posting this at long last is terrifying

100 questions
  1. Is a kiss considered cheating?
  2. Have you ever faked orgasm?
  3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?
  4. Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years?
  5. Tell us some funny drunk story.
  6. Why are you no longer together with your ex?
  7. If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be?
  8. What are your current goals?
  9. Do you like someone?
  10. Who was the last person to disappoint you?
  11. Do you like your body?
  12. Can you keep a diet?
  13. If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say?
  14. Do you work?
  15. If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be?
  16. Would you get a tattoo?
  17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on?
  18. Can you drive?
  19. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful?
  20. What was the last thing you cried for?
  21. Do you keep a journal?
  22. Is life fun?
  23. Is farting in front of people irrelevant?
  24. What’s your dream car?
  25. Are grades in school important?
  26. Describe your crush.
  27. What was the last book/movie that really impressed you?
  28. What was your last lie?
  29. Dumbest lie you ever told?
  30. Is crying in front of people embarrassing?
  31. Something you did and you are proud of?
  32. What’s your favourite cocktail?
  33. Something you are good at?
  34. Do you like small kids?
  35. How are you feeling right now?
  36. What would you name your daughter/son?
  37. What do you need to be happy?
  38. Is there some you want to punch in the face right now?
  39. What was the last gift you received?
  40. What was the last gift you gave?
  41. What was the last concert you went to?
  42. Favourite place to shop at?
  43. Who inspires you?
  44. How old were you when you first got drunk?
  45. How old were you when you first got high?
  46. How old were you when you first had sex?
  47. When was your first kiss?
  48. Something you want to do until the end of this year?
  49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done?
  50. Post a selfie.
  51. Who are you most comfortable around?
  52. Name one thing that terrifies you.
  53. What kind of books do you read?
  54. What would you tell your 12 year old self?
  55. What is your favourite flower?
  56. Any bad habits you have?
  57. What kind of people are you attracted to?
  58. What was the last thing you cried for?
  59. Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you?
  60. Are you in love?
  61. Something you find romantic?
  62. How long was your longest relationship?
  63. What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex?
  64. What are 3 things that irritate you about the opposite sex?
  65. What are you saving money for?
  66. How would you describe your bad side?
  67. Are you actually a good person? Why?
  68. What are you living for?
  69. Have you ever done anything illegal?
  70. Do you like your body?
  71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally?
  72. Ever sent nudes?
  73. Have you ever cheated on someone?
  74. Favourite candy?
  75. Is there a blog you visit every day, or almost every day? Tag it!
  76. Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game?
  77. Favourite TV series?
  78. Are you religious? Does God exist?
  79. What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why?
  80. What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism?
  81. How long have you been on Tumblr?
  82. Do you like Chineese food?
  83. McDonalds or Subway?
  84. Vodka or whiskey?
  85. Alcohol or drugs?
  86. Ever been out of your province/state/country?
  87. Meaning behind your blog name?
  88. What are you scared of?
  89. Last time you were insulted?
  90. Most traumatic experience ?
  91. Perfect date idea?
  92. Favourite app on your phone?
  93. What colour are the walls in your room?
  94. Do you watch Youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber?
  95. Share your favourite quote.
  96. What is the meaning of life?
  97. Do you like horror movies?
  98. Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened?
  99. Do you feel lucky or special in a way?
  100. Can you keep a secret?
Hey guys,

So I’m really terrified right now. I wouldn’t be making this post if I wasnt. Last summer I moved to the states in order to attend university here, and it’s been the best choice I’ve ever made. However, I barley make ends meet and I can’t find a job at all and I don’t even have a car so I can’t go long distances for work. This summer, I really want to go back home and spend time with my family, and I can’t stay in Texas anyway because I have to be out of my dorm by May. Anyway, a ticket back home to Egypt is really, really expensive and I’m really trying to come up with the money. I am so, so homesick it’s killing me everyday. This summer my brother is getting married and I really need to be home for that, and I don’t even know where I would stay if I couldn’t come up with ticket money. So, I’m going to put my paypal here and ask for anything, not even alot. If you can’t donate, please reblog this and help me out. I’m so sorry I had to make this post, but I really would appreciate every dollar you guys could give me, or even any happy thoughts ya’ll could send my way <3 thank you!

paypal: amirax319@gmail.com

one of my favorite parts in Final Fantasy 8 was when you enter Time Compression and Laguna says 

and you’re just like “okay cool” but then everything starts warping 

and then you fall from the warp tunnel into the sky

and then you fall from the sky into the water

but then you fall from the water into the sky??

and then those birds fly everywhere around you and create some kind of fucking vortex tornado

and when you finally land, a bunch of save points appear around you like it’s trying to warn you of whats ahead

then you walk up to the sorceress and she splits into 4

and every sorceress you fight laugh really creepy while the background turns into a different location you’ve been before in the game

then the last sorceress is some big scary looking snake thing and the screen is shaking while you’re falling through hell

all this combined with the intense music was really crazy

anonymous asked:

everyone says roan is the biggest bellarke shipper? what r some examples of that?? LOVE your blog sm!!

Omg thank you sm! That means a lot! 

 I’m SO glad you asked. Lemme tell you something about Roan kom Azgeda. This man was a Bellarke stan from the get-go. Idc what anyone says.  I’m not going to post every instance that I saw it, because honestly I was probably reaching at some points. But I will give you the best examples I can. Note, I am awful at edits so I borrowed some gifs and sourced them for you, be sure to check out their blogs and shoot them a follow.  

Example 1: The first time he ever sees these two in a room together, this happens:

Originally posted by killiancomeback2me

Like the great Wanheda is literally begging for this mans life despite having acted like such an uncaring hardass thus far. 

Originally posted by bellarkesdaily

He looks at them like “oh…oh I see here.” And that’s the start of it all. Their dynamic isn’t really explored until s4, especially since most of Season 3 Bellarke spent apart and Clarke was with L/xa. But this moment, Roan remembers. And he fucking USES it. 

Season 4 tho….season 4 my friend. Lemme tell you. So…okay. First of all, like I said, Roan remembers that moment in the cave. He knows how to hit Clarke where it hurts when he needs to. This mother fucker takes Bellamy hostage and he knows what he’s doing.  Just for dramatic effect, look at these two when he rips the bag off Bellamy’s head.

And this motherfucker  sees it. He’s testing her because he knows she can’t just follow through with her plan, not with Bellamy in the line of fire. 

So anyways, moving on. The next scene occurs, and the whole scene is just really important so I linked a youtube video instead of gifs.

She seriously says she was willing to sacrafice her mother to beat ALIE and he’s like, yeah same. So I guess we’re fighting then. he DOESN’T eVEN MAKE IT TWO STEPS BEFORE SHE’S READY TO BARGAIN. GOTCHA BITCH!

Moving on to my favorite episode, aka MAD MAX: BELLARKE EDITION. Bellamy and Roan are forced to go on a mission together, thanks to BFF Clarke. The first good scene is this:

They’re bickering, as expected out of them. Bellamy is still iffy with grounders and really the only thing they have in common is their relationship with Clarke. Except Roan knows that with Bellamy, it’s more. He says her name like he’s’ testing him. The way he looks over at  Bellamy and is like “except maybe…CLARKE!” And Bellamy deadass side eyes him like…bro…for real?

(Last 3 Gifs: source)

So then, not long after this, they find the body on the beach. Bellamy uncovers it, literally TERRIFIED that it’s Clarke. But it isn’t, of course.

(Source)

Roan saw the way Bellamy’s hands SHOOK when he lifted that tarp. Then he sees the sign of relief on Bellamy’s face and he KNOWS that Bellamy feels the same way Clarke feels about him. He’s like, “SIGH these crazy kids.” 


But for real, I’m no good an making meta posts. This is the best I  could come up with off the top of my head. If anyone has any BONUS material, feel free to add. These are just my personal favorite moments that show #RoanKnows.

I’ve done my fair share of “pushing”. You two just never saw me in action! Breaking every rule, taking on the authorities, so I could indulge in the joys of life on Earth!

Someone with amazing timing saw I would be stuck in a pit of exhausted suffering right about now, so they lovingly planned to gift me with an entire episode about Pearl being an awkward gay nerd but also a terrifyingly competent and daring rebel with a cause. And she’s so proud! So proud of herself! I am so glad.

Pearl has had some amazing episodes but I’ve been aching for one that isn’t overflowing with tears and her being horribly sad and grieving and suffering. And suddenly here I got a hugely fun blatantly gay kinda rom com-y/teen movie thing with hints about Pearl’s background (which we still know practically nothing about - but I’ve been hoping, now that the Pink Diamond reveal is out of the way, we’ll finally, finally get some concrete info there). And I know I love reading into things but I feel like there was so much here! Down to stuff like “I’m not exactly a citizen, Steven!” which was both a hilarious scene and also kinda stung, considering what we do know of where Pearl comes from.

I really really really enjoy the mix of “Pearl just has a type”, “most obvious rebound ever”, and “it’s all a bunch of thinly-veiled allusions to Pearl’s backstory”. It works on all three levels, really - Steven bringing up the “she kinda looked like mom” elephant in the room without mercy, similar to Mr. Greg, was beautiful, as was Pearl’s passionate insistence that it wasn’t about that at all, that she was done with living in the past. She isn’t quite all the way there yet - Mystery Girl being a very blatant Rose reference does point to that, even as she also by being human and way out of Pearl’s comfort zone represents Pearl making an effort to move on and reinvent herself (once again) and it’s all, especially their eventual interactions, portrayed as a very positive thing. I don’t know, just… even with the way the episode is sprinkled with “the past” and some Back In My Heyday, Pearl is really genuinely trying and I love her for that, but I feel like she’s also very clearly succeeding. I’m also happy about the feeling that we’re getting to see Pearl more and more, not “Pearl at her worst lashing out while having a breakdown and deep in the clutches of grief”.

It delights me personally as a huge fan of the Terrifying Renegade that the angle of the whole thing is definitely Pearl stepping out of her comfort zone and experimenting and fighting expectations first, and only then does Rose Mystery Girl enter the picture, providing extra motivation and opportunity and the final push to very meaningfully run that red light (and flirting with Pearl and witnessing her shenanigans and her driving skills and seeming to genuinely like her right back and appreciate her company despite expectations or any kind of “cool punk girl disregards/rejects/mocks the nerd” tropes, basically here’s me predictably at it again with the “Pearl was a rebel before meeting Rose and also Pearlrose was requited how do you do”). I’m also happy to hear Pearl bring up the “joys of life on Earth” - I feel that way too often people forget or brush off all the non-Rose parts of Pearl’s motivation, such as the “I will fight in the name of Rose Quartz and everything that she believed in”, the “knight - completely dedicated to a person and a cause”. I mean, they don’t pose her saluting the flag of the rebellion on all the official art for nothing.

That car chase was wonderful all around (and there is increasingly no doubt in my mind that Pearl was the getaway car driver spaceship pilot when Rose took out Pink Diamond). Amethyst’s reactions to Pearl being “hardcore” (and a “total bada[tire screech]”) parallel Back to the Barn in a lot of ways and they warm my heart so much. The amount of support and encouragement and really thoughtful guidance she offers to Pearl’s gay disaster self and how she’s adorably impressed by Pearl apparently having game. The way Pearl shows genuine investment in Amethyst’s interests and goes along with her and gladly spends time with her and doesn’t snap or talk down to her a single time. They’ve come so far. Everything is beautiful.

Anyway I’m very tired and not sure how well I am expressing myself atm, but what I definitely mean to say is I have never in my life gotten so emotional over someone running a red light.

I saw this post about not being able to get a drivers license because of anxiety (that’s my last reblog) and this scenario is something that has being making me miserable for so long that I can’t believe I’m not the one who wrote that post.
It’s insane how I have to pretend that I just don’t care about driving or having car, but the truth is that anxiety has taken over my life on so many levels that I just can’t do things that are really exciting for “normal people”. It’s just so simple for them and yet so terrifying for me. I’m trapped.
I guess the worst part is that when someone come to me and asks if I already have my license, I feel like the biggest loser on earth.

Some thoughts on the H50 season 7 finale (SPOILERS)

I’ve been thinking about this radiation sickness thing. 

Okay, thinking isn’t the right word. The Danny in my head is sick with it, even though I’ve already promised him that it’s not going anywhere near any of the fic lands I’ve already written. The fact that there’s a Danny out there SOMEWHERE who’s facing the idea of losing his Steve forever is more than either he or I can really handle, and we both try to avoid each other so we don’t combine into some sort of Super Worrier Panic Death Spiral. 

But my inner writer has been chewing over it for entirely different reasons.
H50’s grasp of proper medicine is only slightly higher than my six-year-old niece’s, and it’s entirely possible they’ll just hand wave this away they way they do everything else. If that happens, both my inner Danny and I will breathe an enormous sigh of relief. But if they don’t, the plot just doesn’t make a lot of sense from a writerly standpoint.

Because the thing is, in the terms of crime fighting television, it’s an extremely *weird* narrative choice. Because I can totally believe the writers are capable of killing off Steve for good, esp. since Alex has expressed an interest in leaving the show at the end of season 8 (if writing is the Force, TV writers are absolutely on the Dark Side), but killing him slowly makes no *sense* according to the show’s format. 

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So I was kinda hesitant to go ahead and post this chapter. I still am. It’s been rough writing the story again, refamiliarizing myself with the story, but I’m pushing ahead because I always had big plans for this story. The chapter’s not perfect, but I’m mostly proud of it. 

Anyway, it’s half of the chapter I intended to post, but that one was just getting way too big. This chapter is more of a set up than anything, and there is a lot of talking. Some loose ends wrapped up, new stories beginning. I hope y’all like it.

Summary:

People can’t be fixed. If they could, Tony would have done so for himself a long time ago and saved everyone a lot of pain. He wishes he could. It terrifies him, but he does. He tries. He builds suits to fly farther, punch harder, last longer. Artificial intelligences with strict codes to keep him from going too far. He surrounds himself with machines, science, and hopes it can do the impossible and help him be better, but at the end of the day, all he is left with is himself.

He wonders if Barnes even has that.

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ahaha, you’re such trolls, i love it.  :’D 

Also!!!

great news!!!

Going to take the chance here to say that Iron Crown will be released (at long last!) in a matter of days - keep your eyes out for the link in the next post or so!!!  It’s hella exciting and mildly terrifying, to be honest - IC’s been in the makings for years at this point, and it’s kinda wild to see what a semi #yolo decision can turn into, haha.

Beauty of A Secret: Chapter One


Beauty of A Secret

I have a norman request for you. Hopefully you like. You’ve been working on the set of TWD as a stylist for a while and you and norman have been secretly dating for the last several months. You’ve just found out you’re pregnant but you’re terrified to tell Norman… every time you try someone interrupts for whatever reason. He finds out accidentally n doesn’t handle it very well at first. I hav several idea of how to really make this into a long fic if you’re interested. Love your stuff xx

Alright, I know what you guys must be thinking…she’s starting a new story? This girl takes forever to post updates AND requested one shots. What the flippity flop girl? I’M SORRY OKAY THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA AND I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL AND I JUST WANNA WRITE EVERYTHING hahaha and this just means you guys will get a third requested one shot so it’ll still be equal rotation. I swear I will be better at updating more haha I was on a roll in the beginning. My first few followers remember hahaha but I’ve fallen behind like a chump. Just so you guys know, she’s getting a name since this will be a full fanfiction. So I hope you enjoy this!!

To the person who requested this and has ideas and whatnot, make sure you message me ‘cause I’d love to hear your ideas.

ALSO, if any of you know where I got the title of this story from, you’re good in my book ;)


Chapter One: October 27, 2010

It was crazy the way life took off without you even knowing how fast you were going. Until one day, you wake up feeling like an entirely different person in an entirely different world.

At least, that’s the way Wendy Harper felt. She never expected this massive level of success in such a short amount of time. One day she was doing hair and makeup for short film projects with her friends to being on a real life set. It was for a show that was based on a comic book series. That wasn’t on Wendy’s list of interests but she did enjoy zombie movies and this would be a TV show involving a lot of zombies.

It was called The Walking Dead. She joined the crew about halfway through filming so it was a little awkward joining a group of people that were already close. Of course, everyone was so nice to her and welcomed her with open arms but it didn’t take away from the awkwardness.

Thankfully, she wasn’t alone in that feeling. The same day she’d joined the crew, someone else had joined the cast, playing a rather cranky redneck. But the actor himself, Norman Reedus, was completely different from his character, Daryl Dixon. He apparently liked working with Wendy the most because she was new like him and they had bonded over that.

Norman was such a sweetheart. Everything his fans said about him was a hundred percent true. He was goofy and weird and had the most wonderful smile that was contagious. And that was just a few of the many things that made Wendy fall for him. They hadn’t known each other for very long but they had such a good time together that everything progressed so quickly but it still felt natural. It didn’t feel rushed or wrong. By June, they were dating. By July, Wendy had her own drawer in his apartment where she was staying quite frequently.

They hadn’t told anyone about their relationship. And with Wendy’s new following on twitter and Instagram, that was definitely the way she wanted to keep it. She’d been guilty of snooping around the internet and she’d seen how some of Norman’s fans had spoken about his previous girlfriends and Wendy didn’t want anyone being so horrible to her. Did she care about what people thought of her? No, not really. But it still would hurt to see such mean things like that. No one could be possibly be bullet proof like that. Still, Wendy had such strong feelings for Norman and the feeling was mutual. Whatever they were doing was working so they kept it private.


Wendy was enjoying her days of sleeping in. Being on the show forced her to be awake at the crack of dawn and last week she was flying all over the place with Norman. Finally, the two of them were getting a break. She was enjoying it now because when May came back around, she would be saying good-bye to sleep for the next few months.

Norman was sleeping soundly beside her, his arm draped over his eyes. Wendy rolled over, pushing his hair off his forehead and kissing his scruffy cheek. Norman grunted as his eyes fluttered open and he stretched his arms above his head.

“Morning,” he groaned. He moved his left arm and wrapped it around Wendy’s waist, gently stroking her back with his fingertips, “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept great,” Wendy replied, glancing out the window, the curtains open just enough to allow a little sunlight to peek through, “I have to get back to my own apartment today though.”

“Why?” Norman asked, his arm wrapping tighter around her and pulling her closer.

“I’ve slept here so much, I ran out of clean clothes,” Wendy said. She climbed out of bed and reached for her jeans that were folded on top of Norman’s dresser.

“I have a washer and dryer,” Norman countered.

“That’s not the point,” Wendy giggled. Norman hugged her from behind and threw himself back, falling back into bed and taking Wendy down with him. Wendy squealed, playfully smacking Norman’s arms until he let go of her, “Norman! You’re crazy.”

Wendy stood up once more and Norman allowed it, sitting at the side of the bed as he watched her get dressed. Once she was all ready to go, she stood between his legs and ran her fingers through his hair.

“I’ll only be gone for a few hours,” she said, “And when I get back, we can give you a trim.”

“You seem to enjoy my hair,” Norman chuckled.

“I do,” Wendy replied, pushing all his hair back, “I can’t help it. Alright, I really do have to go. I’ll be back tonight and then I’m all yours the rest of the week.”

“The show premieres this Sunday,” Norman remarked, “You’ll be here for that?”

Wendy grabbed his face and crashed her lips onto his, “Of course I will. I wasn’t there for the first half so it’ll be fun seeing it with fresh eyes.”

“True,” Norman said.

As she picked up her duffel bag and her purse, she turned back to Norman and smirked, “Plus, I’ve gotta see how well my work held up!”


Norman had turned the premiere of The Walking Dead into an event. Wendy wasn’t surprised though. This was a huge moment for the two of them. It was new and exciting and for Wendy, it was her first major job. Her name would end up being in the end credits and she couldn’t wait for that.

“You’ve got popcorn,” Wendy said, holding up two glasses, “And I’ve got the wine.”

Norman took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth, grinning as Wendy hurried into the kitchen, returning moments later with the bottle of wine. She flopped down on the couch beside him and started pouring, “I’m so excited. Can you tell my hands are shaking?”

“You’re fine,” Norman laughed, taking the bottle from Wendy’s hand, “Don’t be so nervous.”

“I don’t even know why I am,” Wendy muttered, “I didn’t even do anything on this episode.”

“Well, your moment’s coming up,” Norman said, kissing her cheek.

“This wine should loosen me up a little,” Wendy said as she started guzzling down her first glass of wine, allowing the sweet, tingly liquid slide down her throat. Norman did the same and refilled their glasses.

“I wouldn’t mind loosening up,” Norman said, sliding closer next to Wendy, handing her glass to her while his free hand slid up and down her thigh. Before she could look down at his hand, he pulled it away and lifted her chin, placing a delicate kiss on her lips.

“Hang on a second,” Wendy said, lightheartedly pushing him away with a giggle, “You’re in a real hurry, aren’t you? Don’t you wanna watch this episode first?”

“Yeah, I can wait an hour,” Norman mumbled, though he continued with kisses up and down her neck. Wendy tried to contain her pleasure since the episode would come on in less than a minute.

“Norman, if we’re gonna wait, you’re gonna have to stop,” Wendy mumbled, nearly lost in his kisses and in his touch as his hands slowly moved up her thighs, “I don’t want you to miss anything but in a minute, I won’t be able to resist.”

“You’re right,” Norman said, kissing Wendy’s lips one last time just as the episode was starting. He leaned back on the couch, holding Wendy close to him as she held the popcorn bowl on his lap, “Sorry, you just look so damn good tonight. But I’ll be patient. It’ll be worth the wait.”


Maybe it was the excitement of the premiere or of the future ahead of them or maybe it was just the wine kicking in but once the episode was over, the rest of the night was the best Wendy had ever spent with anyone. It was intense and it was sensual and she was so full of love it almost made her heart ache. And it got better in the weeks that followed. A week after the show premiered, it was renewed for another season. Everyone was responding to the new show so well. Wendy had such a wonderful new job and a loving, sweet, and caring boyfriend. Everything was working out in Wendy’s favor.

It was nearing Christmas now and Norman was working on their living arrangements for their stay in Georgia when they came back to start filming the second season. Despite it being their first Christmas together, they would be spending it apart. Norman would be with his son while Wendy would go back home to see her family. They hadn’t even told their own families about their relationship so they would have to do their own little Christmas on another day. With just a week left together before leaving for the holidays, they had some things to get done, which included their stay in Georgia.

“Wouldn’t it be cool to get a house out there?” Norman said, “You remember what it looked like. It was gorgeous, wasn’t it?”

“It really was,” Wendy said, “But the show is still so new. Maybe we should wait a little longer before we go and get a house.”

“I guess you’re right,” Norman said, “I don’t know, we’ll figure it out later. I’ve gotta get back to my apartment and finish packing. You need any help here before I leave?”

“No, I’ve got it,” Wendy said. She brought Norman to the front door and kissed him passionately, holding his face. Norman was surprised by the sudden show of affection but he didn’t fight it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and returned her kiss.

“Well thank you for that,” Norman said as Wendy pulled away and opened the door, “I’m really gonna miss you these next few weeks.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Wendy replied, “But soon, we’ll get back home and we’ll have our own little Christmas. Eventually, we’ll tell our family and friends about our relationship. Probably should in the next month considering our anniversary will be in June.”

“I’m surprised we’ve managed to keep it hidden this long,” Norman said, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning and we’ll go to the airport together, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Wendy said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetness.”

“See you.” Norman planted one last kiss on Wendy’s cheek before leaving her apartment, shutting the door behind him. She waited for a few minutes, listening to Norman’s footsteps getting quieter and quieter until they were gone. Wendy hurriedly locked the door and ran into her bathroom.

Wendy threw open her medicine cabinet, pulling out a plastic bag she’d kept hidden inside there for the past day, just waiting for Norman to leave. This was wrong. She should’ve told him. He should be here to go through this with her. She’d suspected for a while but a part of her thought it was all in her head and she wouldn’t have to deal with this.

But now, there were three pregnancy tests in her hands and if they all came up positive, she would have to deal with this. But, there were so many things to think about and it was all so terrifying. She never actually thought she would be sitting in her bathroom peeing on a stick. And something else occurred to her while she was taking the tests. Her relationship with Norman was still so new. It had barely been six months and no one even knew they were together. This was definitely not the plan she’d had in mind for her future with Norman.

Wendy refused to leave the bathroom while she waited for the results. It was as if she didn’t trust the tests to be accurate if she walked away from them. She just set a timer on her phone and stared at it, on the edge of tears. Why had she sent Norman home? This was too difficult to do this on her own. She needed him.

After a while, Wendy sat on the linoleum floor, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her head against her legs. How would it be to have a baby? She didn’t have any nieces or nephews. Her friends didn’t have children. She didn’t know anything about babies. The closest she’d ever come to holding a baby was in middle school when she had to take care of a baby doll for home economics class.

The alarm on her phone went off abruptly, making her jump. She scrambled back onto her feet and nearly slipped getting to the counter, “Come on, give me some good news. Please, just good news.”

Wendy leaned against the counter, looking down at the three tests lined up in a row. Her heart pounded against her chest as she focused on the three little plus signs staring back at her. Before she got those three positive results, she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. But now, she wasn’t sure where her emotions were. All she knew now was that she needed to tell Norman what was going on.

She picked up the tests, gazing at the plus signs for a little longer before taking a deep breath and acknowledging it, “I’m…pregnant.”


Hope you like this first chapter! Let me know what you think <3

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SKAM 1:03  

“Eva, you are the coolest girl I know. You’re pretty, sweet, smart, and funny. But I don’t know what the problem is. You have to find new friends! Get yourself new friends! Anyone who gets to be your friend is really lucky.”    

amortentia - part 2

DRACO MALFOY X READER

WARNINGS: swearing

i got some requests to make a part two of this… so here it is!!!

READ PART 1 HERE


The weekend had passed. Draco and Y/N didn’t cross paths, except for one awkward encounter in the Great Hall. The two of them had reached for the potatoes at the same time, which resulted in bumping hands and rosy cheeks.

The next time they had Potions class, Y/N wondered if that night in the common room would fade into a forgotten memory. 

She hoped it didn’t.

She got to class just as the bell was ringing, and took her seat next to Draco, not meeting his eyes.

As Slughorn spoke to the class, Y/N heard the unmistakable sound of rustling paper, before Draco slid a folded piece of parchment across the desk, in her direction.

She glanced down at it, then back at him. “You know you can just talk to me, right? I’m sitting right next to you.“

He rolled his eyes. “Would you quit ruining the moment and read the bloody note?”

She grinned, picking it up off the table.

Common room. Tonight. 11.

She looked back up at Draco, raising her eyebrows.

He gestured towards the quill lying next to her book bag, then at the note.

She shook her head, still smiling, picking up the quill. She scrawled a reply and slid it back across the table.

Okay.


As the pair waited for their potion to settle, Draco said, “Oh! I brought you something.”

She turned to him, confused, as he searched for something in his bag. A moment later, he held out a bright green apple in her direction, a huge grin plastered on his face.

Y/N smiled back, wide.

“Sorry it’s green… I couldn’t find a red one, and I didn’t know-”

Her smile grew miles.

“What?”

“You’re a dork.” she said, staring at the fidgeting boy in front of her, who nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

Y/N took the apple from his hand, their fingers lightly brushing, which caused Draco’s heart to skip. Then, she simply shrugged and bit into the fruit, a crunching noise filling the air. “We’ll see.”


After all of the other girls in Y/N’s dormitory had fallen asleep, she made her way down the stairs, her feet hitting the stone steps in tune with her rapid heartbeat. She found Draco sitting on the couch, his platinum blonde hair standing out in comparison to the darkness of the common room.

“You’re late.” he said, standing up.

She grabbed his wrist and turned it so she could read his watch. 

“It’s 11:02.”

“Well it felt like forever.” he breathed, over-dramatically.

Y/N rolled her eyes, which she felt like she did 50% of the time she was around Draco Malfoy.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Y/N was thrown off guard at the gesture, which felt oddly intimate, but she gripped him back.

“So…” she whispered. “What are we doing here?”

Draco smirked.


The two of them creeped down the stairwell just outside of the Slytherin common room, trying to be as silent as possible. They walked along the walls, as if that would make them more invisible.

Just after they got halfway down the stairs, Draco abruptly stopped walking, clamping a hand over Y/N’s mouth and pushing her back against the wall.

She elbowed him in the ribs.

Draco’s mouth fell open as he resisted crying out in pain, his hand falling from Y/N’s lips.

“Filch.” he mouthed, before she could yell at him.

Her eyebrows knitted together, clearly not understanding. 

A grating meow.

Y/N’s eyes widened. 

The two Slytherins pressed their backs to the stone wall, Draco’s fingers carefully wrapped around her wrist. Her breathing quickened, and not just because of the approaching footsteps. 

Draco could feel her pulse.

He didn’t think his heart was capable of beating so fast.

Y/N could see an approaching light on the far wall, and a portion of Filch’s shadow. She covered her mouth with her free hand, to prevent any sound from coming out.

But the universe was looking out for her and Draco, because Filch turned and left.

They both exhaled at the same time, and turned to face one another.

Draco couldn’t help smiling, and Y/N let out a small laugh.


He took her all the way up to the roof of the astronomy tower.

“Why are we up here?” she asked, a grin plastered on her face. Draco had never noticed the crinkles that formed next to her eyes when she smiled.

He squeezed her hand and took a breath. He wasn’t quite sure why he felt so open with her, but he took a chance and said, “I come up here a lot, by myself.”

She squeezed his hand back, knowing that this wasn’t something he shared with many.

“Come here.” he said, pulling her toward a bench with a telescope positioned in front of it. He sat down, and Y/N followed, turning to face him. The cold air had turned Draco’s pale cheeks a slight shade of pink. He grinned at her, fiddling with her fingers.

“What?” she said. “Did you bring me up here just to stare at me?”

Draco’s smile fell, only slightly. He began to stand up. “Hold on.” he said, kissing her quickly on the nose and moving over to the telescope.

Y/N messed with her hair, only attempting to cover up the blush that had set up camp in her cheekbones.

She watched Draco fumble with the telescope, and wondered how exactly this had happened - only a few days ago they were bickering at each other. And now he was kissing her on the nose and making her blush?

“Here.” he said, lowering the telescope so it lined up with her height. “Look.”

She stepped up and peered in, and her eyes focused on a cluster of stars. “What am I looking at?”

“Draco.”

“Huh?” she said, looking at him.

“It’s the constellation I was named after.” he said, pulling awkwardly on his tie.

The corners of Y/N’s lips turned up. “You brought me here to show me the constellation that you’re named after?”

“Damn it, I was trying to be romantic.” he sighed, his hands falling to his sides. 

She laughed. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Y/N closed the gap between them by yanking on the green and silver tie hanging around Draco’s neck. Their lips met, and shoes scuffed on the floor as they made their way back to the bench. Draco’s hands found their way to Y/N’s hair, as her hands rested gently on his cold cheeks.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage as tongues bumped and teeth scraped. Draco’s fingers slightly shook as they traveled from her hair down to her waist, an exciting twinge in his stomach.

Y/N pulled away, her lips lingering on top of his. “Fuck.” she mumbled.

Draco’s blue-grey eyes widened. “What?”

She hastily pressed her lips to his right ear and whispered, “Someone’s coming.”

Chills ran down his spine at the sudden touch.

Their eyes met and neither of them moved. If anyone were to come through the roof door, they’d have no place to hide. Y/N bit down on her lip at the steady sounds that resembled footsteps.

But many seconds passed, and nobody came. 

“You hear that too, right?” she whispered, close enough that Draco could see the specks of color in her eyes, in the glow from the moon.

“Yeah.” he choked out, his voice breaking.

She slowly leaned away, and made her way to the edge of the roof, her hands curving over the edge of the barrier. Draco followed.

Then they saw it: a vibrant orange cat, repeatedly swatting at a stray food can down on the road. 

Draco audibly exhaled, saying, “It’s just Granger’s stupid cat.”

A short silence followed, before the two of them bursted into laughter. Stomachs were clutched and tears leaked out of eyes and somehow they ended up sitting, shoulders touching, against the barrier at the edge of the tower’s roof.

“What are we doing?” she breathed, after the laughter had died down.

“I don’t know.” he replied, his smile lingering.

“Is this a mistake?” she said. “I mean, Filch, and the cat. Are they signs or something?”

“What?” Draco said, sternly, his grin falling. “No.”

Y/N looked over at him, his blue-grey eyes staring directly into hers. He took a breath and said, “I don’t know what… this, is yet. But I do know that I like it.”

The corners of her mouth turned up again and the crinkles made their way back to her eyes as Draco grabbed her hand, threading his fingers with hers.

“I really, really like it.” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

Suddenly, Y/N’s heart lurched at the realization in front of her. The uncertainty, the doubt - it was terrifying. The possibility of them, the two of them. The time stretched out in front of them. His long fingers intertwined with hers. It all scared her, but thrilled her at the same time. 

“Okay, say something.” Draco said. “Don’t leave me sitting here like an idiot.” 

She laughed, looking up with the boy that had worry written all over his face.

“I like it too.”


sorry i haven’t posted much since last weekend; school is keeping me really busy!! i am also going to see fantastic beasts tomorrow night, so i most likely won’t be posting then.

i do have a lot of fics in progress, so i hope to post a bunch this weekend! xx

Forgive Me - Part 3

Summery: The reader goes back home

Triggers: angstyness

Word Count: 2000+

A/N: sorry its been so long since I last posted. I have 3 exams and 1 essay due this week so I might be late with the next part too. Sorry. (*not my gif)

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Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

Maria and her team took you to a large ship. It was all black and metal and cold. Seats lined the walls shoulder to shoulder and they all had their own belts, fastening you to the side. Honestly, you were terrified of who these people really were. It was full of soldiers patching each other up with small medical kits, other hostages dressed in clothes like yours, and a few body bags that seemed to have something in them. You could only assume.

One moment everyone was rushing around. The next, calmness had settled in. You felt the force on your body as the vehicle was lifted into the air and propelled forwards. It was then you decided to find someone to speak to.

‘Excuse me?’ You moved the free section of your body forward. A young woman turned her head to look at you. It was the woman from before. Maria. ‘What has happened since they took us?’ She moved to sit in the empty seat next to yours.

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((Tw, Scar mention))

All I know is that I never truly knew her.

It was the end.

I knew it before it started.

She was too good to be true, a broken-down mess doused with fake smiles and overwhelming silence. It filled the room as I read to her, it filled the room as I lay my head in her lap and gazed at the wall while she played with my hair.

She filled the room around me as I wrote about her in past documents that I have since deleted, her head on my shoulder and my sweater on her arms.

She comforted me when I was sitting on the floor ill while music blared around us and lights flashed around the stage.

She was always putting me before her, yet always making me unsure if she really thought I was worth her time.

She always made me feel warm, especially when she lead me around the small, dark room. We danced the waltz, and I felt her pressing me close and whispering into the top of my head that she needed me.

She was always still sleeping peacefully next to me in the morning, making sure I never knew of her tears at 10 PM because almost every single night I spent at her house I was sure to fall asleep before she was even the least bit tired.

She kept every single drawing I made of her beautiful oil-slick hair and her warm lantern-in-the-midst-of-the-forest eyes, though I wouldn’t blame her if she threw them in the trash.

We held hands like otters while we fell asleep on the blanketed floor, staring into each other’s eyes with heavy eyelids. It was the last time I ever slept beside her.

I draw over her scars with pen. Now, I have a million questions in my mind, but saying any of them out loud would terrify me. A couple of mountains and pine trees as a symbol of strength.

anonymous asked:

Trini freaking out over her pregnant wife Kim during training or a battle idkrkrkfkfm. Please and thank you!!!!

Again, sorry this wasn’t posted yesterday, but here you go lovely anon :)

You Messed with the Wrong Girl(’s Wife)

Summary” Kim takes a nasty hit to the head and Trini goes off

AO3

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Trini wasn’t one to freak out; unless she had good reason to; she wasn’t going ape shit on what was hopefully the last of the residual Goldar dust putties for no reason. You would think that after almost five years the putties would be long gone, but nooo… they were still causing trouble. Then again, Goldar was made up of a lot of gold.

Trini faced off with Rita alone in her bedroom; sure she was terrified, but she didn’t freak out. They fought Goldar in giant dino cars, she found that one pretty cool, not all that terrifying, and she found a spaceship underground with a group of people who were practically strangers, and she did freak out a little bit, but this, what everyone was witnessing was different.

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If you want for that art request thing, if you’re sill doing that that is, maybe Aradia in like pastel goth attire if you want? Please and thank you!!!

1. PASTEL GOTH IS GREAT AND I WANT TO DRAW SO MUCH MORE THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THIS 2. I have lost most of my confidence that this actually lives up to true pastel goth style 3. I hope you like it anyways?

Introduction Post

{21 August 2017}

Hey there studyblr community!

I have been putting introducing myself for long enough

Some basics about me:

  • My name is Karolina
  • I’m turning 18 this 4th of December (I’m Sagittarius btw)
  • I come from Poland

Why I decided to start a studyblr?

To motivate myself, keep track of my academic progress and obviously for amazing people around here (maybe even improve my German?)

Random facts? Yes please:

  • I am starting my last year of high school this September and I’m terrified
  • Volunteering is my life
  • I’m Slytherin and my personality type is INFJ
  • I have two kitties and a doggo

Some lovelies that inspire me: @studyign, @studyquill, @emmastudies, @linguafreund, @languageoclock

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Zenmasters AU Week, Day 6 – Role Reversal AU: If You Jump, I Jump. Part II (part I)

This time around, Hyde fights for Jackie’s attention after they spend some time together during her grieving process once she breaks up with Kelso. When she realizes Hyde likes her that way, Jackie decides to ignore him and his attempts to get a date with her the best she can. 

Realizing Jackie won’t go out with him after all, Hyde leaves her alone not before telling her that maybe she should first try to actually known him and know how he got where he is before calling him another rich idiot. 

For him, being rich is probably the second worse thing that happened to him. Not all of the Barnetts aprove of him and the way WB raised him and Angie as equals, WB’s wife not always respected him even. It was always hard to be looked at weird because he doesn’t look like his family, and he has had to control the impulse of punching somoene when racist comments are done in front of him.

This side of him takes her by surprise. He wasn’t always rich and still remembers the little hell it was to be with his own mother, and the impact the sudden change of life when WB took him left on him. He knows necessity and loneliness like her, and when he finally finds a way to go out with her by claiming the ‘prize’ of making her say a “big bad word” to be a date, Jackie accepts with actual hopes of him winning.

Hyde takes her and the gang with his 'a little bit crazy’ friends from the private school, who take them to a 'jumping tower’ at one of the boy’s grandfather’s property, in q soon to be attractions park. Its said that is possible to jump the tower and have a smooth fall with only an umbrella thanks to the way the wind runs around the construction. And they invite them to jump, because “you haven’t live until you feel like maybe dying” and Hyde rolls his eyes, saying he has done it before and well, here he is.

Kelso says yes happily and so does Fez, Donna knows she is not doing it and Eric is too scared to do it. While Hyde’s friends convince them to try, two of them jump to show nothing bad happens. Hyde wants Jackie to do it, saying that he knows she will use a big word the second she feels the wind on her face while jumping. Just to prove him wrong, she accepts, only to be terrified the last minute.

“It’s okay, grasshopper, you can do it.”

“What?”

“Listen, you are not doing it alone. If you jump, I jump.”

When she finds herself trusting him, Jackie knows he got that date.

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if anyone has money to spare no pressure but my venmo is @carothegremlin and my financial situation just got really bad. I don’t want to give away too many details because I’m terrified of my mother finding this, so pardon the vagueness please!

I’m putting the TL;DR at the top: my mom is extorting money from me and neglecting me financially. I have had trouble with mental illness discrimination with past employers, and my mother forced me to quit my last job, so I have no references. My PTSD and anxiety also make it difficult to work most jobs. I am a full time student with major depressive disorder, severe, recurring.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PARENTAL ABUSE, NEGLECT

So, my mom kicked me out of her house a week ago because I borrowed her charger. I DO HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE, THANK GOD. This is not an exaggeration; she is a very unstable person. This event was pretty traumatic. She took my phone so I couldn’t call for help or “tell lies” about her, and she screamed at me while I tried to grab my things. I begged her for a drink of water and she told me I deserved to be thirsty and to suffer.

She quietly stopped paying for therapy, medication, doctor visits, etc. My dad has been forced to pay out of pocket for my community college courses, and he is not in a good place financially. She refuses to reimburse him until I pay her $200, and then $75 each month. This is for car insurance as well as things she claims I ruined in her house.

It gets worse! I was supposed to leave the country for college but because my mother went on a month long vacation at the beginning of the summer, made me come over to her house and maintain her pool BUT LOCKED UP MY PASSPORT AND GAVE ME NO ACCESS TO ANY DOCUMENTS I NEEDED TO BEGIN THE IMMIGRATION PROCESS, I had to apply late, and I didn’t get my papers until class had started and the tuition deadline passed.

Now that I am stranded, she needs to pay car insurance for me even though I do not drive her car. If I was in a different country, this wouldn’t be the case, but as is I owe her $75 a month or she will not pay for my classes. Hopefully I will be able to go to college in the spring, but if I don’t, and I likely won’t, I will need to have paid her $600 by June. However, getting a job may be difficult because my employment history is terrible. My last job found out I had been hospitalized and scheduled me to work less “because they were worried about me” because of my “anxiety.” My mom told me over and over that this means I’m too broken to do anything or work, until I had a panic attack while she was driving me to work and she forced me to quit. This means I have absolutely no references. Also, because I’m a full time student, the workload of a job in addition might be too much for me to mentally handle.

THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU READ THIS PLEASE REBLOG