please let me keep him

i don’t think my dad knows how to bond with me in a way that isn’t him just explaining stuff to me that i already understand.. like i can say “i already know how to do this” but he just keeps truckin’ along anyhow.. i’ve given up and just let him do it

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“No” Darry said sternly once he saw the adorable animal sleeping in your arms. You pouted.

“Please let me keep him” you begged following your big brother around the house. Darry let out a grunt.

“[Y/N] we can’t afford to take care of an animal”.

“I’ll get a part time job or something” you argued “please please please!”. Darry rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on Darry let [Y/N] keep the dog” Soda laughed walking into the room with Pony right behind him.

“Yeah I’ll even help take care of it” Pony added. You grinned brightly. Darry grumbled under his breath before he let out a long sigh.

“Fine”.

“Sometimes you get so close to someone, you end up on the other side of them.”

‘“You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not
          harmless. You are not
                    breathing.”

“Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”

“Please keep him safe.
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
to pieces.”

“..and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it.”

“You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.”

-Richard Siken

anonymous asked:

Ask and you shalt receive, you queen. No, I don't stalk your blog (all the time), just seems like it. Okay, since 00Q was en pointé(<3) & there was wonderful flamboyantry, I ask you to do a MorMor... In which Seb has had a long and crap day, it's pouring with rain and he walked home through a park, and alas, tracks mud on Jims expensive carpets, what happens next? Who knows. (You know, tell us in your amazing words) Also I have a gift for you, once I work out how to do it anon-ly... -Muffin. x

WHO ARE YOU MUFFIN WHY CANT I LOVE YOU WITH EYES UNCLOUDED BY ANON FOG

okay well anyways ilu and this lovely ask made my day and made me flap my arms about like a doof, so of COURSE, mormor for you. 

and also you whAT A GIFT NO icantevenwhatwhyhow

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You don’t touch your brother because Sammy is goodness. Sam is innocence. Pure. Keep him that way, god just please let me keep it that way. 

But you see the way that Sam looks at you and you can’t ignore the burn that runs straight down your spine when you lock eyes with your baby brother in the darkness between your bodies in another shared bed.

Don’t look at him like that. Hands away from Sammy is enough, eyes away from Sammy is better, mind away from Sammy is too much to ask. 

New day, new motel, new bed, familiar only in the way Sam’s heat bleeds into the sheets, ramping the temperature up in the cave under the blankets until you feel like you might just catch on fire. Sam’s as afraid to touch as you are when he worms his way closer to you in a room filled with Dad’s snores, but you think he might want it even more than you do.

The barest brush of his little body against your front, and you roll away from him because you can’t do that to him. You can’t wrap yourself in his heat and his warmth and his love. That should be for someone else. Why is he offering it.

You drink to forget him. Another forty dollars blown at a dive bar would make you feel guilty as hell except you earned that cash at a part-time job, and if you need it to buy yourself a bottle to forget about how bad you need your hands deep in your little brother’s skin, well any price is worth paying to forget that. So you stumble the half-mile home back to the motel, the white line of the road dividing into twins and quadruplets the longer you force one foot in front of the other.

Barely time to kick your shoes off before you’re hitting the bed hard enough that you know there’s no way Sam slept through it. You feel Sam moving beside you at the same moment you realize Dad’s bed is empty, and the jerk of anticipation makes you dizzy.

In one smooth motion, Sam is hovering over you, a sharp silhouette against cool moonlight with his arms and knees caging you in, trapped. You seek out his features in the black shape of his face, but don’t know if you’re creating them from an eternity of memories or if Sam really is that beautiful. 

He leaves the sweetest kiss on your lips when he knows you can’t stop him, and you know you’re done for.

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Bucky looked down a few minutes later to find her sleeping soundly. He continued to humm softly pulling the covers closer to both of them before he too let himself over to sleep.

Steve pulled her in close and she quickly moved gripping him tight her face pressed agains his chest as she finally started letting it all go as she sobbed into him. “I dont know whats happening but please dont let me go….” She cried keeping herself buried into him her body still shivering from cold.

anonymous asked:

Hey GLaDOS! I saved wheatley from space! Can I keep him or do you want me to bring him back? Please let me keep him! :D

Keep that moron away from me. In fact, do yourself a favor and flush him down the toilet like your parents did with your goldfish because it “died.”