shallow promises

i’ve read every interview there is where Ross talked about playing Zach so i’ve been trying to piece together his descriptions and clues about his characters and let me just say i’m so blown away by his acting! he paid so much attention to detail and the accuracy of his facial expressions in every scene is amazing. i love how he changed his body language entirely when Zach was with his family, you can see in the way he stood when Karen was around that Zach both fears and respects his mother. you can see the look of adoration on his face whenever he looks at his little sister. the whole Dempsey family dynamics is my absolute favorite, and Ross made it feel so real and relatable.

hindsight is 20/20

it would be unfair to say i did not love you, because i did. i loved you fiercely, i loved you adamantly. i loved you from the first time we spoke, to the last text you sent me (approximately three hours ago), to the moment i put you into words.

it would be unfair to say i did not love you, because i love you now. i love you still. i love you silently, passively, i love you from afar.

i didn’t want it to be like this.

i didn’t ask for a roundabout romance, where “no” means yes and “yes” means hurt me harder. i didn’t even ask for a romance — i offered friendship and you turned it into ugliness. a hand to hold that held me back, that dragged me down into your damning embrace. a hand to hold that fed me, kept me satiated with shallow endearments and promises that only i kept — promises you threw out and i scavenged.

writing this is healing, but i wish healing had come sooner.

you threw me below and filled my grave with your guilt.

“you don’t deserve this.”

“find someone better.”

who was i to find?

i opened myself to give you a home. you tore me apart and left me a shell. my insides you replaced with your secrets. a noose, a gun, a knife, a car veering off the road while i screamed for you to STOP.

i gave you a hand to hold, and you chose my breasts instead.

(i feel you to this day, cold and clammy and so desperate, because you knew one day i could stop you. one day, i did stop you.

i couldn’t stop your hands, but i stopped letting you hurt me.)

it would be unfair to say i did not love you, because i did. i loved you for your vulnerability, your hard work. i loved you for the days we spent in joy, rare as they were. i love you for who you are now, that you are trying, that you’ve stopped making me drag you along.

i love you and you love me.

but i cannot come closer. i do not want to, lest the boy i loved resurfaces and reaches for me once again.

i do not know where he is. i do not want to find out.

it would be unfair to say i did not love you. but i love me, too. 

i love me, now.

Life Goals

10.) Find someone who sings like Oscar Isaac

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9.) Find someone who dances (awkwardly) like Oscar Isaac

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8.) Find someone who hugs like Oscar Isaac

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7.) Find someone with the same priorities as Oscar Isaac

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6.) Find someone with the same sense of (dark & dirty) humor like Oscar Isaac

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5.) Find someone as suave as Oscar Isaac

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4.) Find someone as talented as Oscar Isaac

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3.) Find someone who smiles like Oscar Isaac

2.) Find someone who plays a hot(-shot), sarcastic yet totally humble and loyal pilot (who has an adorable droid for a best buddy) like Oscar Isaac

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1.) Find Oscar Isaac

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anonymous asked:

May I request the chocobros and their S/o chillin out having fun on a beach? 😄 w some frank sinatra songs playin in the background or different songs w the same genre? Just carefree fluff w the boys on the beach :D who would chill in the sand and who would throw their s/o in the water LOL

Carefree fluff is the best kind of fluff, anon.

Writing this spurred this beach-lorn lust inside of me, and now I can’t shake the desire to go on vacation.🐳

As far as music goes, I’m positively elated to hear that you’re requesting some Sinatra! 

He’s honestly one of the first vocal jazz artists that got me into the genre itself, launching me into what now has become a love affair of big band, classic, and modern jazz alike.

He really was a class act, wasn’t he? ❊


Song: “You Make Me Feel So Young” by Frank Sinatra

  • While the prince may not look it, he’s an aboslute natural stripped down in his colorful swim trunks at the beach
  • Being able to be outside basking in the glow of the sun alongside you, without the trouble of worry of daemons really puts him at ease
  • His somewhat hidden cheekiness will shine through, as he suddenly scoops you up in his arms and runs to the shoreline, you playfully writhing and squirming within his grasp, before he finally throws you into the water
  • The look of your shocked face will send him to his knees as he positively dies of laughter, mumbling apologies and words of affection, promising you that you couldn’t be any more adorable
  • He won’t even stop when you pull him in alongside you - only chuckling against your neck as he pulls you close and presses suple kisses to your jawline
  • All worries of PDA are out the window; Noct is on vacation, and nobody or nothing could take that blissful lack of care away from him

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Last Call (part 1) - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Hello, everyone! So, this is my first time ever writing anything Sherlock related, and I’ve also never in my life written anything with a reader, so excuse my ordinary attempt at it…
This supposedly takes place during 2x03, but I’ve changed some things to fit the plot, so the timing is a little bit different.
Also, this is a new writing blog, so if you want to read more like this, don’t hesitate to follow me!

Word count: 4252
Warnings: angst, mentions of suicide

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Word Count:  3,231

Author’s Note:  The best part of being back at work full time is that I’ve got ample room to day dream, which means killer (IMHO) one-shot ideas. I ended up knitting Scotty’s hat from 2009 this week (it looks badass), and I just  thought of this story idea.

I promised y’all a new story every Saturday, and it’s officially 2:46 a.m. on Saturday. So here ya go. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:  I used a handful of lines from Star Trek (2009), so all credit for those lines go to Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci.

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anonymous asked:

I think your writing is really good, so I'd like to order a "62". With some extra tears, is that possible?

Order up, “please don’t leave me alone” with a side of extra tears. Did you want cries with that?

The Lonely Alone

You came to from a haze, completely unsure where you were. Your mouth was dry and your body was stiff. There was the whirring of machinery some way away, and the floor you woke up on was cold and hard like metal. You could smell and taste the tang of blood in the air and something else, something that reminded you of the daemons burning away, it drilled in to the back of your brain when inhaled and made you nauseous.

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anonymous asked:

Clony + pool party! :D

1. There was a week left until summer break and Zach was holding a pool party at his house. The entire class was invited and Clay was the one who persuaded Tony that they should go. (“it’s like… 90 degrees outside! and besides, there’s nothing better for us to do on a Saturday.”)

2. They both wore white tank tops and swimming trunks; Clay’s was black while Tony’s was red. (Tony shamelessly checked him out during the entire ride there and wondered if he would even last the duration of the party)

3. Once they arrived the party was in full swing - music was playing, there was a game of beer pong, and people were either chatting in the water or on the sidelines. Tony offered to grab them 2 beers while Clay got them seats.

4. After awhile, the heat became unbearable and Clay stripped his tank top off. Tony’s eyes followed every movement as he tossed it aside and finished his second beer. Clay then noticed Skye calling him over from the shallow end and he promised Tony that he’d be right back.

5. Clay ended up joining her in the water which caused him to get wet, something Tony thought was a sight to see. He loved the way Clay’s hair hung over his forehead as he saw water droplets race down his body. Ryan walked by and noticed his staring, to which he replied, “wow, you seriously got it bad for him.”

6. Another few minutes pass and Clay walks back to Tony, oblivious to the hungry gazes he made towards him. Whatever Clay was about to say got cutoff as Tony claimed his lips against his own. Tony might not be the biggest fan of swimming, but seeing Clay like this was a plus.

In My Dreams It’s You

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
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So you’re at a wedding, because doesn’t it always start that way? It’s one of those vacation weddings – a long weekend at a resort, a ceremony on the beach. There’s another guest there, a man named Bucky, and he is absolutely gorgeous, but wow is he a dick about it.

But still… there’s something about him. He’s outgoing, too, and funny, and confident (and at first you thought it was in an annoying, cocky kind of way, but you realize that no, it’s in a grab-life-by-the-balls way). And after the welcome dinner party that first night, you start to warm up to him.

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the theory that Dabi could be a rogue Todoroki sibling who went villain after Endeavor pushed aside the other children in favor of Shouto? It would certainly be a compelling storyline, and it doesn't crush my soul the way Kaminari traitor theory threads do lol

Uhhhhhhhhh well, I’ve read the theory only once and a while ago, so I can’t remember all the details about it, but it is interesting. I wouldn’t mind it if it ended up being true one bit, mostly because it would give Dabi the type of three-dimensionality I’ve been waiting for him to get since he appeared for the first time (as of now he’s… a lot of promises and nothing concrete, which is more of a let-down for me than I’d like for it to be)

Personally the one thing that makes me think this might actually be true is the fact that Dabi’s the only one without a name and surname - everything else might be just as well explained with Endeavor having been a shit to Dabi without them being related at all (as Inasa very helpfully showed us, Endeavor is very concretely able to ruin strangers’ lives with one single encounter). I always assumed Dabi’s wounds were from his own quirk, but they might be from Endeavor’s too. Who knows. If he’d ruined me like that I would want him and everything he stands for dead too, probably.

The eye color and quirk are a good hint that they might actually be related, but counting Izuku’s dad’s fire-breathing and Bakugou’s explosions fire-quirks are hardly uncommon, really - I’ve been trying to find a reason why Dabi’s flames are dark colored, but while there’s a number of elements that burn in shades between purple and blue none of them have anything to do with ice (…….. you can’t really burn ice as long as that ice is made of water, after all) I don’t know how exactly quirk genetics work, but it seems to be a pretty straight forward system? Either it passes down directly from one of the parents or they mix to make a new quirk, which makes it kinda weird how Dabi’s flames are so much different from Todoroki’s if they’re actually brothers… though I guess if the quirk allows it with good control he might be purposefully turning them that color… maybe…

Anyway! I would like it a lot if they did end up being brothers, ngl, it’s definitely an interesting idea, but as long as it’s about whether I believe it or not I guess right now I’m 50/50 on it haha

Medics and Enemies

Anonymous: I am loving the Hotch’s daughter fics! Can you do one where Hotch’s daughter (reader) is walked into the bau with the unsub pointing a gun at her. The team tries to calm him down and it ends up with the reader being shot in the shoulder.

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Intern’s fled, those who were not trained in the field stumbling away from the immediate danger as he emerged through the wide doors. The man growled, teenage girl held close to him by her neck, arm wrapped tightly around her with a gun pressed firmly against her temple. As the man pulled her through another door, the girl immediately recognised the room, looking up to find her father’s best friend with his back turned to them.

“David,” Y/N yelled, the panic in her thunderous voice caused David to look back immediately to find her flailing her legs as the unsub pushed her fiercely against the closest wall with the gun now pressed against her chest.

“Hotch, get out here!” David roared, hoisting his gun from his belt as Derek came onto the scene behind him, aiming at the broad man. Aaron immediately rushed out of his office, tears prickling his eyes at the sight of his bruised, tear-stained daughter.

“You took my son away from me.” The unsub spat, not leaving Y/N’s eye contact.

“You don’t need to do this. Drop your weapon and we won’t shoot.” Derek ordered, lowering his gun slightly to encourage the man that he wouldn’t hurt him. Aaron stood, frozen, fingers trembling around his gun as he stared in fear.

“You took him!” The unsub growled, his hand around Y/N’s throat tightening.

“D-dad,” Y/N gurgled, attempting to breathe through the mans harsh grip. The sound of his distressed daughter begging for him turned a switch in Hotch’s brain. Without thought, Aaron’s large body lunged towards the aggressive man.

“Aaron!” David yelled, knowing that the unsub wouldn’t back down until he hurt Aaron one way or another. As Aaron come in contact with the large man, the man panicked, pulling the trigger while his grip loosened.

“No.” Aaron cried, falling to his knees beside his hunched daughter.

“Y/N,” he muttered, cradling her in his weak arms as she stared up at him, eyes wide with fear while David pressed firmly onto her bloody shoulder. Tears fell from her pale cheeks, her grip tightly holding her father’s arm.

“D-dad,” Y/N trembled, her fathers tears falling into her hair that was damp with sweat, “I-I love you.”

“Don’t Y/N, y-you’re going to be fine I swear.” Aaron said sternly, smoothing back the stray hairs from her reddened face, breath shallow and uneven.

“I promise.”


“Because you’re like this all the time, even your neighbourhood bum found you overbearing and moved away!”


“And one last thing; never mess with Gibbs’ coffee. Ever. If you value your life.” Tony stated seriously, but then gave a small shrug. “Or at least your job.”

You grinned and even giggled a little, but you were prevented from laughing fully because of the sadness that tugged on your heart. Tony had pulled you to a quieter area of the office floor, right behind the stairs, for some privacy. The senior field agent was leaving NCIS, and though he already said goodbye to his friends, or rather, family, he also wanted to give you some time.

Which you didn’t understand. You were just a Probie; arriving onto the team not 4 months ago. But you and Tony clicked instantly. You guessed he wanted to say some kind of awkwardly-shallow goodbye. Promise to hang out sometime, but never really call back.

But then Tony kissed you; a little hesitant and awkward, on your part, but it was nice. His hand came up to lightly caress your face, his fingertips carefully gliding across your cheek. When he pulled away, he seemed to take your breath with him, because you were left light-headed and wanting more.

Tony was smiling. An honest and warm smile, not some mischievous smirk. “Ya know, since I’m not an agent anymore, Rule 12 doesn’t apply to me now…”

“R-Rule 12?” You echoed, taking only a second to regain your composure and blush wildly at his implications. “Oh, Rule 12. Right.” You muttered, causing Tony to laugh a little. “I’d really like that.”

The ex-agent nodded slightly, then heard Gibbs call out for him. “I better go. Just because it’s my last day, doesn’t mean he still ain’t my boss.” Tony smirked, then turned and walked away. You stayed where you were for an extra moment before following him back to the squadroom. You had to make sure you weren’t blushing too bad as to let Gibbs find out.

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And I pray that you no longer seek happiness from the past, but rather you set your sails forward, to a land that is pure and wonderful. I pray that you no longer stare into the shallows of empty promises, but that you dive into the depth of an ocean of guarantees. May you feel the winds of hope, and smell the scent of joy, may your heart be alive again as it was meant to be. […]
—  T.B. LaBerge.

Our Father

Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed by thy name,

hollow by thy promises

and shallow by thy shame.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

On a scale from one to ten,

our Lord is totally eleven.

Give us our daily bread,

toasted close to dawn,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we shoot those who trespass on our lawn,

and lead us not into temptation,

such as pot or porno,

but deliver us from evil.

(If not delivery, then DiGiorno).

By Bo Burnham

And I pray that you no longer seek happiness from the past, but rather you set your sails forward, to a land that is pure and wonderful. I pray that you no longer stare into the shallows of empty promises, but that you dive into the depth of an ocean of guarantees. May you feel the winds of hope, and smell the scent of joy, may your heart be alive again as it was meant to be. For you are with a better captain, you are with a true sailor, a true leader; You are sailing with Christ, and He is always sure to lead us home.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

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The songs of episode 6x06 of Glee: What The World Needs Now (spoilers)

Burt Bacharach is one of my most favorite composers. His songs often sound simple and light, but they are usually very difficult to sing (or to play on the piano). So I was excited when I found out Glee would do a tribute episode. But that excitement quickly changed into disappointment when Glee decided that Burt Bacharach week also would be basicly Daleastreet week, ugh. While Matt Morrison (who hadn’t sung this season yet!) and Chris Colfer, who both have proven to be able to handle Bacharach songs before, are mostly swaying gracefully in the background, counting the days till they’re free of this horrid show who don’t appreciate their talents. Thank God for the saving graces of Amber and Kevin, the season 6 ‘regulars’ who are hardly ever there but who’s few songs hold more quality singing in them than all the songs of the New Directions in seasons 4 and 5 together. 

Here are the songs of 6x06, aka “How Glee fucks up good songs once again and wastes the real talents in its cast”.

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