sobs i have a lot of feels

Ah some piece of shit vent art from a piece of shit. Where do I start?

Well to be honest, I feel like most of my friends are only there out of pity. I’m even pretty sure my own girlfriend is only here because she doesn’t want me to do anything drastic. Even though I am too much of a pussy to even cut myself (I am terrified of blood). I just honestly have hit a new low. I don’t wanna move, sleep, eat, or do anything. I just feel so useless to everyone around me. I don’t have anyone to talk to, since I don’t have a lot of friends, and I just have to keep everything bottled up until one night I sob it out into my pillow. My dad has been a huge asshole, as he has verbally abused me most of my life. He’s had 3 strokes so we usually got a disability check for him to help pay the bills cause he couldn’t work. My mom took on a second job so she could pay the bills and we barely made it along. Recently one of the doctors filled out one of his sheets incorrectly and hasn’t got a check. I try to help out as much as I can but don’t make much money from commissions and I can’t get a actual job because I help out my dad and brother with autism. My dad has been extra tough on me since I don’t get the best grades (around B’s and C’s), so at this point I have just broken down. Most people are probaly like “oOoOH thiS iS FOr AtTeNtionNN”, but don’t seem to even get the idea that I am human and enjoy talking about issues too, so don’t even bother if you think I’m just some kid on tumblr looking for attention, cause I don’t even care anymore.

justallthedalish  asked:

I just read your Momo post and while i generally agree about it she's not really a common body type. And I say that for one reason. Her boobs are way to big for someone that skinny and athletic. Woman that naturally thin and muscular generally won't have much because since the fat get burned off (also cause hers are disproportionately large) And even then to be able to do the large amounts of fighting she does she'd need a high impact sports bra. Add that and the costume is better and realistic

i think the problem here is that i used only anime screen shots, which hirokoshi did not draw himself, bc i was making more of an emotional point than one specifically about her body and outward appearance

in the wiki it says this about her power and use of fat cells

“Momo’s body breaks down fat at a molecular level, which will then be re-used as material for her to shape into objects with her Quirk.[2] Because of this, considerable ingestion of food is necessary for the Quirk to be effective. This means she would likely become extremely under weight if used too much.“

momo has the quirk equivalent of an extremely high metabolism

so she must keep eating and constantly keep up her weight to properly use her quirk, and to not accidentally become underweight through overuse of her quirk

now check out this manga panel straight from the hands of horikoshi

SHE IS THICK

SHE HAS BELLY ROLLS, THICK THIGHS, THICK ARMS

you can tell that in the original art her boobs actually look PERF for her body type.

still the biggest in the class but they look naturally big

not like outrageous anime big haha

even in the anime character refs her boobs look perf for her body imo

a lot of the problem comes in how they are animated but thats on the production company, not on horikoshi

im guessing changes were made simply bc it was cheaper/easier to animate this way

HERE’S SOME MORE MANGA PICS SO EVERYONE CAN SEE HOW PERF MOMO’S TATAS FIT HER BOD THO

and about her not having a sports bra

“Her hero costume consists of a simple red skin-tight outfit that exposes most of the center of her torso, arms and legs, with a large light gold belt so she can more freely use her Quirk.”

any more fabric would limit what her quirk can produce
and as my buddy @arr-jim-lad just pointed out to me this is probably a big reason as to why she did poorly during the tournament
she could only use what she could make from her arms since they were all required to wear their gym uniform so no one has an unfair advantage

omg also when i said it was a super common body type i didnt mean “athletic bod + big boobs”

i meant its super common for lots of teens to go from flat chested child to big boobed child so fast they have no idea what to do about it, and they can be completely unaware of the change for a while. according to her wiki she’s 15 so its not only possible but entirely probable her character is just unaware of how her hero costume looks beyond “this is the most functional outfit”

i mean if it were made only for sex appeal why would horikoshi put a book of references on the back

“The Yaoyorictionary: This equipment is made of lexicon compiling all the constructs and materials that comes to Momo’s mind. It also has magnets attached to the cover and inside pages so that it doesn’t open or fall.”

damn what a sexy book

its not mentioned much in the anime but if you look up these characters on their wiki it describes in great detail the purposes behind their costumes

its not at all just aesthetics, everything about their designs has a very unique function to greater utilize their quirks!!

((imo uraraka’s is especially interesting!! really you should check it out!!))

AND THIS IS WHY I APPRECIATE HORIKOSHI

NOTHING IS THERE FOR NOTHING

EVERYTHING HAS A GREATER MEANING AND PURPOSE AND ITS FANTASTIC 

yes he didnt have to make a teenager w large breasts w a quirk that used her skin.

but i love that he did

bc he found a way to do it and make it natural and completely unsexualized

despite what the angries on tumblr would have you believe, there is absolutely no instances of momo being sexualized over her body or outfit by anyone other than mineta, and even then most characters act like he doesnt exist (except the blessed frog and lovely jiro who usually beat him for it)

AND AS SOMEONE WHO WAS A TEEN W LARGE BOOBS WHO HAS RARELY SEEN THIS TYPE OF CHARACTER IN ANYTHING WITHOUT BEING HORRIBLY SEXUALIZED YOU BETTER BELIEVE I ADORE MOMO AND HER PRACTICALITY AND REALISTIC BEHAVIOR ♡♡♡

because all these sad Georgie posts are making me sad

think about how cute Georgie would have been growing up 

- he and his three best friends would have cute little sleep overs where they stay up too late and pretend to sleep whenever his parents would come check on them

- during said sleepovers, Georgie and his friends would no doubt try to bother his amazing big brother who would just roll his eyes at them, but secretly love their company

- Bill would try to scare them late at night when they would still be awake

- HIDE AND GO SEEK WITH THE WALKIE TALKIES

- Georgie and Bill always go to the fair and Bill wins Georgie stuffed animals and they share sweets and just spend the whole day together (Bill hangs out with his friends on another day at the fair, that day is just for him and Georgie)

- Georgie would LOVE Richie. Richie and his voices, Georgie was his biggest fan and Richie would always loudly proclaim that Georgie was his favorite Denbrough

- At school they have to do a hero project and Georgie does one on his brother and Bill most DEFINITELY does NOT tear up thank you very much

- When Stan and Bill start dating in high school, Georgie tries to give him the shovel talk and Stan is truly intimidated, but it’s so hard to be when you have a little boy all up in your face screaming about how he’ll rip your arms off if you hurt his brother

- Georgie is a cute kid growing up. All the other kids have to deal with puberty and looking weird, but Georgie always just stays cute, even though he changes slightly, he’s always cute

- Georgie joins all the clubs at school and he’s super popular but he makes sure to befriend everyone and stand up for everyone because that’s what his brother would do and his brother is the Bestest™

- Georgie definitely asks Bev to be his date to school dances even though she’s way too old and she agrees jokingly and it’s hilarious and all the Losers are there as chaperones to watch 

- Ben steals away his girlfriend from Georgie just to get a reaction and it’s Priceless™

- Bill helping him with his homework even when he’s away at college and they have to work on the phone 

- Bill calling every night to say goodnight to his brother who couldn’t sleep the first few weeks when Bill was away

- When Georgie starts dating, Bill has a minor heart attack because that’s his baby brother, he can’t be doing unsavory things like Richie

- Because Georgie grew up to be like Richie and we all know it, he loves that boy to death

- but he also loved the entire Loser’s Club like without a doubt

- HAD A HIGH KEY CRUSH ON BEV LISTEN OKAY HE TOTALLY BROUGHT HER FLOWERS EVERY TIME HE SAW HER AND GOT UPSET AT BEN WHEN HE FOUND OUT THEY WERE DATING

- he was also upset at Eddie when he found out he and Richie were dating

- he just gets really upset because he loves all of them and Beverly is HIS girlfriend and Bill is HIS brother and Richie is HIS Richie

- he likes to visit Mike at the farm because Mike lets him pet the sheep, but once the sheep chased him around and he’s never been the same since

- Ben reading him books while at the library and Georgie ending up being one of the most well-read and spoken boys in his grade/school because of his great brother and his brother’s great friend who helped him

- He’s Bill’s best man at Bill’s wedding and vice versa

- When Bill gets married, he gives this long speech about how he would die for him and Bill cries so hard and they just hug for the longest time and everyone is sobbing because Georgie is just the sweetest

- JUST GEORGIE BEING ALIVE AND HAVING A LIFE AND BEING HAPPY OKAY

i need an epilogue where its a shot of the colonel/wilford’s back and he’s just sobbing and mourning his friends and the camera pans down to the colonel’s glasses, but the lenses are broken and then you just hear wilford’s sobbing grow into maniacal laughter. and then we see a cane come into frame but its all red and blue as dark walks over to stand next to him and just places his hand on wilford’s back. thanks.

Hexed

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed.  Is it a sexual curse or something more?

Word Count:  2111

Warnings:  Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)

As always, feedback is appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Hexed 

There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester.  That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.

Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute.  It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.

Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.

I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.  

I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.  

There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.

Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.

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anonymous asked:

Hi love! IDK if you will reply, but may I ask for some angsty Viktuuri fics? HIT ME WITH UR BEST SHOT 💜

YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS ANGST… but I’m trash for angst so I’m not even mad. Get ready for lots pain and some amazing writing!


Victuuri Angst


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 147k (WIP)
Pretty sure everyone’s read this one… but if you haven’t, do! Rivals AU where Yuuri’s main goal, ever since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. SO MUCH ANGST (like, so much) and deliciously hot, hot, hot! You might die from reading this… it’s that good. My personal favourite!

Submerge by cryingoverspilledvodka, Mature, 38k
The pining and angst is real in this one! Full of angry Yuuri and an equally frustrated Victor. Takes place after their first argument. Relationships aren’t easy, and Victor and Yuuri are no exception.

On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 48k (WIP)
Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Yuuri competes against him again, a completely different skater this time. Amazing fic!

Between us by Vitavili, Mature, 169k
Love hurts. Love heals. Sometimes it’s really easy to love. Sometimes it feels like hell. You can forget to love yourself because you are too busy with loving someone else. Stunning fic with heavy angst but a happy ending.

Gods of Circumstance by Ritequette, Mature, 17k (WIP)
During his Free Program at the 2016 Barcelona Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri suffers a freak equipment malfunction and falls, hitting his head on the ice.
When he wakes up, he’s back at the 2015 Sochi GPF. Get ready for angst, angst, and more angst. Thumbs up!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

and I feel life (for the very first time) by smudgesofink, Teen, 10k
In which Victor helps Yuuri with his skating, but Yuuri helps Victor find himself again. Oh, man, I was sobbing while reading this. Very angsty, indeed!

“let’s (not) end this” by YuuriVityaNyan (NarryEm), Not Rated, 1.7k
It’s as though Viktor’s world came crumbling down.  All that they have built up to in the last eight months: gone. Okay, this physically hurt me to read this… like it’s pure angst… that’s it…

the gentle light that strays and vanishes by nauti, Gen, 7.7k
Yuuri and Viktor go back in time eight weeks before the 2015 Sochi Grand Prix Final separately, only to find each other again. Angsty and sweet. Must read!

Never Enough by ireallyloveicecream, Mature, 35k
All Katsuki Yuuri wanted was skate on the same ice as rising star Viktor Nikforov. But when his dream comes true and they meet, his awe for him mutates into a cut-throat motivation for retaliation, sending the two of them into a rivalry that should’ve burned into the history of figure skating. Intense rivals AU!

Hold Me Tight by smudgesofink, Teen, 11k
To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience. It’s all fluff… then goes straight into the depths of angst.. *cries*

but all they ever, by webbedfeet, Gen, 3.7k
Yuuri could do anything for Victor’s sake, even if what he had to say felt like ripping out his own heart and tearing it to pieces. He just never thought he could do the same to Victor’s heart. wHY DO I PUT MYSELF THROUGH SO MUCH PAIN????

First Fight by apollosoyuz, Gen, 2.4k
The first time they fought was loud and then quiet. In which Yuuri panics and blames Viktor, and Viktor doesn’t realize the impact his petty response will have on Yuuri until it’s too late. Fluffy ending!

BTS Reaction To: You Crying After First Time.

-Request: Can I do a reaction were the reader and the bts members (individual ofc) have sex for the first time (both first time) and while they are doing it, it hurts for the reader but she doesn’t say anything because she wants it to be special then after they finished she goes in the bathroom and cries? I hope this isn’t confusing!-

Thanks for the request!

JIN.

Jin was slightly confused as to why you had immediately got up from the bed to go straight to the bathroom, but he tried not to think anything of it. He noticed how it had been quite a while that you had been gone, so he decided to check on you. As he approached the bathroom door, he heard you softly crying, and Jin’s eyes widened.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“No! You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just..”

You trailing off only made Jin worry more, but he was patient and gave you your time to think before you finished your sentence.

“When we had sex it seemed to really hurt me a lot, and I didn’t want to tell you to stop because I didn’t want to ruin the moment. And now I feel like an idiot.”

Jin felt extremely bad for going too rough on you, hating the fact he couldn’t tell by himself that you were in discomfort.

“You should have told me to stop. I’m so sorry, Jagi. Can you come out from the bathroom? I want to hold you.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

SUGA.

Yoongi heard you on the other side of the bathroom door, sobbing ever so quietly. He knocked on the door softly, not wanting to startle you.

“Baby, what’s going on?” He asked, feeling concerned. He felt himself tense up as a thought crossed his mind, but he had to ask about it. “You didn’t want to have your first time with me, did you?”

You was quick to respond to him. “No, it’s not that at all. Of course I wanted to have my first time with you.”

Yoongi felt relief wash over him and he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Why have you locked yourself in the bathroom? You need to tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed. “I..” You didn’t know how to say it, so you decided to put it bluntly. “It hurt.”

Yoongi already knew what you were talking about straight away, and he frowned. “Baby, open up the door. You know I’d never want to hurt you. You need to tell me next time if it hurts, okay? I won’t be offended. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Originally posted by syubangel

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon was very cautious when you both shared your intimate moment together, asking you if you was okay and if he was going too fast, so he didn’t quite understand why you he heard you crying in the bathroom after.

“Baby,” Namjoon softly cooed, his forehead pressing against the bathroom door. “Why are you crying?”

You wished you could have told him during sex that you had felt pain because you wouldn’t have been in this state otherwise, but of course you didn’t want to tell him to slow down because you wanted him to feel good.

“Please answer me - I need to know.”

You took a shaky breath before answering. “I feel like I’ve ruined everything. You asked me countless times if you should slow down but each time I said no,even though I did feel pain.. I just feel silly. I should have said something.”

Namjoon sighed. “You really should have said something. Your pleasure comes before mine, and it always will.”

Originally posted by daeguboy

J HOPE.

Hoseok was extremely heart broken to hear you, from the other side of the door, in what seemed like, floods of tears. He knew he was the cause of your sadness, but he tried remaining as calm as possible, knocking gently on the door.

“Jagi.. Don’t hide yourself away - talk to me.” Hoseok’s voice was soft, which had made you feel slightly more at ease. You opened the bathroom door, and Hoseok immediately wrapped his arms around you. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

You nodded. You explained to him that he was being a little too rough, and that it caused you great discomfort during sex.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll be more gentle, and please, don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”

Originally posted by jaayhope

V.

Taehyung never had wanted to hurt you. All he cared about was you feeling good, and because you hadn’t told him to stop, he got too carried away, lost in how good you felt around him. Once Taehyung asked what was wrong as he heard your faint crying, you told him it was because he was being too rough, and that you felt ashamed with yourself that you didn’t even have enough courage to tell him to stop.

Taehyung dragged you back into bed, peppering kisses on your forehead, and repeatedly telling you he was sorry.

“I should have stopped.. I’m really sorry, (Y/n). You’ve got to tell me when it hurts, okay?”

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

JIMIN.

Jimin went into complete panic mode when he heard you crying. He didn’t like knowing you were upset, and it made him very nervous that you sprinted away into the bathroom straight after sex. Jimin wanted to give you your own time in the bathroom but he felt himself growing impatient, and his worry for you was suffocating him.

“Hey, why are you so upset? Is it because of me? Did I do or say something wrong?”

It scared him even further that it had taken you a long time to reply. Your thoughts were scattered all over the place, and finding the right words to tell him was a struggle. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Jimin, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

You told him how you felt uncomfortable during sex, and he had caused you pain which made you unable to really enjoy your first time.

“Open the door, please.. I’ll make it up to you. I should have known to be careful. God, I’m an idiot.”

Originally posted by chimtae

JUNGKOOK.

“What did I do? I hurt you, didn’t I? I know I did. I can’t believe I wasn’t gentle with you.”

Jungkook was frantic, telling you numerous things through the bathroom door. He kept blaming himself, feeling extremely shameful he hurt you during the most special time you both would ever experience.

“Jungkook, it’s not your fault..”

“It is! I didn’t make it special enough for the both of us. I can’t apologize enough.”

There was a small gap of silence between the both of you, until Jungkook finally spoke up again. “Can you open up this door and let me make it up to you? And this time I’ll be gentle, I swear.”

Originally posted by vlives

anonymous asked:

Mc gets drunk and stares at their S.O. For a little bit and just starts SOBBING. Like they are ugly crying and when asked what's wrong MC rants that they love their S.O. so much and how they think their beautiful and the best thing to happen to them "I just have a lot of feelings!"

Anon said: This might be a bit random, but how would the RFA react to going to a nightclub with MC and seeing her transform into a complete party animal? Like she drinks a lot of cocktails, dances to all the songs (and maybe with total strangers…) and won’t leave when it closes?


We combined these! Disclaimer, neither one of us know much about nightclubs or drinking, since we don’t drink. But hope these were funnyish anyway!


Zen:

  • He handles his alcohol really well, so when he took you to a nightclub, he fully expected to be taking care of you
  • Only he didn’t realize you got so wild when you were drunk
  • He catches you dancing across from some guy
  • You weren’t dancing really…more like some weird zig-zag dance
  • But his jealousy flared and he confronts the guy
  • The latter is just weirded out, “I’m not hitting on her! I’m trying to get her to stop doing that–weird ritual dance on me!”
  • Zen has to admit your dancing is pretty…interesting
  • Later, when you guys get home, you’re a lot calmer and just lay on the couch staring at the ceiling
  • Then you turn to him and narrow your eyes, “There is no way anybody can look that good.”
  • He’s about to thank you when you start crying and hugging him
  • “Your face needs to be on a cereal box!”
  • “Thanks, babe…I think.”

Yoosung:

  • He doesn’t drink anything at the club, because he knows how he can get
  • You’re apparently just as bad
  • He’s a lost puppy following you around and trying to make sure you don’t do anything too wild
  • “No, MC! Not on the table! Stop dancing with that chair. MC, that’s not your drink!”
  • He’s relieved when he finally gets you home
  • You start asking him a billion questions….really random questions
  • “Do parrots think in chirps or in words?”
  • “Um…Chirps?”
  • You throw your arms around his neck and start sobbing into his shoulder
  • “You’re so smart, I don’t deserve you!”
  • You wipe your snot on his shoulder
  • “I really don’t deserve this right now, that’s for sure,” he mutters under his breath

Jaehee:

  • You two decided to have a girl’s night and have a little fun
  • It got to be a lot of fun really fast
  • You both were drunk within the first few hours
  • Jaehee knew it was time to leave when she thought you were dancing with a stranger
  • But the stranger was her
  • You pile into a taxi and head home
  • You’re sitting on the couch listening to Jaehee complain about work
  • And you say, “I guess this job isn’t your cup of tea.”
  • Your eyes get wide and you starts sobbing, “I’m sorry! You like coffee! I offended you!”
  • Jaehee is less drunk by this point and is just laughing, which somehow makes your crying worse
  • You start showering her with compliments
  • But she can’t decipher half of them, because she’s tipsy and your words are so lost in sobbing
  • But looking back later, she still thinks it’s the funniest night of her life

Jumin:

  • It was just a social thing with Jumin’s coworkers
  • But he didn’t want to go to a nightclub alone, so you go along with him
  • He stays near the corner, but he tells you to go enjoy yourself
  • You were usually pretty calm and put together, so he was surprised when you downed yet another cocktail
  • And he really didn’t realize you could dance like that
  • It was getting late, you were getting a bit too wild, and he needed you off the dance floor
  • Cue him fist pumping towards you so he “blends in”
  • He manages to get you back to the car, and you seemed quiet for a while
  • Then he notices tears streaming down your cheeks and gets a little worried
  • But you’re just like, “I’ve never seen you dance before….you’re so good!”
  • Awkward flashbacks to Jumin’s stiff fist pumping
  • He starts chuckling
  • But it gets worse, because you start crying more, “Why can’t I model for your cat food?”
  • You make ears using your fingers and meow really loudly
  • Jumin is laughing so hard that Driver Kim is really worried

Seven:

  • You were just having a night out with your friends
  • And you catch Seven sitting at the bar with a ginger-ale
  • “Why are you even here? You don’t drink…”
  • “When have I ever needed a drink to have fun, MC?”
  • Touche
  • Turns out he was just on a mission, so you make a joke that you would drink for him
  • And you sure did
  • He’s about to leave when he sees you dancing wildly to “Eyes, Nose, Lips” by Taeyang
  • He snickers and decides it might be a good time to take you home
  • He walks you inside, and as soon as you step into your house, you charge towards the kitchen
  • He thinks it might be entertaining, so he whips out his phone and starts recording
  • He watches with barely suppressed laughter as you pile cheese on top of goldfish crackers
  • You’re narrating it through your drunk sobbing like you’re on a cooking show making grilled cheese while throwing in how he’s such a good friend
  • And he’s encouraging every second of it

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Imagine:

Theo climbed out of the ground and gasped for air, he was covered in mud and dirt. But he was still attractive.

You took a step back and held on to Liam’s arm. He took a step in front of you and Hayden gripped on to Kira’s sword ready to send him back.

Theo finally looked up at his surroundings, he didn’t look around properly because the first thing his eyes landed on was you. His heart started to speed up and tears formed in his eyes. You were all he’d thought about when he was down in hell; he’d dreamt of you. Theo had always loved you but from a distance. He’d never gotten the chance to tell you.

“Y/n? I-is that you?"he asked, the tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Thank god, it’s really you"he walked towards you but Liam stood in his way.
You sighed. Although Theo had torn the pack apart and tried to do a lot of bad things you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

"Liam, it’s okay"you nodded.
Liam and Hayden hesitantly moved out of the way. Theo slowly made his way towards you. You wrapped your arms around his body and he did the same. His arms snaking around your waist and holding you tight. You sat on the floor resting against the walls. He sobbed as you cradled him. All he needed was a hug.

He was shaking, maybe he was cold or frightened but you’d never seen him like this.

"I don’t have any powers"Theo spoke to Liam.

"We need to send him back"Hayden replied.

"NO!"you said almost immediately, trying to defend Theo.

"Please don’t send him back"you mumbled as you ran your hands through his messy hair. You felt his grip on you tighten.

"But y/n, there’s nothing he can help us with"Liam said sadly.

"Maybe he’s learnt his lesson"you protested. Theo glanced up at you, his gaze was full of adoration. You had never stuck up for him before you were always the first one to push him away.

"Where’s Scott? Where’s Stiles?"Theo asked.

"You remember Stiles?"Hayden asked.

"Why wouldn’t he remember Stiles?"Theo replied confused.

"See? He can help so Theo is staying"you raised your eyebrows at everyone.

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tfw you try to be cool but your bf is reduced to grateful sobbing the second he sees you :D

in case you hadn’t realized i think loneliness is Gladstone’s greatest fear. so after his… moment with scrooge and the others i think he would be overly relieved to have SOMEONE be there for him.

the universe knows what gladstone needs.

part 2/?

Whumpy Langst prompt just because

what if in the episode “escape from beta traz”, when lance got picked up by the Galran(i don’t know what the guy’s name was, so I’m just calling him ‘the galran’),the galran squeezed lance breaking his rib cage along with his arms and threw him to the floor, puncturing his lung(s). Just imagine the blood curdling scream slowly fading into whimpers as he’s slowly crushed until he’s thrown to the floor having all the air in his lungs forced out due to impact. Pidge and Shiro are trying desperately to get to him but the other 3 arms are blocking them and seeing lance being hurled to the floor like he’s trash is their breaking point, they go ape shit crazy on the dude and finally get to lance. What they see is lance just lying on his side gasping’ trying to get air into his lungs while coughing up blood at the same time. Shiro’s yelling at Allura to get a healing pod ready, Pidge is crying and lance is just there on the floor trying to get the tiniest bit of air in his lungs. Shiro then picks lance up as carefully as he can but it doesn’t do much since lance starts crying, lance tries to stop because it hurts but he can’t, he’s in to much pain. Shiro keeps repeatedly saying sorry every time time lance whimpers louder. While they’re flying back to the castle, Lance goes into shock… you can choose if he dies or not.

I don’t know how to put Slav in here, maybe he’s just saying the percentages of lances survival as time goes by and making Shiro and pidge panic even more than they already are and if you choose for Lance to die he’d be like “…0% chance of survival” and Shiro and pidge just kinda sit there sobbing in agony of losing part of their team… No, part of their family.

this came out a lot longer than I originally planned this to be… Anyways I hope you guys like this, i have been procrastinating on posting this because i have no confidence in my writing skills. Feel free to make something of this, just tag me in it because i wanna read (⃔ *`꒳´ * )⃕↝

  • England: Scotland, Ire's being a dick again!
  • Ireland: watch yo mouth, shithead! You started it first!
  • England: did not!
  • Ireland: did too!
  • England: did NOT!
  • Ireland: did TOO!
  • England: now, can you lot see and understand how annoying this can get?
  • America: wow... we must've been so annoying omg.
  • Canada: I can feel the pain...
  • Ireland: see how we feel?? And it goes on, and on!
  • Australia: I got a headache on the first two seconds!
  • New Zealand: were we always like this? Wow...
  • Scotland: oh shut up! As the oldest I have to listen all three versions!! *silent sobbing*

okay but………u know what’s truly amazing about prompto and noctis??
they r Millennials™. they hate camping and bugs and Nature™ as a whole. noctis is a spoiled brat who doesn’t want to eat his vegetables and wants to sleep 24/7. prompto is a nerd who does pop culture references, randomly starts singing, loves pets and gets excited over his passions. noctis struggles with expectations, prompto with self confidence and acceptance. they r so iconic, in every way possible.

PreWedding Nerves

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count : 900+

Plot: the night before the wedding y/n gets nervous

                I turn in bed, tired, nervous, anxious. So anxious. My chest felt tight and the thoughts of everything that could go bad enters my mind.

What if the tux is wrinkled?

What if the veil rips?

What if I trip in front of everyone?

What if Harry leaves?

What if he says I don’t?

What if

What if

What if

I bring my knees to my chest in the position that had always helped me calm down but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the terrible possibilities. I couldn’t stop thinking about the worse. I wanted Harry to be here, to reassure me that nothing would ever happen, that nothing could ever happen. I wanted him to tell me that it would all be okay, that tomorrow was going to be perfect and so were the days to come. I grab my phone, calling him. I’m quiet, making sure to not wake up Gemma or any of the other girls who had camped out in my room to make sure that Harry wouldn’t sneak in.

“Harry,” I whispered into the phone. From his end I can still hear the party going, I can hear boys cheering and asking for more drinks.

“Hi baby,” his slow and deep voice fills my ear, he doesn’t sound drunk which makes me feel slightly better, “how’s the party?”

“We’re all in bed, it’s two am,” I whispered, hugging my knees tighter, “how about you?”

“The boys and I left to my hotel room, the guys are just having a drink and watching some movie, but I’m tired and I don’t know how to kick them out,” he admits and I bet he’s pouting slightly, “and I miss you.”

My hands slightly shake and I keep imagining walking to an empty alter. I sniffle, “Harry,” I say, “are you sure we’re ready?”

I hear shuffling on the other side and I imagine he’s moving to a silent location, I’m right when I don’t hear the boys and I hear a door shut, “hey hey,” he coos, “of course I’m ready Y/N I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.”

A silent sob leaves my lips, “I’m really scared,” I admit.

“Of what baby,” he asks, “don’t cry lease don’t cry.”

“I feel like something is going to go wrong,” I admit, walking out of the hotel room I resided in, I’m sure to be as silent as possible.

“Nothing is going to go wrong I promise,” he assures me, “I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters.”

“There are so many people,” I say. Harry’s parents loved me, but some of his other family members didn’t, and I have met a lot of people on his side which meant tomorrow was the day. My parents who were divorced and could never stop arguing were going to be in the same room, I could already tell there would be a fight.

“We can have the ceremony with close family and invite everyone else to the reception,” Harry says, “we can do whatever you want, this day is about you.”

I pace the hallway my hands gripping the phone tighter and another sob leaves my lips, “I’m just really overwhelmed,” I cried, “a-and I can’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and everyone is snoring and I can’t sleep,” I say in between hiccups.

The elevator dings and I look up to see Harry stepping out of it. He’s in his grey sweatpants and a black shirt, his phone in his hands and he hangs up placing it in his pocket. He frowns seeing me, opening up his arms and I let them wrap around me.

“Hi kitten,” he whispered in my ear, “it’s okay.”

Harry’s finger tips run up and down my back soothingly. Once the tears have stopped he kisses me, “everything will be perfect,” he promises me.

I nod, he wipes away the extra tears, “I love you,” he reminds me.

“And I you,” I tell him.

“Come on,” he grabs my hand, “those idiots are so drunk they won’t notice I’m gone,” he says.

“Where are we going?” I asked, following him. We must look like a mess, Harry in his PJ’s and me in a pair of shorts and sweater with no shoes. My hair had been tossed up in a ponytail but by this point it was insanely messy.

Harry holds up a key card, “I got an extra room in case you needed me or I needed you,” he says, swiping us into the hotel room.

I smile at my future husband as he closes the door, locking it behind us. I get in bed and Harry follows, wrapping a blanket around the both of us, “this time tomorrow we will be halfway to Italy and married,” he grins.

I smile at the thought, “I’m excited and nervous, like the first day of school you know?” I asked, “I’m excited to move in with you and make breakfast and yell at you about keeping the toilet seat up and listening to you play your guitar, and I’m excited to hear your very cheesy breakfast tunes.”

“Well I’m excited to hear you sing in the shower and eat your overly burnt rice and over cooked pasta, and I’m excited to whine about how you leave your clothe everywhere and not folded away were it should be,” Harry says, “and not mention I’m excited to be able to share a bed with you.”

“Eh you’re a very loud snorer,” I teased.

We keep discussing what we look forward to till we fall asleep.

“It was bad luck,” Gemma taunts as she helps me get in my dress, Anne and my mother standing and talking to each other about the dress I picked out, “we thought we had a runaway bride,” Gemma adds.

“Gemma it’s okay,” I laugh at my maid of honor, “I was really overwhelmed and he was there. Plus he hasn’t seen me in the dress.”

She rolls her eyes playfully but laughs, zipping me up and I turn. My mother in law and mother smiling as they hug me, “oh you look so perfect,” Anne gushes, “I’m so happy.”

“You look beautiful,” My mom says squeezing my hand.

“We better go take our seats,” Anne grins, tears pooling in her eyes.

The two older women walk out and Gemma steps back looking at me, “I have to go grab your veil,” she says.

She walks out leaving me inside the dressing room by myself. I admire myself in the mirror, the white dress was breath taking and I wished I could wear it every day of my life. I’m nervous, more nervous than last night. I felt sick, I never enjoyed being the center of attention and I wanted a small wedding, really small. But Harry couldn’t not invite some family member and not others, he had his mother and fathers side, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends and their plus ones, and some people he worked with. I simply invited some of my friends and parents. I can hear Gemma outside the door.

“Harry no, you already broke the rule last night. Now you’ll see her in less than thirty minutes,” Gemma scowls.

“How is she?” He asked.

“She’s fine-”

“I don’t believe you,” Harry whines, “five seconds Gem please.”

“No,” Gemma says firmly, “suck it up.”

“Gemma you don’t get it when she gets nervous it can become overwhelming and she shuts down-”

“Harry I can handle her, she’s my family too,” Gemma says.

“Harry,” I say through the door, “I’m okay.”

“Hi baby,” he says in a much gentler voice, “are you sure? Because I can totally go out there and kick some people out.”

I giggle and lean against the door, “I’ll be fine, are you dressed?”

“Yes,” he says as the same time Gemma says, “no.”

“He doesn’t have his tie on,” she adds.

“Snitch,” he grumbles, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” I say.

“Bye Harry,” Gemma says and walks in, she rolls her eyes, “he’s not even dressed. God luck with that.”

I laugh as I sit on the chair and she pins the veil to my hair, “you look beautiful y/n.”

I feel better once I’ve managed to walk down the aisle Harry is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glossy. He holds my hand, leaning over and whispering to me that I look beautiful. I squeeze his hand as my cheeks turn pink, my face feeling hot. His thumb rubbing circles on my hand in a soothing matter.

“I do,” Harry says, lifting my veil.

“I do,” I repeat.

Please don’t fall in love without me

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: Tom is out with friends a lot, the reader feels a little hopeless about it

Warnings: A bit of negative self talk, angst and fluff, 2 or 3 swear words

Note: This was kind of based off of what I like saw when I listened to I Can’t Fall in Love without You by Zara Larsson. The story isn’t based on the song, more just the feeling of it if that makes sense. Enjoy!

You set your phone onto the bed sheets that pooled around you. An arm was thrown over your eyes as sobs raked through your body. One text. Sorry darling! I’m meeting with Zendaya and Haz tonight, I’ll be home later. Love you. You scrolled through texts only to read the same message with a different wording over and over again. It was two weeks since you two had actually hung out together. You knew it was utterly stupid to be jealous, and you loved Zendaya with all your heart but come on. Zendaya is beautiful, funny, good at dancing, unbelievably nice, and overall just perfect. What could you give to Tom that she couldn’t?

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i really didn’t want to do this. but i don’t have much of a choice. i’ll try and keep this brief.

alright. so because of a bunch of problems at home recently, we haven’t been able to get any groceries in, well… a while. and i don’t know when we’ll be able to do so again. we don’t have a whole lot of stuff left at the house and i haven’t been able to eat much the past couple of days.

i really don’t mean this to be a “my life sucks please feel bad for me” sob story thing but i need help. i hate that i don’t really have anything to give in return. but please, anything you could spare would be greatly appreciated. i’m not looking for like a million dollars or anything. just enough to hold us over until we’re able to go shopping again. and i totally understand if you can’t afford to give anything. please don’t feel bad if you can’t.

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