she's so perfect i wanna cry

anonymous asked:

do u have any new fluff/smut (or any fics with a happy ending) zk fic recs?

hi!!! I’m so sorry for replying late but in any case THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE BOI DO I EVER


1.) The Stalking Zuko Series by emletish

thoughts: My absolute favorite fluffy fic in this fandom. It’s written in an unconventional albeit REAAAALLY astounding style (read: First POV Katara writing in a journal hooo boy). Features drunk!Zuko, ticklish!Zuko, and overall #1FuckingDorkinTheWorld!Zuko, but also angsty!Zuko and dumbshit!Zuko who just wants to set everything on fire bc he’s a dumbshit sometimes tbh. You will laugh and cry and laugh and laugh and cry over and over again and I just cannot recommend this fic enough please go read it now edhsujsa.

Accompanying Oneshots if you’re up to it (you will be trust me):

  • the collected lists of zuko - a comprehensive list of things that annoy Katara and why Katara is the most impossible girl in the history of ever (which is why you love her Zuko. we all know. WE ALL. KNOW.), according to our favorite fire lord 
  • the crooked thing - they’re trying to keep this thing they have a secret; a.k.a. in which things are perfectly imperfect.
  • snuggling dysfunctional cats - all of this shit from Toph’s POV brb im fucking screaming .

2.) i didn’t know i was lonely (’til I saw your face) by raisindeatre

thoughts: Listen. LISTEN. @raisindeatre​ / Atia is an absolute GODDESS. Her writing style is one of the best I’ve seen in this fandom, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. She just blows my mind on a regular tbh. This fic is genius and stunningly weaves canon into a modern AU, and one that actually works (and there’s very few of those imho). Slow burn but worth it. Every word of this is golden (also please read all of raisindeatre’s work, she’s amazing I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH).

3.) Bones by sadladybug

thoughts: Zuko and Katara on the night of their wedding. I absolutely love it when authors weave in Fire Nation/Water Tribe/any kind of avatar lore into their stories (it amazes me moreso when it comes sTRAIGHT FROM THE AUTHOR’S OWN RESEARCH AND IMAGINATION) and I’m overall just a sucker for this kinda shit. This fic also achieves the perfect balance of smut and fluff, and is written so beautifully it just makes me wanna cry go read it pls. 

4.) Scars by Em Dixon

thoughts: “Katara is the only one with scar-touching privileges. Very quick read but beautiful all throughout. 

5. What Little She Can Do by chromeknickers


this is from chromeknickers’ collection of drabbles and ficlets (they’re very short, but they’re so well-written and they make me want to cry tbh). Not all of the entries are fluffy, so I’ve listed the ones that are!

From the same author’s Through the Looking Glass Series:

Special Mention:
swing and a miss by stellatiate, for beanaroony

Currently in the middle of reading this AND I CANNOT STOP FLAILING. It has some angst in it but the in-between fluff is where it’s at, fam. The writing style is very unique and i’ve never read anythign quite like it. It’s genius. Thank you so much to @babyfairybaekhyun for reccing this iufdhsuijhn

i havent been active in the fandom very much so this has been such a nice refresher! Plus i’m an absolute sucker for fluff. Anyhow, I miss you guys lots, so please accept this as a sort of gift from the bottom of this MIA zutarian’s heart. Enjoy and feel free to add more!!!


Malec being parents...

Max is from the books, and Madzie is from the TV show, in an AU I combined both.

Magnus woke up to an empty bed. He got scared for a second, it was like three in the morning, and he was sure Alec went to bed with him. He got out quickly and put on a robe. God, his son and daughter were just in the other rooms. Alec and Magnus got Madzie six months ago, after finally being able to rescue her; a year after they became an oficial couple; and Max? Max was left at the entrance of the institute two months ago, and with some persuasion, Alec finally accept to adopt him too. Madzie was 7, Max was 1; but maybe Alec finally realized it was too much for him. That being the father of a kid (warlock kid) wasn’t that bad, but of 2? And abobe that, one of them being a crying, sweet baby? Magnus felt a pang in his chest. He loved Alec, and the idea of having a family with him, made him the happiest person alive, but maybe Alec didn’t felt that way.

He checked Madzie’s room first, she was sleeping peacefully on her bed, little harmless shots of pink magic coming out of her little fingers. Magnus smiled and fixed the blanked on his daughter’s body, then closed the door and silently went to Max’s room. He frowned when he saw the door slightly open. But the moment he reached his son’s room, he froze dead on the door.

Alec was there, his beautiful lover, with dark circles on his eyes that were dimly illuminated by dark blue sparks of magic. He looked completely tired but at the same time in complete peace; so happy that Magnus felt his heart racing. Max was in his arms, his eyes wide and cristal with a trace of tears that indicated he’d been crying. But he wasn’t anymore, he was looking with complete adoration at his father, one small blue hand wrapped around a big finger. Alec was singing, a lullaby, he wasn’t a good singer but in the soft whisper he was chanting, it sounded beautiful. The song was a mixture of latin and old english, Magnus got some parts of the lyrics, things about protection, love, and a baby becoming his parent’s pride. It was so pure and beautiful that it left Magnus breathless.

He realized it was his son’s reaction too. Because he had stoped crying and was paying full attention to the song, he was looking straight into his father’s eyes, as if he could read his pure soul while listening; also he had a trace of a soft smile in his lips, Magnus wanted to kiss him. Actually he wanted to cry out of happiness, then kiss his son, and then his boyfriend. Alec’s look over Max, his warlock son, made any doubt Magnus had before disappear. He was looking at him with the same pure adoration, smiling at his son’s reaction over the song; moving his finger softly to keep Max’s concentration on him, Magnus was overwhelmed and mesmerized.

Alec finish the song and started speaking, “I see you liked the song, honey,” he whispered. “You see? There is no need to cry and wake up papa. Your daddy is here with you and you know I love you and protect you, baby.” Max pouted beautifully at the words and hugged his father, resting his little blue face and dark blue hair in his shoulder. Alec smiled and kissed his son in the head; Magnus melted.

“I love you, and you’ll be fine… By the Angel!” He exclaimed over a louder whisper when he turned around and saw Magnus. “Magnus, how long have you been there?” When Max felt the change in his daddy’s body he looked up, towards his father; and the warlock took a deep breath.

“Long enough. You weren’t in bed and I wanted to check the kids”, he was surprised of how wrecked his voice sounded. Alec crossed the room in long fast steps, with a deep frown.

“Babe, are you crying?” And with that Magnus realized why his voice was like that. Alec made him cry. His sweet boyfriend put a hand on his cheek, removing a tear gently. Max was curious so he poked with a tiny finger the other tear. Magnus smiled and kissed his son’s hand.

“I guess I am. But don’t worry sweetheart, they are touched tears because of the scene I just saw.” Alec blushed but smile too, kissing his son again.

“I heard him crying and I din’t want him to wake you or Madzie up, so I remember a lullaby that mom used to sing to me to make me stop crying; and well, Max liked it more than I used to when I was young.” Magnus smiled and kissed Alec softly.

“Clearly. I think it’s because you sing better than your mom.” Alec laughed softly and started kissing Magnus again. They kissed until they felt a small finger pocking at their entwined lips. They pulled away to see Max looking at them with a curiosity frown; Alec blushed but Magnus giggled, kissing his son’s head, and then his cheek.

“Maybe it’ll be better if we sleep with him”, Magnus suggested. Alec nodded and pecked his son.

“Magnus”, he called. “I know the song is pretty, and all, but not to the point of making people cry.” He pointed out. Magnus smiled again.

“It wasn’t only the song, it was you and… And the way you two were looking at each other. I never in my life would’ve imagine a Shadowhunter loving a downwolder so unconditionally, and you, Alec, you love three. I’m lucky to be one of them, and my children are the other two. I’ve dreamed of having a family for a while know, and you know that the downwolders that I take under my care are like my kids. But now I really have two of my own, and you, a Shadowhunter, the love of my life, is the father of those kids. I was just so happy to have you.” Magnus’ voice became lower with each word, but Alec heard him perfectly; he melted, his eyes where looking at Magnus with so much love, he felt like he was going to combust.

“I love you, Magnus,” he finally whisper. “I love you, and I could never asked for someone better to be the father of my children too. And I love our sons, doesn’t matter what they are. One they they’ll be just as amazing as you, and I’m going to be more than very proud of them.” Magnus smiled and kissed Alec again until Max pocked at their lips again.

“I love you too,” Magnus answered resting his forehead agains Alec’s.

“Papa, what’s going on?” A sleepy voice came from the door. When they pulled completely away, they saw Madzie, rubbing an eye with an sleepy pout. Magnus knelt to be at her height.

“Did we wake you up, my sweet dolphin?” He asked caressing her hair. Magnus called her that because Madzie liked dolphins and since she had gills, he thought that, just as blueberry was accurate for his blue skinned son, sweet or little dolphin was perfect for his daughter. Madzie shooked her head.

“I just woke, and then I heard daddy’s whisper so I came.”

“We are going to take your brother to sleep with us, he was crying a lot,” Alec told her while Max was pulling at his hair in a playful manner. “Wanna come, darling?” He asked. Madzie smile, a sweet inocente smile that could light a room; and then nodded.

“Ok, let’s go”, Magnus said taking her in his arms as they walked out of the room. When they where all settled in the bed, Max was already falling asleep. Alec told the three members of his family how much he loved them, with a kiss for each of them. Magnus did the same and then Madzie in a lazy voice said:

“I love you too daddy and papa. Thank you for saving me and Max.” That made the two fathers melt before going to sleep with a smile on their faces.

I used the new fan art by @allarica, I love it and I couldn’t help but think of my fic. And the other one by @noksindra​. I didn’t ask them, so dear artists, if you want me to remove your work, please just tell me.

rings of fire || stiles stilinski

word count: 4876

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst

request: hiiii i’m such a big fan you’re such an inspiration to me! could i get a request where the reader and stiles are married and have a son and stiles doesn’t really help her and is constantly helping the pack and at work and what not and shows her and her son no attention? the reader confronts him one night when he comes home late and finds out he was cheating, so she leaves and sleeps at lydia’s so then stiles goes and tries to win her and his son back? sorry i it’s complicating i love you so much

author’s note: happy easter (to those who celebrate)! i hope you guys all like this, thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me with a couple things! 


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Being a parent wasn’t easy in any sense of the word.

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Tana Mongeau Who?

A/N: I feel like no one is going to read this because of the title but I can assure you this story has nothing to do with Tana. This is also very short and I may make a part two but I don’t know I just needed this up buy today so that I at least have one imagine up a week so I’m trying my best. I hope you enjoy.

word count: 1,649

“I miss yeh so fooken much love.” Harry sighed on his end of the line. “I know H, I miss you too. I wish there was a way I could come with you.” Y/N and Harry had been separated for about two months now, they both missed each other dearly since this is their first time apart since their relationship started. Harry and his lover missed each other deeply. “There is a way yeh can come love, yeh just don’t want ta do it.” Y/N could hear the smirk in his tone.

“Harry, I’m not talking to you about this right now” Everytime Harry and Y/N talked while he was this tour, it was the same ridiculous topic they find themselves getting sucked into. “Love, please jus’ quit your job. It would benefit the both of us, you know this.” There it was, ever since they moved in together Harry tried to convince her to quit her job. “Love jus’ let meh take care of yeh. We both know I have more than enough money for us ta live off of for years. Perfect lil housewife you’d be.”

Letting someone as sweet and caring as Harry take care of them would be a dream. Hell, Y/N would have taken the offer the first time he asked but Y/N had the job of her dreams. Y/N wanted to be a veterinarian since she found out that precious dogs and cats got hurt. Now most kids changed their dream occupation everyday, but not Y/N, people would always her, ”What do you want to be when you grow up” and her answer never changed in the slightest. “A veterinarian.” , well the best she could pronounce it in those first few years the question was asked.

“Harry, I don’t care about being a housewife or whatever benefits that comes with me quitting, this is my dream job H. How many people can say they work where they’ve dreamed of since their childhood?” Harry’s end of the line went quiet, Y/N could hear him opening and closing his mouth. “So. So you don’t care about our relationship or me?” that comment shot deep into Y/N’s heart, how could he ever think that she didn’t care about him or their relationship. After begging all of her friends and her parents to see Harry as someone she loved not some womanizer that took advantage of girls like her.

“Harry, where the hell are you getting that from? Those words never left my mouth.” Harry let out a humorless chuckle, “Tell meh love, did the words “I don’t care about whateva benefits come wif quitting my job” come from your mouth or no? It may not be exact but it gets the same point across.” Y/N sighed “Yes, Harry bu-”

“So the benefits o’ you quitting are coming on tour wif meh so our relationship won’t be strained over long distance bull. Yeh said yeh didn’t care so you don’t care about us. Simple as that.” It seemed like Harry was putting words into her mouth but if the shoe was on her foot, she would probably accuse him of the same. “Harry, I want you to know that I care about us and I care about you. I admit I shouldn’t have said what I said. But how fair is it that I quit my dream job while you keep yours then I just proceed to cling to you being useless?”

“Yeh wouldn’t be useless.”

“Harry don’t lie to me. Remember when I joined you on your last tour? You were always working, then when I finally got you to myself you were sleepy and barely interacted with me. Harry, I was bored all the time it was terrible I felt useless, every day I was stuck in the bus or in a hotel because we were in a new city that I didn’t know shit about. The point of me going with you was to be with you so we don’t miss each other but you might as have been thousands of miles away at all times Harry!” After her rant, Y/N was in tears to the point of her shaking out of control.

Harry’s heart broke at the thought of what he did to his girl. He didn’t know what to say he also couldn’t imagine how damaging that could have been to her. “Sweetheart, why didn’t yeh tell meh this? Why’d you do this ta yourself?” Harry himself started to cry. “Why would I H, you were always happy, you were living your dreams so how selfish of me to ruin it by bitching and moaning because you didn’t pay attention to me?”

“That wouldn’t ‘ave been selfish, tha would ’ave been yeh expressing how yeh feel. Tha’s what you do in a relationship.” Y/N couldn’t do this anymore the arguing and crying wasn’t getting them anywhere. “Harry, it’s getting late, can we just talk about this another time? I have to be at work earlier than usual tomorrow.”

“So yeh aren’t quitting?”

“Harry” Y/N sighed, she couldn’t believe him. After telling Harry how she felt she thought he’d understand her reasoning for not jumping on the idea of quitting, but he didn’t understand her at all. “Can we just talk tomorrow? I can’t do this right now.” They ended the conversation shortly afterwards. Y/N had a headache from crying and she was beyond tired.

Harry felt defeated. He didn’t mean to seem like an asshole and disregard her feelings but he called her with the goal of persuading her the come with him. It never crossed his mind that she felt miserable when they toured before. Unfortunately Harry only thought about himself this time and he’s not sure if she’d ever shake that bad memory. After that emotional day, Harry nor Y/N called each other for a week.

They both suffered outside of their relationship as well. Y/N couldn’t focus at all, she mixed up animal names, different pet food, ruined appointments, and unfortunately poked Chichi the Chihuahua in the eye. Harry wasn’t doing so hot either, every little thing reminded him of Y/N whether it be city lights, little toys or trinkets he saw in shop windows, fans asking about her, the paintings in hotel room, or food he ate at different restaurants. He couldn’t focus at shows or on interviews. Both Y/N and Harry wait for the other to call but it never happened.

Harry laid in his hotel room, watching reruns of Family Guy, when his phone rang. Harry answered the phone before looking at the caller ID. “Hel-”

Y/N sobbed her heart out, “I’ll quit my job, I just want be with you. Even if I get bored I’ll start a Youtube channel and do storytimes and have the whole Youtube community like ‘Tana Mongeau who?’ she would be so fucking shook you have no idea I don’t care what it takes I just want to be with you.” Harry didn’t know want to do, of course he was happy but that fact she was crying harder than he could ever imagine, had him concerned and in pain.
“Button, that’s amazing. FaceTime me so I can see that beautiful face of yours.”

Y/N sniffed “Okay.”

Seconds after, Harry answered the FaceTime request. Y/N’s red eyes were filled with tears that ran all down her face.”Wha’s wrong? Why ‘er yeh crying on meh pretty girl?” Y/N used her sweater sleeves to wipe her face, “This week was hell H, I missed you so much and I could barely function. Baby, I was so frustrated all week because I was waiting for you to call every night but you never did so I assumed you hated me.”

“No no no pretty girl, I could never hate you. You know I love yeh with all my heart no questions asked.” Y/N’s crying slowed down. “I love you too H, oh god I love you baby. I called in a few hours ago to quit I’m packing up my stuff now. Jus’ wanted to call and see if you’d let me join you.” Harry couldn’t believe his ears, not only did she quit her dream job to be with him, which he was extremely grateful for, but she had the nerve to ask if she could join, like he would ever tell her ”no”.
“Pretty girl yeh know yeh don’t have to ask. I’ll take yeh anywhere and everywhere no matter wha. I’ll call a driver ta come get ya then we get an airplane ticket for my next show location, with luck you’d get there two hours after us. How does that sound pretty girl?” Y/N let go of the breath she had been holding in.

“That sounds perfect baby. I just wanna be in your arms again.” small tears left her eyes. Harry’s eyebrows came together in confusion “Wha’s that crying for? This time tomorrow you’ll be right here layin’ with me watchin’ South Park I know you like tha’ show.” Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears. “No, you’ve got it wrong. These are happy tears, I’m just so happy to see you and feel you again, that sounded weird I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckled “It’s not weird love, I understand yeh. I just finished booking everything go to the printer and get your pass, pack everything you need and make sure the house is in shape before yeh leave. The driver should be there in six minutes, call me when you arrive at the airport. I love you so much my pretty girl.” Y/N blew a kiss at the screen “I love you too handsome, I’ll be there before you can say ‘cupcakes’.”


anonymous asked:

OMG did you watch the Today Show performane? Everything was so perfect. a young girl so bold enough to make a political statement out of her solo performance. She sent the really strong message I wanna cry and I'm not even a dreamer. Then her other songs was connected intimately with fans. I was like who the fuck came up with this concept? bc it's so meaningful and humane. Performing how she loves fans and how they love her is such a clever choice of creativity.

Using her platform to make an international campaign is the most beautiful thing. She really is so so precious 

All We Got
Chance the Rapper feat. Kanye West
All We Got

Tryna turn my baby mama into my fiancée 
She like music, she from Houston like auntie Yoncé
Man my daughter couldn’t have a better mother
If she ever find another, he better love her
Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it
If I die I’d prolly cry at my own service

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Fecki n g hell, I'm not obsessed with this freaking AU where Tony-loving-Howard comes to the future. Especially because of that Tony-turning-into-child thing. It's amazing how fluffy it is and I am all. OVER. THAT. And also Bucky feeling miserable over that is... just... I did not expect that heartbreak at the end of such an adorable short man. Gahd! Ugh... I just love how... adoring Howard is... god, I imagine this Howard to sound a lot like Maes Hughes....

I MADE AN AU IN AN AU. AU-CEPTION. (Jesus Christ imagine AU Howard and Maes Hughes in a room, gushing about their children, wallets out and both of them have ridiculous amounts of pictures of them.)


Howard brings Tony back down to the kitchen. He takes a moment to feel heart broken about how obvious it is that Tony’s only recently moved back into the room of his childhood–because there are more clothes from his childhood there than suits.

Natasha sees the dress Tony’s wearing, white with red polka dots, and manages a small smile. “That’s a pretty dress, Tony. You look very nice.”

Tony hides behind Howard’s legs shyly. “Thank you. My friend Jan made it for me.”

“It’s very becoming. The red makes your eyes pop.”

“That’s what Jan said!” Tony exclaims, leaning around Howard to beam up at her, shyness apparently forgotten.

Natasha has to bite back a dopey grin. “Jan has excellent taste. Do you want some milk tea?”

Tony clambers into a seat with no grace whatsoever, not even flinching when Howard rushes to tuck his skirt back down properly. “Sounds gross!” he says cheerfully. “I’ll try it. Are you one of Daddy’s friends? ‘cause you were with Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?”

“…Yes,” she decides, because honestly what else can she say. “But I like to think I’m your friend, too.”

Tony beams at her as he accepts the mug she hands him. “You wanna be friends with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be your friend?” Natasha asks, honestly curious. “You’re smart, funny, adorable. Sometimes we race when we’re wolves. You even let me win sometimes to make me feel better.”

“I win?!” Tony exclaims excitedly.

Natasha ruffles his hair. “All the time.”

Howard has no idea if she’s lying out of her ass or not but he puffs his chest out proudly anyway. “Of course he does! He’s perfect.”

Natasha turns back to the stove quickly so they can’t see her crying with the effort of holding in her laughter because Jesus Christ. These Starks.

Tony takes a sip of the milk tea. “This is really weird!” he decides. He thinks about it for a few seconds. “…But a good weird.” He slurps up more. It’s weird but not bad, and it warms him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to tell Daddy, but he’d been shivery cold ever since the monsters attacked.

Howard pats him on the back. “I’m glad. But remember, you’re supposed to keep your skirt down. We’ve been over this. Some people would be offended.”

Tony huffs, rolling his eyes. “Daddy,” he says primly. “Natasha was the one that got me proper clothes. She’s already seen me naked.” He pauses. “…I wonder why I was a wolf when those monsters attacked.”

Howard gapes at him speechlessly.

Natasha wheezes and covers her mouth with her fist. God, she was gonna pee herself at this rate.

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OH MY GOD HIEU. hfdlgkjdhsd. okay. this is gonna take a while! hahaha.

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anonymous asked:

What did you think of Camila's Jimmy Fallon performance? And her singing those summer songs?

The whole thing was a fucking miracle! She slayed my fucking life with both performances - CITC was perfect, her voice was perfect, those fucking ad-libs killed me, and the staging to me was also perfect because it’s just her and her fucking talent and it’s enough to blow everyone’s fucking mind! And her vocals were so on point for the summer songs I wanna cry

New ref for horse mom~ 

Been desperately wanting a new cutie mark and I’m beside myself over this one made by @sirenibe ?? It’s seriously so perfect for me I actually wanna cry every time I see it pffbt, I tweaked my ponysona’s design to match it a little more and to reflect my shift towards liking purple a lot while still making her look like me so she doesn’t become her own oc pffbt

cake (jane/kurt fanfic + #bspromptchallenge BONUS)

series: what i never knew i always wanted

A/N: Will be going on another little break from the @blindspothiatusproject challenge (this one a little longer than the last) but I leave you with a bonus fic! I originally wrote this for day 7 (love) of the challenge but ended up going with some angst instead. Very long and fluffy ridiculousness ahead. You have been warned.



Jane was sitting on the blanket she’d laid out on the dock, her hand resting on Sam’s back as he slowly flipped through a cardboard baby book with his chubby hands.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the top of his head, moving her hand to his chest as he gurgled happily.

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Based on Kelly Clarkson’s song “Already gone”

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they’re haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

Mint to be.

The first thing April thought about after she’d come home all those years ago, freshly married to her then husband, Jackson, was how she would have loved to have those mints at her wedding. They were corny, admittedly, but she always had a soft spot for sappy romantics.

It’s almost funny to her now. Mints. She could have had a bag full and it still would’ve led her here, standing in front of her bed, packing a suitcase, ready to leave. She looks around the room she’s come to known, in the house she was slowly starting to call home. Jackson hadn’t wanted to her to move out… well, he hadn’t back then. He’d insisted she stay here with Harriet. It was stupid to believe it would have led to anything more. What an idiot shed’d been… on more occasion than one.

She packs in the photo she kept of the three of them, on a small picnic to the park once with Harriet. They looked happy, they looked like a family. Pictures tell a thousand words, and all of them are lies. She tried to hold on for Harriet, hoped that she’d give her the family she deserves, but she can’t control that. She looks at her daughter through the baby monitor sleeping peacefully and mouthes a sorry she can’t see nor hear, nor even begin to understand either way.

Even without fists held high, yeah

Never would have worked out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die

She tried. My God did she try. She would have no regrets. She told him when they had what had felt like the first honest conversation of their lifetime that Montana meant something to her. It meant love, it meant hope, it meant a future. She told him that, and he… he told her nothing. Well, there’s her answer. Nothing. It meant… nothing.

She packs in clothe after clothe, and systematically goes through all her belongings. She doesn’t want to overstay her welcome anymore. Jackson was moving on, and he couldn’t do that when he has his ex wife living with him. This house, these things don’t belong to her anymore. She is no longer Mrs Jackson Avery, she hasn’t been for a long time, and although she believed differently, she may very well never be.  

Someone new will move into this house, someone new will be his wife, someone new will love the man she loves and he… he’ll love the someone new. Her. Her. She can’t say it. Not yet.

Someone new will have her forever.

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@diidiidoodles Drew me this ADORABLE Reference sheet for Rachel as part of an art trade we did and I honestly wanna cry,I’ve needed a reference sheet for this kid for months and she’s perfect,I love the style she was drawn in,too!

Thank you so much!! QvQ

Adorable art © @diidiidoodles

Rachel © Myself

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler © Yana Toboso

So I’m done with episode 3 of Anne now too, and I’m keep falling in love with this show. 

I will start with Marilla and Rachel Lynde, because damn this two actually gave me feels. The way their friendship was portrayed, the way they are actually “ride or die” for each other. And when they were fighting and Anne just came in and tell them that she’s so jealous of their friendship, that they are best friends and kindred spirits since school, so they just smiled at each other and and the fight was alredy forgoten - awww, they are so cute.

Now let’s talk about Gilbert, because damn I was waiting for Gilbert and I’m so not dissapointed. More then that - this Gilbert is so unfair, he’s so perfect I wanna cry. Again shout out to the actor, who pays him. All of these kids are so talanted.

So I don’t even actually know where to begin with this, but the way they did this episode story and entangled Anne and Gilbert’s story into it was brilliant. Again this show keeps adding depth to the story I knew and loved before and makes it even more understandable. For example, I always thought, that when Anne smashed  that slate into Gilbert’s head, she was kind of overreacting, but here they played it so well. They showed it to just be the last straw in her horrible last few days. She didn’t fit in, she had worse clothes that other girls, everyone was mocking her for being an orphan, there were so many stupid rules everyone was expecting her to follow, she was in trouble for that Prissy situation, she was even threatened (that scene with Billy in the forest was really scary) and still was trying to keep it all to herself (and damn if that didn’t hit home with me, I know how it feels to be bullied in school and trying to play it cool, my hear broke for Anne when she took the flowers of her hat in an attempt to become ‘normal’, in an attempt not to draw attention). So the Gilbert situation and her break down in the end with “i’m never coming back to school” is so much more understandable here that it was in the book. Great delivery, show. 

Also can we talk about Gilbert’s reaction when Anne literally broke the slate over his head?

‘I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.’

Yeah, boy, we get it. Control your heart eyes, they’re showing. (he’s so adorable)

Okay, this is alredy getting too long but a few more point:

- I don’t talk about it much, but the way they handling all Anne’s abusive past and all the horrors she has been through and how it all affected her is really satisfying.

- cudos for Marilla for dragging that fake - feminists down, although my hear broke for her too. She was so happy to join them, to have help of other young mothers and then they turned on her like that. Marilla is the best, let me hug her.

- i like Jerry and i feel like in the future (if we get more seasons) he can be a romantic prospect for Anne and a rivalry for Gilbert. So far I just really enjoy their bickering with Anne. And I’d pick Jerry over Roy Gardner any day, so if we could avoid the last one I’d be really glad.

So far I gueed that’s it, off to watch the next one.

If You Ever Wanna Be In Love
(Gif not mine)

Song inspired one shot “If You Ever Wanna Be In Love” by James Bay :

Lyrics are marked by “**” at beginning and end.

Dean’s POV 

I knew she’d recognize the rumble of baby’s engine. The glare from my sleek black beauty. I pulled into her auto shop 5 years after my last stop into town. I never really saw her after Bobby passed away. Some wounds just never really heal no matter how much time passes. I asked to pay her for her by services taking her out to dinner, but she countered the offer for drinks and pizza back at her place. Who would I  be to decline such an offer?

The conversation flowed as if I had never left. Reminiscing on the good times, running through the bad.

**Saw you today after so much time
Felt just like it used to be
Talking for hours ‘bout a different life
Surrounded us in memories
We were close never close enough
Where are we now
‘Cause if it’s torn we can stitch it up
Don’t rule it out
Oh no no

I’ll come around
If you ever want to be in love
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
If you ever want to be in love
I’ll come around**

I’ve had my share of loves,  but y/n was THE ONE. She knew of the life, grew up in it just like me and Sam. Her dad would leave her with Bobby just as much as we were, if not more. She actually lived with Bobby through high school. Her dad wanted her to at least finish high school. I got around and would be popular, but she got along with EVERYONE. Everyone loved her. All the guys wanted to be with her and all the girls wanted to be her. But she was never the cliche popular girl that was really a total bitch, she was popular because she actually genuinely cared for everyone. She didn’t care who you were, you didn’t get away with treating others like crap. We laughed over the memory of her tackling the quarter back of the varsity team when he was being a prick to some other younger student. And the time he decided to try to get hands with her at a party. I was ready to make him pay, but she beat me to the punch…literally.

I never told her how I felt. I never felt it would be fair between me leaving all the time and never being sure if I’d come back. As we got older we’d hook up on occasion, but that was the extent. She dated here and there, but never settled for her ONE. Said he got away a long time ago. I feel sorry for the stupid bastard that walked away from her. But I’d be more than willing to try to fill that space given the chance.

**Wanted to ask if we could have been
But my tongue wouldn’t break the seal
You always had something effortless
At school you were the biggest deal
Little quirks close and open up
Time is slipping by
I’m always thinking ‘bout the two of us
Replay on my mind
Always playing on my mind

I’ll come around
If you ever want to be in love
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
If you ever want to be in love
I’ll come around**

She decided she wanted to go for a late night walk around the lake behind her house. We brought a bottle of whiskey along with us. We had been walking for a few minutes in silence lightly knocking into each other at our hips fingers brushing against each other. The calmness was disrupted when she let out a long winded sigh.

“Why did you just leave me? I was hurting too and as if I wasn’t dying enough from losing my 2nd father you just…left…I…”

I felt my heart break. I was at a loss for words. I never really thought about it like that. She was dating some other man at the time, I figured he’d be the one to pick up her pieces while I worked on myself. My thoughts were interrupted by her continuing.

“Then you come waltzing back into town and act as if you never just up and left. I’ve heard from Sam here and there thankfully, but you…you just left and never looked back… I’ve been afraid to let anyone in ever since…”

I pulled her into me before she got a chance to say anything else. No space was left between us as I held her body against mine, kissing the top of her head as I whispered my apologies. I held her as she cried and once it was over, I walked us back to her house.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I never thought…. I never wanted to hurt you. I was hurting too and you had what’s his name. I figured me and my pain would be too much for you. I knew you would focus on me and not yourself and I would focus on you and not myself and how would we heal?”

“Together…like we always used to…” She returned to drinking more of the bottle that was now almost half empty from the two of us. She handed the bottle back to me as she started to tell her favorite memory of Bobby. 

I took long swig letting it burn into my system before revealing mine. We continued this 'til the bottle was empty and we laid together in the bed. 

She looked so beautiful, even with puffy eyes and cheeks from crying. I pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as I cupped her face. 

“I love you y/n. And it’s not the whiskey talking. I always have and I always will… I know I’m not perfect and that you’ve been hurt and that I’ve been one of those to cause you pain…you don’t have to say anything, just know that if you ever feel the same and wanna give a life with me a shot, I’ll come around.”

She stayed quiet as she studied my face. She said nothing and only nuzzled herself into my chest. I don’t know what kind of answer that was. It wasn’t  a yes, but wasn’t a no? 

I woke up to find myself on the floor somehow while she was fast asleep on her bed. She looked so peaceful as she was wrapped around the pillow I had been laying on previously. It was a sight I could get used to. I left a quick note telling her again that I was serious about what I said about loving her and to call me if she was willing to give us a shot with my number at the bottom.

I placed a quick kiss to the top of her forehead as I made my way out.

**We were, young we were side by side
Don’t know when we started losing touch
If you want we could walk around
Maybe that would be enough
Used to talk drinking to the night
I would wake up on the front room floor
All along you’d be in my bed
Make me crazy make me want you more

I’ll come around
If you ever want to be in love
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
I’ll come around
If you ever want to be in love
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
If you ever want to be in love
I’ll come around**

I got a text alert not long after I left. Upon reading “I’m willing”, I turned right back around.