poor penmanship

Time Apart || c.h.

WC: 1.3K+

A/N: This was supposed to be a small blurb but I kind of got carried away. I’ve never written a military AU before but I tried really hard to get most of the details right. If I did get something wrong though please tell me. Also feedback would be greatly appreciated since I don’t really write these sorts of things. 

185 days, that’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen Calum. 

When he told you he had to report to his base for six months you laughed. Surely, your sweet Calum hadn’t been stupid enough to enlist in the military at age eighteen, but you were wrong. Calum had enlisted as a naive eighteen year old with a passion in his heart to serve his country, but then he met you a year later and suddenly the military didn’t seem like a good career option. Unfortunetly, the military doesn’t just forget about enrollments and on Calum and your’s three month anniversary, he got the call. 

185 days without you. 185 days without Calum. 

Life was tough without your favorite Maori boy next to you. College wasn’t the same without your intense study sessions in the library that eventually turned into make out sessions. Your dorm felt empty without the presence of his six foot tall shadow lingering in the doorway waiting for the invitation to enter and join you in your binge watching sessions. And with no one to confide in or hug when things got out of hand, you felt alone. 

Sure, the two of you emailed each other profusely but that didn’t stop the ache in your heart. With every bing from your phone your heart broke more wanting nothing more than to hear his voice instead of the swoosh sound from another email being sent. Sometime you’d receive handwritten letters in Calum’s poor penmanship. His words were hard to make out but that didn’t stop you from staring at the piece of paper for hours, your fingers tracing each and every letter as you imagined the brown eyed boy hunched over writing to you from thousands of miles away. 

You never did get to hear his voice though. His calls saved for those times he called home to his family. The same family who you frequently visited on weekends just to get a little dose of the Hood world you so desperately missed. Though, spending time with them was hard most days. It was especially hard when the doorbell rang unexpectedly and a face of worry washed over everyone in the room – you’d silently pray it wasn’t military officers standing their with a flag in arms. Thankfully, it hadn’t been. 

Despite it all, you pushed on hell bent on keeping your promise to Calum before he left. You went to class, found yourself a part time job on campus, and even managed to get in some pleasure reading you’d been struggling to indulge in for months. You stayed occupied during the day, but when your head hit the pillow your worries set in. Often time, your cries being the only thing to drown out the nightmares and lull you to sleep. 


It was a Monday morning. day 186 without Calum, when you heard the familiar bing of your phone. Already awake for your morning class, you opened the email quickly praying that it was the news you had been waiting for. You scanned only the first two sentences before your heart drop. The dreadful words jumping out at you faster than you could comprehend. 

Two weeks, maybe more. 

Next deployment is delayed. 

I’ll be home as soon as I can. 

You wanted to scream. Wanted to throw yourself on your bed and sob for the next two weeks. You didn’t even know what to write back, too frustrated with more empty promises and the rising count of days the two of you had been apart. Sighing, you did what you always did. You wrote him a heartfelt email back promising you’d be here when he got back and then you were off to class, not even bothering to splash water on your face to relieve your red eyes. 

You ran on autopilot the minute you left your dorm, your body carrying you towards the english building without even telling it to. Your thoughts were preoccupied with worries for Calum, worries for you, and worries for your relationship together. After all, the two of you weren’t even together for long before his deployment. You’d spent most of your nine month relationship apart and you couldn’t stop the nagging in your brain telling you that was no way for a relationship to start and strive. 

No one said anything when you waltzed into class five minutes late. They didn’t even glance at you when you tossed your notebook on the table in a careless manor. To them, you were just the girl that was always sad. The girl who wrote the poems about loneliness and long distance relationships. You were simply a background character in their epic stories of high school, only their to fill the space and make them feel better about themselves. 

You were so caught up in your own headspace that you hadn’t even realized the knock on the classroom door. In fact, you were so distracted you didn’t even hear the audible gasp from your classmates nor did you realize all their attention had turned to you. 

“Ms. Y/L/N,” your professor said, pulling you back to reality. 

It was only when you looked up from your notebook did you acknowledge everyone staring at you. Confused, you started scrambling for an answer to a question you assumed you did not hear. You kept babbling for a few seconds before you noticed your classmates attention shift from you to the door, your own gaze following theirs. 

It took a minute before your brain registered who was standing in the doorway. You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Your jaw fell, a gasp rolling off your tongue before you were pushing the chair away from the desk. You couldn’t say anything, instead you collapsed into Calum’s arms, chocking out a sob as you buried your face into his chest. 

He smelt like sweat, the faint smell of the stale airplane air lingering on his military jacket. He was leaner than you remembered but his arms were huge, his jacket having trouble staying in place as he wrapped you in his arms. He was different, his eyes were tired, his hair longer, and his presence less intimidating but he was also the same. His lips on your forehead felt the same as they did before he left. His whispered words of endearment sounded the same as they had 186 days ago. And his body was still as warm and welcoming as you had remembered. 

You could have stayed wrapped in his arms for hours, but the sound of your classmates clapping and crying made you pull away. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed that they had witnessed such a intimate moment but you couldn’t help but feel an ounce of pride too. Finally, they could see who you truly were outside of these damn four walls. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled. “They didn’t really extended my time. I just told you that.” 

“You’re an ass,” you said, smacking his chest before nuzzling yourself into it. 

“I’m really sorry to intrude, Sir,” Calum apologized to your professor. “Do you mind if I steal her away for the reminder of class?” 

“I suppose I can’t say no,” he mumbled. 

That was all you needed to hear before you were shoving your notebook back into your backpack. You didn’t even have time to thank your professor before you were tugging Calum out of the room and into the empty hallway. The feeling of your hand intertwined with his forcing a smile on your face. 

“I missed you so much,” you said against his lips before pulling him in. 

“I missed you more,” he challenged. “Now come on, we’ve got a few hours to kill before we drive home to see my parents.” 

“Do they know you’re here?” 

“Nope,” he smirked. “I’m surprising them too!” 

“Only you would find it amusing to worry everyone in the hopes of surprising them,” you said, shaking your head. 

“Awe come on, you loved it and so will they. Now come on, I need to spend time with my girl before my mom gets her hands on me.”

Like Father Like Stepson

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles (Larry)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Underage, Bdsm, Slightly non-con scene 

Word Count: 7500

Summary: Louis has a complicated life being the stepson of prestigious business executive Harry Styles. It doesn’t help that he is forced to live along side two annoying step brothers Liam and Niall. With Louis’ bad temper and lack of boundaries, quite the eventful week is about to ensue. 

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Cacography

Noun

[kuh-kog-ruh-fee] 

1. bad handwriting; poor penmanship.

2. incorrect spelling.

Origin:
1570-80; Cacography joins caco-, from the Greek term kakόs meaning “bad,” with -graphy, a combining form used to refer to a process or form of writing, drawing, recording or representing. It entered English in the mid-1500s.

“The writing was a model of cacography and I think that unless you learn patience and penmanship you had best forget your manners and use the machine, as I am doing now.”
- Mavis Gallant, A Fairly Good Time, 1970

anonymous asked:

MacCready's reaction to romantic sole survivor wanting to meet his son

Here you go Nonnie. Probably not what you were after, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3


Sole had told MacCready on a number of occasions that they wanted to meet Duncan. Each time Robert had assumed that they were just saying it; what sort of employer wants to meet the child of their employee.

The first time they had said it was when Robert had told them that in order to cure Duncan from his disease they needed to go through Med-Tek to retrieve the cure.

“We’ll get Duncan his cure, and when he’s well enough, we’ll bring him up here to the Commonwealth”

Robert assumed that they were just saying it to keep his hopes up; after all, they had to fight their way through a ton on ferals to get to the cure.

The Second time was after Sole and Robert handed over the cure to Daisy to send down to the Capitol.

“Soon, Duncan will be well enough to come up on one of these caravans, and the load the caravan carries will be even more precious”

Robert had seen it as reinsurances; the cure was on it’s way to Duncan, there was nothing more that Robert could do. He just had to wait with baited breath.

Three weeks after the cure had left Goodneighbour was when Robert realised that he loved Sole; he thought he’d never love again after Lucy, especially not the Vault Dweller that stumbled their way into the Third Rail on that one particular night.

It hit him all at once; he loved everything about them. Their eyes, their hair, the way they curled up next to him whenever they shared a bed a night.

He thought of not telling them at first; but he soon realised that they needed to know, even if they didn’t feel the same way about him.

Luckily however, they did.

They took the relationship slow (just not the sexual side), and Sole kept on making comments about wanting to meet little Duncan.

Robert was a protective father; he’d travel the Glowing Sea minus any form of radiation protection if it were to save Duncan. So a little piece of him- deep down inside- didn’t know if he wanted Sole to meet Duncan.

‘What if anything happened to Duncan because of Sole?’ It was a question that Robert asked himself all the time. Sole was the General of the Minutemen, a Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, an agent for the Railroad, and was currently trying to find a way into the Institute. Sole was bound to make some enemies along the way, and Robert did NOT want Duncan to get in the way of that. He’d promised that to Lucy.

But Robert loved Sole. And Sole loved Robert.

Robert watched as Sole’s eyes light up whenever Robert talked of his son. Duncan was Robert’s life.

Robert watched as Sole quietly asked if they could add a letter in with the letters that Robert sent each week. Sole’s eyes had lit up when Robert agreed immediately.

The week after the letter had been sent, a letter had been returned. One was from the family member caring for Duncan. The other was from Duncan.

Duncan was cured.

Duncan had sent a letter (written by his caregiver, he was only a toddler, and he had very poor penmanship as per his age) telling him how much he loved his daddy and was happy to be better again.

Duncan had also written a letter directly for Sole.

Robert had been tempted to read it before handing it to Sole; his son was better again, he wanted to hear and see everything about Duncan. Instead he handed it over, and watched as Sole’s eyes both lit up and filled with tears over the letter. Duncan had even drawn Sole a picture (Robert was grumpy over that for a week- he didn’t get a drawing).

The letters ended up coming through Daisy, and Sole and Robert were currently in Goodneighbour picking up the post. It had been six months since Duncan had been cured, and he was sending letters weekly. Sole had stayed to talk to Daisy, so he had walked back to his room in Rexford, hoping to get started reading his mail.

An hour later, Sole had walked through the room, grin on face.

“I hope you like travelling on Caravans RJ, as you and I are going to be making our way down to the Capitol to see Duncan”

All the reasons that Robert had been hesitant about letting Sole meet Duncan had dissolved from his mind.

Sole loved Robert and Duncan. Robert loved Sole and Duncan. Duncan loved his daddy and Sole.

That was all that mattered.

The Bet

My entry for @one-shots-supernatural‘s Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 2.

Prompt: “I know! Isn’t it great?”

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Literally a second of smut, fluff (I think that’s it??)

Word Count: 2,608

Tagging: @spnfanficpond, @deanwinchester-af, @raeganr99,

A/N: Y`/F/N= Your friend’s name, Y/E/C= Your eye color, italics= thoughts, bolded= prompt 

Ever since the first time you and your best friend met up with the Winchesters on a rough case, you’d been rolling together on the road. For ten years, you two and the Winchesters did everything for each other. None of you dated each other, although your friend said she’d gladly take any one of them. “I’m not picky,” she’d say. You, on the other hand, had your sights secretly set on Dean.

Dean Winchester was the type of guy to get any girl, woman, or cougar he wanted. (And even a few men.) But, as for you two, well, he’d never been with either of you. And, boy, did he want to. But at the same time, he never wanted it to end. The chase, the hunt, the backseat desire that followed him around whenever you and your best friend were near was a feeling he cherished and knew would make the trophy of eventually sleeping with you ten times better. There were times, after hunts, long boring days, or whiskey filled nights that he longed to take one of you into his room, lock the door, and not come back out until the next evening. He knew he couldn’t do that, though, so he would usually find another woman or satisfy himself with some porn and Fisty Palmer.

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anonymous asked:

hey halmoni! a new blog post from ssamba! if you could translate, that would be sweet! :)

Ssamba’s Blog Post 9/5/16

“Hello! Here comes Ssamba, with a powerful entrance! hehe
It’s already September. It’ll be ChuSeok in a few days (t/n: Korean holiday)
Last week, I went to the hospital to get a CT scan done. In the middle of the night…;
Their schedule was packed full that day, so that was the only time available.
It felt very strange, going to the hospital at night. I kept thinking about the time I was hospitalized

Here is what my hospital looks like~
Some of you may know which hospital this is heh
After not having gotten a CT scan in 3 months, it felt unfamiliar.
But they got it done quickly, and I was able to go home faster than I thought.
When I got home I was watching a drama called “Jealousy Incarnate”, when suddenly there was a scene where the protagonists were doing surgery;
After the surgery, there was a scene where the nurse gave the female protag a PCA pump, along with another scene where she lied down and inhaled her incentive spirometer keke (t/n: A medical device with a small ball inside that measures how much air you can inhale, pretty annoying and painful to do after surgery)
It was unnecessarily realistic!! So annoying!! keke Was what I was saying, but my mom next to me said “You have to inhale air while sitting down to do it properly!” kekeke
Man that was funny keke I had to use that thing a lot in the hospital too ke ㅠㅠ
At that time, it hurt a lot to do it but now after some time, it’s become something I can laugh at.
Nothing beats time…

While the day was passing by as I spaced out, I also received some more presents from my readers ㅠㅠ
I’m very thankful and sorry; I don’t know what to do with myself…ㅠㅠ
I got a letter all the way from Hungary. Thank you so much, Reka-nim!
I enjoyed seeing your pretty picture and postcard. I also read your hand-written letter. Your Korean is so good…
And your handwriting was so beautiful. I have pretty poor penmanship myself…^^; (t/n: SSAMBA KNOWS MY STRUGGLES) I was touched by how a letter came from such a faraway place.
I also got a letter from Taiwan.
Bagowepay-nim sent me three letters. Thank you for not forgetting about Fluttering Feelings~
But one of the letters was written entirely in Chinese…I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to read it so I left it alone for now ㅠㅠ;
Still, thank you. I’m not that great at English; But I’m still able to get the general gist, so haha!
I also got your cute gift!
Thank you to Riseulling-nim for sending me a CD. I enjoyed reading your letter as well. It was a cute Moomin letter…♥
You went so far as to think of me…And if that wasn’t enough, a music record from my past…
After spending so much time looking for it in high school, I kinda forgot about it since they never had it. But to think that you sent it to me…
Man. I’m also listening to that other record that you send me. I’ve heard the name Keith Jarrett a lot
But I had never listened to his music. The piano in his music is so calming and nice. I’ve gotten back into jazz lately.
There’s a small tailor shop on the path that I walk while exercising, and the jazz music that they play is right up my alley, so sometimes I’ll rush inside
I wanna ask them the name of the song; But then that might trouble the owner heuheu (t/n: crying sounds not laughing) I gotta resist…
Why did you send me such a nice gift, kkk-nim…ㅠㅠ Is it really okay for me to accept it ㅠ
I thought about returning it because I felt so sorry; But I opened it because I wanted to see the photograph collection…
And that’s how I became obsessed with Agassi again heh I’m gonna go to the extended-cut edition premiere in theatres this time! Nya-nyang!
Thank you for the presents you’ve all sent, I will use them well!
If you feel like you don’t want to burden me with a gift, just send a note keke

I now have a lot of things to talk about now that I feel like I can live a little.
I’ve been staying at home a lot, so I hope you guys understand ^^;
You guys don’t know how glad I am when I receive one of your letters.
I’ll sometimes take one out to read, and it’ll give me a lot of strength! But I always feel sorry for accepting gifts…
I haven’t been able to do much; Bad Ssamba…
Although I haven’t responded much, I’m reading all of your get-well messages or notes.
I am always thankful.
Now that the heatwave has passed, it’s become a bit colder heh
Please take care of yourselves during the season change. ^^
Then, I’ll see you all again~ Buh-bye~”

special skills include: crying at the slightest inconvenience, poor penmanship, uncontrollable eyerolling and snarky comments, could probably set a record for the amount of times i complain about needing a nap, overall inability to function like a normal adult

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1) Your tumblr name/ name
2) Right-handed, left-handed, or ambidextrous?
3) Favorite letters to write
4) Least favorite letters to write
5) Write “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
6) Write the following words in capital letters:
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