she wants the d man

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

How to dad?

Don’t ask Theo because he obviously has no idea.

you know what i love about this chap ? these two panels :

tell me again bakugou katsuki is nothing but angry / rude character who didn’t develop at all during all this time. tell me again he’s just an arrogant & prideful boy who would blame others & not himself because he thinks he’s perfect. tell me again he’s a PIECE OF SHIT WHO JUST CARES ABOUT BEING THE TOP ONE & WHO DOESN’T CARE AT ALL ABOUT OTHERS. i’ll f ucking kill u. 

Simple really.

Road is Sleeping Beauty, who was cursed by the malicious, yandere Innocence, who is even more yandere than the Queen of Yandere over here, but instead of something turn off like picking “her delicate finger with a spindle on a spinning wheel, she fucking threw herself in the crossfire to save her man, A++++++ my lady.

Which means Allen, you are almost the Blond Prince on White Horse, except you have no horse and the white haired one is you but in exchange you’re “crowned“ which makes you King, even if you’re broke (are you?), so do your fucking King thing and kiss your Queen awake.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

“Okay, usually I wouldn’t wanna talk to you about something like this, but…” Sam began.

“Did you see those boobs?” Dean got straight down to the wire. 

“Oh, God, yeah… that bra just made them all the more…” by way of explaining, Sam made a hand gesture as if he was holding up an invisible round object.

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” Dean paused.

“And, her ass” Sam and Dean said in unison, both closing their eyes, as if they were picturing it.

“I had to try so hard not to want to grab that” Dean smiled smugly. “I mean, I wouldn’t dream of it if she didn’t want me to, but Jeeesus, man…”

“She’d so go for me anyway.” 

“Uh, seriously? No. I know she wants me on top of her on the kitchen table.” Dean hit his brother lightly.

“Actually, she’d be so good on top” they spoke simultaneously again, smirking at each other afterwards.


She scoffed at him. She’d been right. It was a man. He stepped closer to the light in the corner, giving her a look at his face.
Clothed head to toe in layers of black cloth that helped him blend in the shadows of the warehouse, but surely were hell in the Jakku sun, he was a rather striking figure with pale skin and dark hair to match. What kept him from being classically handsome for a human male was the thick scar slashed across his face.
She knew that face. Knew that man. Everyone on Jakku did.
The man before her was the scoundrel and smuggler known as Kylo Ren. Legend said he wore black to hide the stains of his victim’s blood. Some said he made money trafficking slaves offworld.
Kira stepped back quickly and heard his snort of derision.
“I suspect you’ve heard some tales of what kind of monster I am.”
“Maybe I have.”
He shook his head and sat on a crate before gesturing for her to do the same. “Surely you wouldn’t rather take your chances out there in the storm, would you?”
She stepped a bit closer to the light, her arms wrapped snuggly around her waist. “That depends on what you require for me to stay.”
He bent forward, staring at her face in the dim light. A look of confusion, then recognition raced across his expressive face. He really should consider a mask to keep up the menacing rumors.
“Reyna? No… it can’t be.”
“Who’s Reyna?”
The smuggler across from her shook his head. “I must be seeing things… you just… you look just like her, you know.”
“Like who?” Kira asked.
“You don’t know?”
She shook her head, frowning.
He laughed. “You’re the spitting image of the most wanted woman in the galaxy.”

(excerpt from THE LOST PRINCESS, coming soon for @reylo-book-of-sins)


Felicity “Can’t Keep Her Chill About Oliver’s Proposal” Smoak :)


-What was troubling her?
-Her husband was a powerful anchor in her life. After his death, I think she felt adrift, vulnerable.

Truth in the Lies | Stiles

Allison breathed in the dust ridden musk of the school’s library. In the wake of the technological era, it seemed these shelves saw little attention beyond the ceremonial carvings or haphazard bodies being thrusted into them. Libraries took on different meanings for the students who sought shelter from one plague to the next. Some found it the best place to hide from their work, others a place to surrounds themselves in something greater than themselves. Knowledge. It truly was the only thing that could set you free; or it could condemn you to the shackles of the world’s more damning nightmares.

With a labored sigh, Allison scanned the crowd for the only person she’d been trailing that day. Stiles Stilinski. The wiry young man hung onto answers she’d desperately wanted to begin to piece together. 


anonymous asked: 17 & 24 please? Angsty is always good

24) things you said with clenched fists

“Stay away from her.”

His knuckles are bloody black-and-blue from the violence they’d rained down upon the man who dared touch her like she was his. The man who touched her as if she’d asked him to, as if she’d wanted it. The man who’d spun his webs around her until she was trapped and forced to play into greedy hands unworthy of her.

Blood trickles from the man’s mouth in a chuckle that could chill bones.

“Tully girls always did love their heroes,” he bites through a sneer, and wipes the red from his chin.

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Tension lay thick in the air; the room was muttering in anticipation, as the convicted death eater appeared on the floor, tucked away in a cage like contraption that promised to skewer him at any wrong move. As the trial began, Polaris’ hand snaked around his husband’s giving it a little reassuring squeeze. Nothing was going to happen; Barty Crouch Sr. was the judge. He wouldn’t let anything happen to his son, would he?

The moment Po knew that he knew something was wrong was the moment Karkaroff made direct eye contact with the man sitting beside him. 

              – “Me!”

Before he knew what he was saying, Polaris Black had shot to his feet, peeling back his sleeve to reveal the dark mark his mother had forced him to dawn before she’d died.

         – “The man you want, the man Karkaroff speaks of is me. My name is Polaris Black, and I helped my brother Sirius Black murder the Potters.”


Hahahahahahahah Root busting in on every operation to tell people that THAT MAN IS NOT [whatever undercover alias], HE’S THE ARCHITECT OF THE FUTURE

And Harold be like “please…root no…y u gotta blow my cover”


he’s the ARCHITECT

of the FUTURE

“root pls”


Regardless, he’d just given her three reasons why she’d never want to be with another man. It was tangled sheets and swallowed moans and hushed laughter as the headboard knocked the wall to a rhythm that must have reminded the people next door what it was like to be young and in love.
—  Vermont (A post Sugar on the Asphalt drabble) by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)