bellarkers will get their heartbreaking moment… I don’t expect a kiss or a love confession, just leaning into one another, foreheads touching, their eyes closed, breathing in each other’s presence. Then Bellamy will lift his head and touch Clarke’s cheek: “may we meet again”. Okay, this got a bit fanfiction-like in the end. 😅

Ooohhhh, an idea strikes my mind. What if Bellamy is the one pulling the lever to close the the rocket door, leaving Clarke outside. This would be a great change. He opened the dropship door in the pilot and will close the rocket door in the season 4 final.

I’m tagging @merdok1993 @ginalou16 @parapluiepliant @head-and-heart
cause I’m a bit frustrated right now and maybe you’re in the mood to share your thoughts with me.

anonymous asked:

hi..!! I've been really inspired by your artwork throughout the years,, I really love how your choice of colors, it's always so vibrant and sweet, and your art style overall, it encouraged me to keep going with mine and I consider you to be a huge positive influence.. I really admire you and your work, thank you for sharing your art with us.. I finally mustered up the courage to ask, would it be okay for us to be friends..?? I know this might be a strange request but it's entirely up to you gfjk

AAAAAH IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOY MY ART FOR SO LONG!!

sure we can!!

anonymous asked:

I'm just gonna vent for a sec. So I finally got my leg hair to a length I'm okay with except in a few bald spots (I don't even know) and I'm kind of happy with it because it pissed off my obnoxious aunt that I don't care what she thinks about my body choices. But I'm supposed to wear shorts to school this week and I kind of want to shave for that. I just feeling like I'm giving in to societal conventions and that I won't be happy until it grows back? Eh. We'll see I guess.

Ya know, the best thing about hair is that it grows back. And it grows back pretty quickly. You’ll be okay. And if you like shaving, do it. If you don’t, don’t. But it’s okay to play around with that too.

-Emmett

8

otp challenge ♥ 3/7 scenes

I wanted to apologize. Good. Let me finish. I said I wanted to. And then I realized, I’m not sorry. You would rather die than be human, and you expect me to be okay with that? I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with it, I just said I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish, because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather have died than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you, only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was, because that’s who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you. Fine, then I’m not sorry either.

i had met the inside of monsters and the world was dark in my eyes and my skin was always cold and i was itching to fill myself with as much liquor and spite as could fit inside me

and you had met the inside of a girl’s mouth that was so sharp you are still finding places that sting if lemonjuice gets into them

and the saddest thing is that you learned love as a swear word rather than a beautiful thing while i was learning love is just not feeling
anything

god but if two small and broken people have any chance of making each other whole, i hope it is us. i hope they’ll say things like “they’ve been together since forever” i hope that in the mornings you’ll be there to make me happy because god i’d looked at the stars so often before i met you but standing in that field with our hands locked i finally discovered what it’s like to have the heavens swell up inside your chest and maybe things will sometimes be messy but that’s okay because good lord i love you i think i always have i think i always will i think there was never any choice good god but

if you are a building, let me be ivy. i swear although my hands are weak i will do anything to keep you next to me.

—  For my friend who requested: “A poem about being so in love with someone and them loving you back”. // r.i.d

my love for men felt forced, and second best. i remember being a child with a crush on a boy, and thinking “i could grow with him, and we could be best friends, and things would be okay” because i didnt know how to make myself add love to that equation. but girls made me understand love. maybe i couldve led a happy life dating a boy, but i finally understand that men will never be my first choice, they will never make me feel happy or fulfilled in my life the way girls do. and i dont have to worry whether some day, somehow, ill meet a boy who will make me want to take that back. because girls are enough.

Heart - Part 11

Originally posted by gomezes

A/N: After last night’s episode I can’t stop listening to the Start of Time, so I’m sorry if this ends up super sappy.

Last Part | Next Part | Masterlist


“It’s her! It’s Allison!” I exclaimed, excited that my friend was happy.

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, my excitement confusing him.

“She’s your anchor.” I said and was still met with a blank stare causing Stiles to sigh.

“Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her.” Stiles said, trying to get my point across.

“Okay.” Scott nodded, starting to catch on to what we were saying.

“Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said that you could hear her voice out on the field.” Stiles said, waving his hands around like that would help Scott to catch on.

“Yeah, I did.” Scott said and I groaned butting in. 

“She’s what brought you back to score. She’s your anchor, she keeps you human. After that game in the locker room, you kissed her instead of trying to kill her like you did with me and Stiles.” I explained and Scott finally caught on.

‘No, no, no, but it’s not always true, because literally anytime I’m kissing her or touching her-” Scott began to protest, but was almost immediately cut off by Stiles.

“No, that’s not the same. When you’re doing that, you’re just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex.” Scott got this goofy grin and a far away look in his eyes.

“You’re thinking about sex right now aren’t you.” I said with a slight accusational tone.

“Yeah, sorry.” Scott said, grin still plastered on his face.

“Whatever. Back in the classroom when you guys were holding hands, I think it was different. She obviously doesn’t make you weak, she gives you the control that you need, she’s your anchor.” I said again and Scott finally understood.

“You mean because I love her.” Scott said as we stopped, not realizing what he said, Stiles’ face remained blank, but I got a huge grin.

“Exactly.” Stiles said, not at all phased by the statement.

“Did I just say that?” He asked, his grin growing to match my own.

“Yes, you just said that.” Stiles commented in a rather annoyed tone.

“I love her.” Scott said, still trying to process his declaration.

“That’s great. Now moving on.” Stiles began but I cut him off by slapping his arm.

“No, no, no, really. I think I’m totally in love with her.” 

“And that’s beautiful. Now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can’t be around her all the time.” Stiles said and I smacked his arm again.

“Let him have his moment.” I said with a slightly harsh tone.

“No, no, no, Stiles is right. So what do I do?” Scott asked both of us lost as to where Stiles was going with this.

“I don’t know, yet.” Stiles said as he did a small turn, looking around and I could practically see the hundreds of ideas flowing through his head before he stopped and began to stare off into space.

“Uhp, he’s got an idea. Good luck Scotty.” I said, laying a hand on said friend’s shoulder.

“Liv’s right, isn’t she?” Scott asked our best friend, who was still formulating his scheme.

“Yeah.”

“Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?”

“Yeah, definitely. Come on.” Stiles said, before turning and walking away, leaving Scott and me to groan and follow.


During the whole fiasco of Scott getting the shit kicked out of him, I was luckily on the phone with my mom who wanted to tell me that she was going to be at the office more, trying to get ahead of her cases for when we leave.

“Alright, so I’ll order Chinese when I get home?” I asked. It was a slight tradition that on Dad’s first night on a trip, Mom and I would order some sort of take out, do yoga and try not to laugh while watching America’s Funniest Home Videos.

“Sounds good sweetheart. I’ll see you around sevenish.” She said.

“Alright, I’ll see you then, Madre. Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.” 

“Bye.” I said and hung up before turning to see what plan Stiles had formulated, but instead, I only saw Scott and Stiles following Mr. Harris, probably to detention. Since everyone was leaving to go home and I would have no one to pass the time with, I decided to follow.

I knocked on Harris’ open door frame, causing all three guys to look in my direction.

“Hey, Mr. Harris, do you mind if I crash? Stiles is my ride.” I asked, and he smiled and nodded. For some reason, he liked me but hated my best friends. 

I took a seat at the table across from my boys. Stiles was fidgeting with his pencil and Scott was wiping the blood off of his nose, neither one looking at each other.

“Excuse me, sir? Uh, I know it’s detention and all, but, uh, I’m supposed to be at work, and I don’t want to get fired.” Scott said, but Harris just gave a small smile before looking back down at his tablet.

“You knew I would heal.” I heard Scott say, but I kept my attention on my game of brick breaker.

“Yep.”

“So you did that to help me learn?”

“Yep.”

“But partially to punish me.”

“Yeah. Well, that one’s obvious.” Stiles scoffed.

“Dude, you’re my best friend and I can’t have you being angry with me.” Scott said, sounding kinda sad, causing me to look at the two of them. Stiles rubbed his hand over his face and sighed before speaking.

“I’m not angry anymore. Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don’t have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something.” Stiles said, finally looking at Scott, who was looking right back.

“I know, and I will.” Scott said and I let out a loud, happy sigh.

“Finally! I’m not the messenger anymore!” I exclaimed, and my boys let out a few, small laughs.

“Alright, all of you, out of here.” Harris said and we all got up and gathered our stuff.

“Thank you.” Scott said and we exited the room.


“What next? I asked my mom, trying so hard to hold back the stream of giggles that came with watching people getting stuck in household items.

“Uh, let’s try the downward dog split.” Mom said as she openly laughed at some kid stuck in a toilet.

I moved into position, but as soon as I lifted my leg, I looked up at a little kid who crawled into an animal trap to get some tuna and busted out laughing.

“Oh, god! I’m gonna fall! No, no, n- umph!” I shouted before I landed on my side and started cracking up right as my phone went off. I slowly got up off of the floor, still giggling and grabbed my phone off of the coffee table.

From: Unknown

Meet me at the school. It’s urgent!

-Scott

My laughter slowly died out as I read the strange email. My eyebrows furrowed and I dialed Stiles’ number.

“Olivia, what could you possibly want right now?” Stiles hissed.

“Why did I just get an email from Scott to meet him at the school?” I asked, ignoring his harsh tone. There was a short silence before Stiles’ voice came out panicked and urgent.

“Liv, do not come to the school!” He shouted over the sound of rattling metal.

“What? Stiles, what’s going on?” I urged as I began to panic.

“Lydia, Allison, and Jackson are here, the alpha killed Derek and my dad’s not picking up!” he shouted and I could hear a very feminine scream in the background.

“I’ll get your dad.” I said before hanging up and ignored the pain as I ran to the door and grabbed the keys to the Charger.

“Olivia, where do you think you’re going?!” My mom shouted from behind me.

“Scott and Stiles are in trouble, I need to get the Sheriff.” I rushed, worry written on my face and my mother’s softened.

“Be Safe.” She said in a stern tone and I nodded before running out to the driveway. 

I practically threw myself into the driver’s seat and flew down the road, going well over the speed limit to the Stilinski house where I, luckily, saw Sheriff’s cruiser sitting in the driveway. I quickly pulled up to the curb, jumped out, ran up the driveway and proceeded to pound frantically on the door.

It took a few minutes and some shouting before the door finally opened to reveal a very annoyed Sheriff in his pajamas. 

“Olivia? Stiles isn’t here.” He said, slightly confused as I leaned against the door frame clutching my chest.

“I know. He, Scott, and a few other kids are at the school and someone is trying to kill them.” I rushed, surprisingly barely out of breath. Sheriff’s face changed from confusion to shock before he quickly turned and ran up the stairs.

I let myself in and was silently pacing in the front hall for only a few minutes when Sheriff came running back down the stairs in his uniform and secured his utility belt around his waist, nodding at me as he ran out to his cruiser and peeled out of the driveway.

Using the key that Stiles gave me forever ago, I locked up their house before repeating what Sheriff did and practically flying all the way to the school behind a whole bunch of police cruisers and an ambulance. As the cars in front of me began to pull into the parking lot of the school, I could feel my adrenaline rush begin to wear off and I started to feel really light headed, the dull ache in my chest tripling, so I quickly pulled into a random parking spot before I passed out.


When I came to, I was still in my car with my head lolled to the side. I had a slight headache, but put that aside when I remembered why I was passed out in my car in the school parking lot. I looked up and saw Scott and Stiles descending the front steps with Sheriff. I almost fell as I tried to get out of the car, my post pass-out body not doing what I was telling it, but I got out nonetheless and sprinted to my boys, who were paying me no mind, and tackled them in a hug.

“What the-?” I heard someone say, but I ignored it. My boys had been trapped in the school with the alpha and survived. When I finally let go, I began to frantically search for injuries.

“Liv.” I heard Scott say, but I ignored him as I continued to search. 

“Liv…” Scott said again, this time, putting his hand under my chin to make me look at them. “We’re fine.” 

They both gave me reassuring smiles, making me feel so much better about the whole scenario. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to find Sheriff standing there, I had completely forgotten that he had been talking to the boys.

“Are you okay? I saw you behind us when we were getting here, but you didn’t get out of your car for a good fifteen minutes.” I really wished that he hadn’t said that, ‘cause I could feel Scott and Stiles’ stares on the side of my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just panicking slightly, so this stupid thing was acting up. I passed out for a few minutes, but it’s all good, I’m okay now.” I gestured to my chest, trying to downplay the leftover ache in my chest.

“Sheriff!” The distant voice of a deputy called and Sheriff gave the three of us a slightly pained expression.

“Stay. All three of you.” He said, pointing his finger at each of us before going to attend to his deputy.

“Well, we survived dude. You know? We outlasted the alpha. It’s still good, right? Being alive?” Stiles said to Scott as he leaned against the railing, thankfully ignoring the fact that I was passed out just minutes before.

“When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don’t think that it heard us? You don’t think it knew exactly where we were?” Scott asked and my eyes grew wide as I found out just how close my friends were to the beast.

“Well, then how come we’re still alive?” Stiles asked our frustrated friend.

“It wants me in it’s pack. But I think, first, I have to get rid of my old pack.” Scott’s voice got quieter as he went on like he was sad, disappointed even, but Stiles and I didn’t follow what he was saying.

“What do you mean? I think we would know if you hung out with other werewolves.” I stated.

“Allison, Jackson, Lydia, you guys…” Scott trailed off. I saw Stiles do the look around thing he does when he’s thinking, but I just looked at my feet. It seemed impossible for Scott to become the monster that it seemed the alpha wanted him to become.

“The alpha doesn’t want to kill us.” Stiles stated and my muscles tensed.

“It wants me to do it.” Scott finished Stiles’ thought and I flinched.

“It all makes sense now.” I whispered as I slowly looked up from my feet, seeing both of the boys looking at me, waiting for me to explain. “That’s why it didn’t kill Jackson and me in the video store. It had every opportunity to, it’s not like we could get away or anything.”

Scott looked grim as he spoke again, “That’s not even the worst part.”

“How in the holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?” Stiles practically shouted, waving his arms.

“Because when he made me shift, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you.” Scott said and my eyes dropped back to my shoes. 

The silence between the three of us seemed deafening until Scott just walked away.

favorite scene

Damon: I wanted to apologize.

Elena: Good.

Damon: Let me finish! I said I wanted to. Then I realize that I’m not sorry.

Elena: You would rather die than be human and you expect me to be okay with that?

Damon: I didn’t say you were expected to be okay with it, I just said that I’m not sorry! You know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather have died than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last, final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was because that’s who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change, and there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.

Elena: Fine. Then I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I met you.I’m not sorry that knowing you had make me question everything. That in death, you were the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You made all the wrong choices and all  the choices that I have made, this will prove to be the worst one, but I am not sorry that I’m in love with you! I love you, Damon.

New Brother’s Best Friend

Requested: I really need a really long imagine about Ashtons little sister who got adopted as a baby. Meeting him for the first time and going on tour with him to get to know each other and Mikey and her fall for each other and try to hide it until Ashton tells them to finally go on a date even though he doesn’t really like the idea of his sister dating his best friend.

Words: 5,000+

Hope you guys enjoy it!

_________________________________________

Anne immediately regretted her decision as she walked out of the adoption building… but she knew it was her her daughter’s own good. “At least I left pictures and a letter, right Ash?” She questioned little Ashton, though Ashton couldn’t understand anything that was happening, being two and all. Anne wanted to look back but she remembered what her mom once told her,“Never look back, it will hurt more.”

Keep reading

Queer Eye for the Star Spangled Guy
(Part One)

For once, it was entirely not Tony Stark’s fault. 

(I swear, I didn’t do it, Pepper!)

So that Tony’s nuts are safe from a literal roasting by his eternally exasperated, loving Significant Other, we really need to start at the beginning.  And in the beginning, there was Bucky. 

Keep reading

Stockholm Syndrome [Part 3]

Calum imagine based off of the song by 1D, part of the Four Series. THIS IS THE FINAL PART! ENJOY

[Part 1] [Part 2]

“I know you well enough.” He sat up a little and stretched as he let out a small yawn. “Baby, I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to call your parents tomorrow. You can tell them whatever, it’s up to you. I trust you, but I know you miss them and you seem happy here, but it’s not enough for you.”

“Really?” He nodded. My smile grew. “Thank you!” I hugged him tightly as he let out a laugh. “Speaking of not enough for me….I think I want to start taking online college classes. I realized what I would like to do with my life and I figured why not start?” He smiled.

“Sounds perfect. Now, let’s go to bed.” I laughed and stood up, pulling him up off of the couch as we trotted up to our room. My mind flooded with what I could tell my parents and how, but I was so happy to finally talk to them. This would make things more normal. I had noticed that I hadn’t been on the news anymore and the world was slowly forgetting about me missing. Last I heard, was that they figured I was probably okay and it was a personal choice. Thankfully things with Calum ended up being good or else I would be screwed. I tossed and turned all night, fighting to think of what I would say to my mother and how. Calum awoke every once in a while with my movement and he’d carefully caress my arm, whispering to me that it’d be alright, but the tone in his sleepy voice showed me that he too was worried. As soon as the clock showed that it was 8 am, I quickly sat up. Calum groaned, pulling me back down.

“I need to get this over with, Calum, or else I’m going to keep stressing out about it.” He sighed and sat up, placing a light kiss on my shoulder.

Keep reading