i’d appreciate it if people could stop calling pyrrha friendzoned bc that boy was 100% fucking in love with her kthxbye

You guys, I’m a lucky bitch. I’ve been nothing but a walking panic attack this whole week and my boyfriend, god bless his soul, is so damn patient and supportive.

An excerpt from One Day:

“Johnson, help me!” Jason said. “Please!”



“I can’t,” she said.

He wiped his eyes and asked, “What if it was your dad?”

There was a moment’s pause before she sighed and looked at the ground. When she looked back up, there was a spark in her eye. “Listen to me, Jason, other than breaking him out of prison, there’s nothing you can do.”

Jason sighed before realizing something. “Well, can we break him out of prison?”

“As an official government agent, I cannot authorize that,” she said. “Nor can I authorize you to enter the secret artillery located at the corner of Washington and 7th. I can’t give you the pass-code, 7324, nor can I tell you that the prison guards change shifts every night at midnight on the dot. I’m sorry, Jason. I want to help you but I can’t.”

Jason let out another sigh.

“All right,” he said in a small voice. “Thanks anyway, Johnson.”

“Jason,” said Richard, “no!”

Lee facepalmed.

The two seized him beneath the shoulders and dragged him away.

“Shock is one hell of a drug,” Richard muttered.


“Nothing; come on.”

I actually want to resurrect Ryder just so he and Lucius can have a battle over who is more proud of their child.

The Big October Week...

I think we all knew it would be James that died and as a huge Robron fan, I’m over the moon it wasn’t Aaron or Rob. I feel like this week bought them both closer together as well as the role switching with Aaron usually holding things back and Rob kidnapping teenage boys who mess with Aaron.

I also liked in friday’s episode the way James’ died. I know it was meant to be sad, but I think that I symbolised James finally being free from Emma. After a week of being stuck in her grasp, he finally managed to escape and he wasn’t going to listen to a word she said again, meaning that when she said don’t die James, he wouldn’t listen to her.



“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Davina said. Maybe with it in writing, she wouldn’t forget anything that he might need. She kind of laughed whenever he said ‘daylight rings’ and said, “Yeah, you weren’t being original, they really are called daylight rings. I’ve made one for my friend Josh recently.”  She watched him write the list of things and tell her about why he thought it was poetic. “I think you’re the one who’s poetic out of the two of us, but that’s kinda cool you think that about me.” She watched him as he looked around the room. She hadn’t had anyone up here and it was odd for her to see someone in the attic that she had made her safe haven from her mother. “Yeah, I’m really into vintage stuff.” Davina smiled whenever his face light up because of his realization that she had been playing the record he bought for her before she had left the attic last. “Yeah, I guess you could call me an artist.” Davina looked down at the ground whenever he looked at her most recent piece of art. “Yeah, you could call it a bad day. My mother got pissed off and did this to me,” she said, lifting her shirt a bit to show a little bit of a big bruise on her abdomen she had received from her mother. “Enough sad stuff, so tell me about you,” she said sitting on the bed after she put her shirt back down. 

The Ice Girl

The Ice Girl 
by Doc Luben 

it is so easy to be careless, he said. you never think.

she was so beautiful, he said. my finest.

she was five foot ten, just like my elizabeth. tall.

her skirt seemed to billow, like she was standing on a heat vent.
a heat vent, he laughed.

people could swear they saw the rose in her cheeks. but you could see right through. you could look right in her eyes and see the town gazebo through the back of her head. it was the clearest block of ice i’d ever gotten. i knew it had to be something special. that’s where we go wrong. wanting to make something special. it’s greedy.

the second block was murkier. more like crystal than ice. i had thought I would carve that one as santa claus. you know, for the kids. but once she was done, so pretty, i thought why not another woman, something difficult, delicate, a ballerina, since my fingers are being kind.

how was i to know they would fall in love?

i could see it right away.
in her eyes.
the one white spark,
like a trapped snowflake.  

no one else saw it. they said oh,
so much detail, oh, he’s outdone himself this year,
oh the eyes, look at the eyes, almost alive.
but i knew it.  it kept me from sleeping.
i saw them fall more in love every day.

when i did sleep i would dream of her,
stepping from side to side to try and get away from the heat vent,
but her skirts just kept billowing up
bigger and bigger
until they snapped like an umbrella
inside out
all the way up over her head
and when they came back down
there was no one inside,
and the whole dress just squished to the ground
soaking wet.

what else was i supposed to do?
its not as easy as you think it could be.
a man like me doesn’t have the kind of money,
and even if i did,  
even if someone could pick them up and move them,
what then? what if they let one slip,
right in front of the other?
it’s too horrible to think.
and where would they go?
you think some old fish warehouse
would let them just stand there,
taking up space that could be making money,
promise to keep them next to each other,
promise not to turn one to face the other way,
promise not to keep them in the dark for months.
come to that, better to just crack down a sledgehammer.
make things quick. i couldn’t do it.

but jackson had come back from the big war
with only one left leg and not so much as two dimes in his pocket,
and I carved him a solid right one from the old walnut tree,
even made him a spare,
and fixed it up every few years when it started to creak,
and he worked at Island X, the mexican restaurant,
and stayed there long enough to buy the place,
make it into a steak house,  
and they’ve got a meat freezer,
a restaurant freezer, the only kind of one
where the lights are always on,
and he always said he owed me a big one,
and I always said I’d never cash in on it,
but if now isn’t never I don’t know what is.

he can’t give me a whole half the damn box,
i understand.
but he said one shelf, the one at the back,
he swore he’d never touch it and
he’d ever ask me why.

I worked all through january, halfway through february.
could have done it faster but I didn’t want to take a chance,
didn’t want to hurt them.
Just a bit every day, buffing and chipping, nice and gentle,
making them smaller and smaller,
making sure every bit stayed just the same,
just smaller and smaller,
both at the same pace so they wouldn’t ever
feel like the other was slipping away,
no one should ever have to feel that,
no one should ever have to watch that,

and there they are,
on a dessert tray with a glass cover,
like they do for fancy cakes,
and I took out my ladder
and gathered up some snow from the top of the gazebo
cuz I figured that would be the whitest,
and I put in some trees I made
when it was too dark to work in the square,
made it as much like home as I could for them.

I wouldn’t take them in the truck,
walked them on the tray
the whole two miles from the square to Island X,
and set them down myself.
Put up some little wooden fence posts
and roped the shelf off with yarn.

I hope, I just hope, I did it all right.
I hope I did right.
I did the best I could by her.
I did the best I could.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I like this guy I met at work and he helped me get the job and every time he sees me he gives me a hug but the problem is that he's 4 years older than me (he has graduated already) but my mum was with me last time I saw him and he helped us with something and my mum said she would buy him a coffee to thank him and he said not to worry and that when I have a break we can get a coffee together so I'm pretty much going on a coffee date with him soon!! I hope my novel was interesting 😂

HAHA get it! make sure its legal and he’s not using u! but AYYYYYY im rooting for u 

I overheard an argument in the bookstore today.
  • I was looking at Neil Gaiman’s books and on the next shelf over were a bunch of Stephen King novels. A couple was arguing as they made their way towards where I was standing.
  • Girl:What do you mean you don’t like any books?
  • Guy:I’ve just never read anything any good, it’s all been crap.
  • Girl:Are you fucking kidding me, all books are crap? is that what you’re saying?
  • Guy:Yep, all of them. I hate all books ever written.
  • (now they’re standing next to me, in front of the Stephen King books)
  • Girl:Isn’t ‘It’ your favorite movie?
  • Guy:OMG YES, it’s the best movie I’ve...
  • Girl:*hits him in the face with a copy of it* IT WAS A FUCKING BOOK FIRST YOU DOUCHEBAG.
  • Me:*dies laughing*
  • why people think jk rowling considered killing ron off:he was the most useless of the trio and jo hated him and she wanted hermione to be with harry
  • why jk rowling actually considered killing ron off:she was at a really bad place in her life when she thought of it as an option because she knew that ron's death would have the most impact as he was extremely important and if anything was going to break harry beyond repair it would be him thinking that he led this best friend (aka the person who meant the most to him) to his death
About ships

Boy and Girl: *blush at each other*

People: it’s canon.

Two boys: *blush at each other, hug, think about each other all day, hold hands, stare at each other lovingly, dream about each other, share lots of intimate affectionate moments*

People: look at those bros! Such strong friendship!

People: *brush hands with friends of the same gender* no homo!