me, whenever it's foggy outside:
IN MY RESTLESS DREAMS... I SEE THAT TOWN. SILENT HILL. YOU PROMISED ME YOU'D TAKE ME THERE AGAIN SOMEDAY, BUT YOU NEVER DID. WELL I'M ALONE THERE NOW, IN OUR SPECIAL PLACE, WAITING FOR YOU. WAITING FOR YOU TO COME SEE ME, BUT YOU NEVER DO. AND SO I WAIT, WRA----
Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o lo peor sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo que hasta el miedo se nos lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez ¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PD: Necesitamos que estas fotos den la vuelta al mundo para que sepan lo que sufre nuestro país. Por favor, ayúdanos a que todos sepan por lo que estamos atravesando, se nuestro granito de arena, de verdad necesitamos que el mundo vea la crisis que estamos atravesando los venezolanos. Por favor… Les prometemos que no les tomará mucho tiempo
We are tired. We are a beautiful country that have brought it to ruin. Before, people came to our country because of the warm weather, the beautiful beaches, even the Angel Falls! (Which everyone knows about Up, the movie). And now they all go. Either by the airport or a coffin three meters underground. My country hurts. It hurts to see my friends leave because they know that their future here is not worth anything. It hurts me to see how children / adults / young people die every day because there are not enough medical supplies for everyone. It hurts me that I can not go out to a disco or to a friend’s house, even walking at night because I run the risk of being killed only by a cell phone. It pains me to see that young people are leaving their lives for us on the street protesting while many do not care. It hurts me to see children every day eating from the garbage because their parents do not have to take a piece of bread to them or worse their parents could not get food because there is NOTHING in this country. They have stolen everything that even the fear took away. I know that someday we will recover, my beloved Venezuela. I know that soon all will return and we will cry of joy because we will be a beautiful, safe and happy country again. Soon my Venezuela. Soon you will be ours again! LIVE VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PS: We need these photos to go around the world so they know what our country suffers. Please, help us all know what we are going through, it is our bit, we really need the world to see the crisis that we are going through the Venezuelans. Please … We promise you it will not take too long.
After hearing about it for a while, I’ve recently started a morning ritual that has already improved my productivity and focus. Initially it sounded like it would take up way too much of my time, but now I’m a total morning pages convert.
what they are
Here’s the basic idea: every morning you take out three pages of paper and free write (by hand! no word docs allowed) whatever comes to your mind. There are no rules about what you write, as long as you write three pages of something.
why they help
The reason behind morning pages is that once you have everything down on paper, you can free up some headspace to do other things. It’s also a nice way to pinpoint why you’re feeling anxious, or if something has been on your subconscious. And let me tell you, it works. I’ve found that I easily make up for the time it takes to do them (about 20 minutes) in the time that I would normally be distracted.
how to make them count
Free writing can be difficult to get the hang of. We often feel confined by rules and grammar, so throwing them all out the window feels wrong. Remember that these pages are for your eyes only, they won’t be graded so don’t worry about spelling something wrong or even making them legible to anyone else. My pages are often full of abbreviations and are written in handwriting no one could ever dream of reading. And that is a-okay, because they don’t have to be pretty or thoughtful, they just have to be done. I write whatever comes to mind and just let my thoughts flow. One thing will remind you of the next until you have three full pages in no time.
So what if you don’t know where to start? Just write down everything you have to do today. Write down anything you’re worried about in the future. Write down anything you’d like to do someday. You’ll soon find something that you didn’t even know was bothering you.
I don’t expect to read them again anytime soon, but it may be cool to see in a bit how everything I worried about worked out, so I’m hanging onto them for now. If recycling them is more your speed, that’s cool too. Just don’t be tempted to type them up! If you’re writing on a computer you can go back and change things and will be more tempted to make them perfect. That’s exactly what you want to avoid. Hand writing them will keep them from being perfect so that they can be good.
Try it out for a couple days and let me know if it helps. I know that I’ve already seen a huge difference!
Request: Can I
request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and
you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how
it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock
buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of
them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a
I smiled looking at myself through the rearview
mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to
school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my
mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front
of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I
shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering
the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted
and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow
device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.
After a full turn, I finally find a decent
place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to
enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the
brakes and glared at the bold. I knew
the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars
away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.
“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised
my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.
Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and
fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.
“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”
I started to walk with him to my side. We were
in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I
could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high
school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth
it. He was taking me with a few,
especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social
circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes
they made me laugh.
“So I heard that this new movie will be on
Saturday … Let’s go together?”
Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was
determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my
mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly
relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to
see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay
for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that
too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being
dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to
think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best
friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable
looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it
for a silly etiquette.
“How on a date?” I remembered that I
hadn’t answered him.
I turned to look at him and he smiled in
embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and
funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with
blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.
“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a
question. Well, he left the decision to me again.
I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex
“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m
sorry to say you got a strike”
He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to
erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I
felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to
exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri
with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she
was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too
bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.
I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay
together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing
himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help
but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to
any. That was how it was.
“Are you serious?” The good thing
about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very
rude to me, Y/N!”
“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him
in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after
an Olympic rejection.
At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay
kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me.
He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks
to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of
the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said
things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I
looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and
smiling as if nothing.
“What was that?”
“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his
backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”
For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded.
Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his
companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood
changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely
I was without appetite.
“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay
knew him as well as I did.
The boy shrugged and looked in the direction
where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I
had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before
we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to
approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined
the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was
difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I
couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the
I doubted if it would be a good idea to
interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was
different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange
after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended
up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage
me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and
Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since
neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer,
covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.
“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on
relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed
to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered
the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing
between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the
Cresmont that you would never go through this”
I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were
talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.
“I don’t know what else to do, dude.”
Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve
dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to
consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were
“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.
“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and
it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and
send me to the devil”
My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced
my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began
“I don’t think so. You two make a good
team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I
glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could
complement us in an incredible way.
I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away
from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life
without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies
and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that
taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine,
even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t
have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too
close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes
needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going
its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and
there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up
and I hid my face again between the pages.
“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had
a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him,
after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the
need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing
was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But
I stood still with the lump in my throat.
“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your
history essay, you need to distract your mind”
I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved
from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and
inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t
notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy,
especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications,
attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above
all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything
wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself
as I see you? I bit my lip.
“I saw you” Jessica came out of
nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on
people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”
I rolled my eyes.
"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I
“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff
that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s
words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I
looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows
this, obviously everyone, except you”
“We are good friends”
“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings,
the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”
I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her
but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica
“Do I confess something?” I waited
quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin.
Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.
If my best friend’s words had left me frozen,
Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I
in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with
anyone in my life.
I ran as if my life depended on it to the
baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the
car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his
locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting
some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon.
Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and
booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have
difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they
were making fun of him.
"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of
them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one
Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.
“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I
get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates
boasted. I was getting angry.
How could it be that they messed with him for
some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some
sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but
the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick,
it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label,
So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I
smiled and walked resolutely towards them.
“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.
I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on
my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until
I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my
fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place,
was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening,
he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part
until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.
“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the
one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.
I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This
kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to
feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.
“I thought better, why wait until Saturday?
Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme
happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that
your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and
His friends laughed, he too, but a little more
“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.
“Boys” I gave a single glance at
their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.
I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight
of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.
“You were serious?”
“About the kiss or Netflix and
chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Both of them”
“Now I know that I’m sure of the
kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little
more seriously in the chill part”
Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen.
My heart skipped a beat.
- You and Harry are poor and Harry hasn’t seen Anne in years. He misses her so much that you suprise him with plane tickets to visit her.
A/N: This is quite short, but it’s such fluff I am in love.
Masterlist linked in bio.
“This is shit! All of this is shit!”
Harry’s hands violently shoved all his crumbled pieces of paper and music journals off of the kitchen table before pounding the sides of both of his fists against the wood, refusing to contain all the frustration that had only seemed to increase inside of him any longer.
He had been trying to write new music for the past three weeks. After visiting the local record label for what felt like the hundredth time since he’s moved from home, they still refused to sign him until he figured out a way to produce music that “didn’t sound like everything else.” He’s tried everything—from writing about his love life to writing about all the angry shit scrambled inside his head—yet nothing seemed to gain their interest.
At that point, Harry had run out of ideas. There was absolutely nothing else he could think of writing about that he hasn’t already, and it was as if every possibility of making music in his future had suddenly turned into a false hope.
It was all he had, though—writing and producing music was the only thing he had going for him and the only chance he had to make money. But it was so much harder than he ever thought possible, for he had been trying for years to gain recognition for his creations, yet nothing came to his avail.
He was on the brink of giving up on everything at that moment—everything.
Y/n ran from their shared bedroom into the kitchen after hearing the chaos Harry had riled up. By the time she reached the dining table—which was normally used both as a place for them to eat and Harry’s office—he was an absolute wreck. Between the mess upon the floor and the cries that seemed to obstruct the silence that had once been, she had absolutely no idea what to do.
“I can’t—I can’t live like this anymore!” He sobbed, his head in his hands as his lungs began to fail him through his words.
He couldn’t continue living through their financial crisis; between his dead-end attempts to make a career out of his music and Y/n’s minimum wage salaries, it was nearly impossible for them to live a life they both deserved. Their memories were trapped inside an apartment that could barely fit the two of them, all their passionate nights were shared on a mattress with no bed frame, and their life together remained stagnant for far too long.
Harry loved her more than he’s ever loved anything before, and the thought was enough to terrify him.
She deserved so much better than him—she deserved a man that could provide her with all her needs and wants. She deserved every bit of the earth and Harry could barely offer her a fraction of it. He could only provide her with his love and the scraps he made from his failures.
She deserved so much more than him.
“Oh, baby.” She whispered.
She kneeled down to where he was sitting, pressing her forehead to his as she played with the hairs that raided the nape of his neck. She was well aware of how hard their living situation was—especially for him.
He worked hard enough for the both of them. He worked relentlessly, often times skipping meals or refusing to have a proper night’s sleep until he had something done—whether it was a new song idea or even a newly written verse. Stress took over his every move and Y/n knew he wasn’t living a healthy lifestyle.
He was losing himself slowly, and it pained Y/n beyond words to see him live the way he was. She wished she could offer him more help than she was already giving him, but she was busy, too, and she never felt more upset with herself.
“I need my mum.”
The words he’d spoken an innumerable amount of times fell from his lips without much thought.
He hadn’t seen her since he decided to move away with Y/n, which was four years ago at the time. He had sacrificed his entire life to start a new one with Y/n. He figured that moving away with her to a different city would be his opportunity to start fresh on his music career and start making enough money for him, Y/n, and his family.
He had sketched plans upon backup plans to get his music going. He searched through all the different venues, music companies, music managements—everything he could think of—and spent nearly every hour practicing and writing.
He never expected that what he had to offer wasn’t good enough.
To those he showed his music to, there was a list of improvements they felt he had to make. They claimed that his music was either too mainstream or too different, and there was absolutely no in between. He found himself in a rut with his creations and it was far too late to move back in with his family since he nor Y/n were making enough money to pay their rents, bills, and a plane ticket back home.
Anne wasn’t able to afford visiting him either, though, so there was absolutely nothing the either of them could do besides wait until Harry’s music career started to take off—if it ever did.
He missed Anne more than anything. Although he was in love with spending every day with Y/n and getting to experience all of his miserable life with her, he missed the feeling of his mum being around him all the time. He missed absolutely everything about her, especially when he had his emotional breakdowns.
She was his rock and his provider his entire life, and he relied on her for everything until he decided to move away. She kept him sane through all his hectic times and was there for him when nobody else was.
Anne wasn’t only his mum, but she was his best friend, and continuing to live without knowing when he’d be able to see her again was Harry’s own personal hell.
“I know, darling.” Y/n whispered as she let his tears soak her shirt and his body shake in her arms.
He kissed her where her heart was as he squeezed her more into him. His entire world was in his arms and he’s never needed the weight of it more.
“Don’t ever think I regret my life with you, love, please don’t. But my mum, Y/n, my mum—I miss her so much. Phone calls don’t mean shit to me because I’m not w—with her.”
She only nodded, letting him vent to her without any interruption. It brought her comfort whenever Harry was having a breakdown, as sick as it sounded—it just brought her peace knowing that he was letting out all of the emotions he kept in for her sake. He was human, after all, and he deserved to have his moments.
“I need her, Y/n. I need her to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need her to kiss me and tell me how proud she is of me even though I’ve done nothing but fail those around me—like I fail you—and just hold me like she did when I was a kid.”
She shook her head instantly, slowly pushing his body away from hers in order to her eyes to meet his. They were red and soaked with tears, but they were beautiful and was always what got her weak in the knees.
The pads of her thumbs wiped away the tears that fell onto his cheeks, making sure to kiss him a couple of time while doing so.
“You never fail me, Harry. You give me a new reason to fall in love with you every single day and I thank God for you every time I look at you. Your love never fails me, nothing you do fails me. So never think that again, you hear me?”
And she really meant it more than ever, especially in that moment of Harry’s vulnerability. Her heart always hurt knowing that he wasn’t aware of how much she actually did give her, even if it wasn’t materialistic. Nobody provided her with as much love and safety as he had, and it was something she’d never be able to get enough of.
He got her through all her troubled times and all her insecure moments. She needed him and wanted him more than anything money could buy, and she’d spend the rest of her dying days attempting to make him believe it.
“You’ll see your mum soon, okay? If I can promise you one thing, it’s that you’ll see her soon.“
She kissed his cheeks again before they sat in silence together, all wrapped up in each other’s arms as they waited for Harry to finally calm down. They hadn’t found a lot of time within the past three weeks to spend loads of time together, so even just the half hour of holding one another was enough to mend him quite quickly.
“Can you promise me something else?” He breaks the silence, his voice slightly hoarse from the screaming that took place earlier.
“Can you promise me that whenever I see my mom again, that you’ll be there? I want you to meet her so properly and make her see why I want to marry you someday. I really want her blessing.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing her lips softly against his forehead before muttering a small “I promise.”
That was a year ago.
Ever since that night, Y/n made it her first priority to find a way for Anne and Harry to reunite. She never wanted to see that side of Harry again, and she’s been through the God awful pain that came from missing a parent. Y/n had lost both of her parents in a car accident, and she never wanted Harry to go through what she had to for the following years.
So, she started working double shifts at her job—gathering and saving as much money as she possibly could for a couple of months straight. Airfare was quite expensive, especially since she planned on buying two round-trip tickets and intended on being able to pay the rent and bills for that month and somehow buy food and necessities during the trip.
She intended on leaving it a surprise for Harry, as well, and was able to make up plenty of excuses as to why she wasn’t able to be at home as much. He was quite upset, but she found it was quite easy considering Harry was keeping busy with his music throughout that time as well.
To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She had never worked so hard in her life and never thought she had it in her to make as much money as she did. It made the living situation slightly easier during the time. She knew every lost hour of sleep and every extra second spent working would all be worth it in the end.
And it was all worth it, especially now.
The confirmation for her order is right in front of her; two round trip tickets to Holmes Chapel. It’s a sight she’s been desperate to see for a year now, and she lets out a sob as she reads the words over and over again. It’s real, it’s happening, Harry’s ticket to happiness is right in front of her and she has never felt so accomplished in her life.
As she prints out the tickets from her nearly broken down printer—that took her almost two hours to fix—she contemplates whether to wait a week for their sixth year anniversary or just go to him now and gift it to him.
But as she stares at the plane tickets in her hands, she just can’t keep it a secret any longer.
Y/n’s holding everything Harry’s needed right in between her fingertips. Everything that Harry has worked so hard for is right here, inked on printer paper right in front of her and there’s just absolutely no way in hell she can keep this information from him—he’s waited long enough.
She eagerly makes her way to their bedroom, a slight squeal leaving her lips as she makes her way to the doorway of their room. She sees Harry in the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of black boxers as he shaves the stubble under his chin.
He smiles softly upon her entrance, but quickly goes back to shaving the extra bits of his facial hair. She bites her lip at his nearly fully exposed body, but quickly regains her composure as she remembers exactly what she’s here to do.
Harry pats the excess hair from his razor as he looks up.
“Hm?” He hums, his eyes drifting away from his reflection in the bathroom mirror over to where she stands beside their bed.
She has tears in her eyes, but they’re much different from those Harry has seen before. Normally, along with her tears comes a frown on her face and red-tinted cheeks—only the smallest examples of how much her features drown in sorrow whenever she’s upset. But as he stares at her in the way she looks now, there isn’t a trace of sadness within her. Instead, her lips are up in a slight grin and the eyes that are filled with tears are staring at him in admiration. She’s glowing, too, and he swears he wants to look at her in this way for the rest of his life.
“What’s that, love?”
He nods his head slightly, referring to the two pieces of paper that are clenched between her fingers.
She takes a step closer to him as her eyes gleam at the man she’d do anything for. She wishes nothing to be as close to him as possible in this moment, but also wants to be far enough so that she can fully see the product of a man who’ll finally be reuniting with his mother.
“I got you tickets to see your mum, Harry.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, Harry nearly chokes. He drops everything on the floor—his shaver and his comb hitting against the counter and nearly breaking to pieces around his feet. His hands grip along the edge of the sink, face paling and eyes widening at her through the bathroom mirror.
He almost thinks he misunderstood her somewhere—that maybe what she actually said got scrambled in his head to somehow make him hear what he could only dream of hearing. But her face reassures him that he did, in fact, hear her currently and that he just couldn’t believe it.
Y/n’s tears fall down her cheeks as she giggles, observing how he still hasn’t moved a single muscle and the color in his face still hasn’t returned.
“You’ll be at home for a month and you’ll be leaving in two weeks.”
She takes another step closer to him, her smile never fading as he finally lets out a choked sob. Tears are already forming in his eyes and his hands hold tighter against the sink, but words seemed to be trapped in his throat and all that his brain can process is the pounding of his chest and the air that has yet to be knocked out from his lungs.
“I know that when we talked, you said that if you ever had the chance to see your mum again that you’d want me to come with you. I figured that that would be unfair to you, since you have spent so much time with me and haven’t been able to see her in so long. I decided to compromise and—and I’m only visiting for the first week but I figured it’d be enough time to—Harry?”
Her eyes narrow i concern as she watches him nearly fall backwards from his prior position, nearly tripping over his own feet as he finally turns around to look at her properly. Neither of them say anything as Harry stumbles towards her frame—eyes still bewildered and face still pale. He nearly trips over the sheets on the floor, but he quickly regains his balance before his hands find their way upon her cheeks.
He wants to say everything he’s thinking—he wants to tell her how thankful he is and how much he loves her. He wants to express every ounce of gratitude and give her everything she’s ever deserved in this moment. Hell, he wants to get on his fucking knees and worship all the blessings she’s ever given him and love on her until she can barely speak anymore. But all that falters nearly seconds after he reaches her.
He sobs—complete soul shaking sobs. Everything he’s feeling completely overwhelms him to the point where he ends up on his knees. His body collapses and his lungs are constricted but he has never felt so good in his life.
Y/n falls with him, cradling him again her chest as she presses chaste kisses along his forehead. Her hands rub up and down his back in an attempt to calm him from his cries, but he doesn’t back down. He’s hasn’t felt this amount of happiness in so long that he feels there’s nothing else his body can do.
He reaches his hands up to her face again, admiring her from what he can see between all the tears in his eyes and the squinting of his lids. He presses his lips to hers, but the kiss doesn’t last long before he’s sobbing again—bringing her face down to the dip of his shoulder while he holds her there.
Was a CEO of a large company when he decided to make some more money and started getting involved in shady business
One of the most chill leaders in the industry
But his easygoing personality is also one of his scariest traits as he doesn’t give a shit about killing and never thinks twice
That’s what gets him in trouble most of the time as he somehow always end up killing the wrong person
He’s so good at his job that no one even suspects that this CEO is also a mafia boss
You were the president of a rival company and had beef with him since before he even started his gang. He always wanted to persuade you to sell your company to him but you were too stubborn, so he thought that now he has a lot of skillful members maybe he could threaten you. One day he barged into your office.
“What the heck? Do you even know what knocking means?”
“Just shut up and listen to me. I’m going to give you one last chance to sell me your company and well if you don’t comply things will become ugly.”
“Kim fucking Namjoon, did you just threaten me?” you asked him pulling your gun out from under the table. “Because if you did, I swear to god…”
He didn’t plan for this turn of events and as much as he was surprised he couldn’t keep his laughter in.
“Woah, woah, Y/N. We have been friends for a long time now, haven’t we? Maybe I should have taken a different approach. How about you and me start this over by getting to know each other better?”
Can sweet talk people to do anything
That’s why he’s the best at making new allies and ties, bribing officials
Everyone tends to trust him quickly and he uses this for his advantage
Doesn’t like getting his hands dirty and would rather talk his way out if possible
But when it’s not, that’s still okay with him as he can handle various kinds of weapons just as well as his tongue
You caught wind of the fact that your boss is helping the mafia in exchange for many and wanted to report him. Unfortunately Jimin got to you first. He was leaning against your car waiting for you. Before you had time to react he got your car keys and pushed you inside securing you in your seat.
“So a little bird told me that you were about to make a very stupid decision.” he told you taking out his knife and tracing the lines of your collarbone.
“I prefer not to make a mess so how about we make a deal as well?”
“I don’t need your filthy money.”
“Oh how brave! I guess I should offer you something else instead then.” he said starting the car and taking off with you in it.
A lot of people think he’s too clumsy for this job as he tends to screw up before he even starts
But if it’s his lucky day he’s the 2nd most deadly man in the gang
His specialty - explosives
He likes to make a big entrance and for it to be really grand he makes all of the bomb and stuff himself
Enjoys the view of severed limbs spattering around, this feeling helps him realize just how amazing he his at what he does and how fascinating, strong and big his explosions are
He wanted to blow you up so bad but when you despite the short amount of time managed to catch and throw back one of his grenades he decided to have you no matter what.
“Hey, that’s not very nice!! I could have gotten hurt.” he shouted.
“Are you being serious right now?”
“I always am. You see I got you right where I wanted to. Look around.” you looked down and saw that somehow you managed to get into his mine field.
“I like you and wouldn’t rather press this button so you have two choices, either I watch you go boom or you come with me.” he smirked.
Was the vice president of the company, so is now stuck with almost the same amount of work
He takes care of the companies legal stuff and makes sure the gangs illegal one doesn’t catch anyones’ attention
He’s so done with this job and would rather go on some missions to blow off some steam
But he’s only taken on them when it’s really necessary or when there’s not enough people
And that’s a shame as he’s crazy good with guns, especially long range ones, as he has been practicing every day
You made a contract with their company but somehow a they lost a hefty amount of money. Knowing that this was not a simple coincidence he decided to have a meeting with you.
“I think we have to discuss some things.” he stated.
“What do you want? I don’t have your money.”
“I never even said anything about money.” he smirked and then you understood that you told him too much before it even began. Hoseok stood up and went to your chair. He took your chin in his hands made you look at him.
“You know all of this shit makes me really tired and irritated and I wouldn’t want to take out my frustrations on you, so you better give me back all the money till evening or we will have to have a few more meetings just like this.”
He’s an assassin but doesn’t like calling his job that and would rather say that he takes care of business
Sharp, precise, quick, silent, deadly
Can’t think straight when he’s tired and even managed to miss some targets (only to get them later) when he feel asleep waiting for them
Practices with Hoseok every single day but only because he’s the one who’s asking
Sometimes likes to go “hunting” at nights and you should pray that you never meet him on days like that
You searched for him because you knew he would be the only one to take your request. He looked at you from the bottom up.
“Aren’t you too young to be asking things like that?”
“You sure? You’re really short.” he laughed.
“I didn’t come here to be made fun of. So will you do it? Will you kill my father?” you asked. This time he looked at you with serious eyes.
“Okay but you can keep the change.” he said handing you back all the money you gave him. You quickly turned around to catch him just before he disappeared into the darkness.
“Because you asked me nicely and also because I hope to see you again someday.” [x]
He doesn’t have a particular job in the group as he’s mostly here to make sure that the members don’t make too much trouble for themselves and other gangs
Knew Namjoon since high school and was asked to come help
The gang would most likely fall apart without him as their chill leader tends to forget his duties more often than not
He’s a skilled medic and that’s a very big advantage for the gang as they don’t have to go through the hassle of explaining what happened in the hospitals
As much as he can save you from the verge of death, medical equipment in his hands can also turn into very dangerous tools as he can kill you slowly and painfully with the poisons he makes
You were part of the gang and trained under him to treat the injured.
“I see you’re getting pretty good at this.”
“That’s because you’re the one teaching me.”
“How about I show you one more of my tricks.” he said taking you over to the medical cabinet and taking all kind of drugs out.
“Oh, I know what you’re trying to do but I’m already more than experienced in making poison.” you smirked.
“Is that so? Maybe we should start some private lessons so you could teach me your way.”
Smug and sassy 24/7
Everyone who meets him for the first time want to punch him in the face
And a lot of people try to do that but he has great, quick reflexes and easily evades them
Started from simple piracy but now can literally hack into anything but usually brags about it too soon and gets caught
That’s how he got recruited, he was about to go to jail when Namjoon noticed his talent and bailed him out
You two had a bit of a show down in cyber space and so after that he decided to track you down. He found you in a coffee shop on the other side of town. He walked in and sat down opposite you.
“And who might you be?” you looked up from your computer screen. He caught your gaze and smirked.
“Jungkook?!” you almost spat your drink. “How did you find me? I hid my location.”
“Did you really think that silly protection of yours could stop me? But I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.”
A/N: Ahh I finally did it!! 😃 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😊
I don’t know if you’ll ever get to read this, but I hope you know that I miss you. I hope you know that there isn’t a day when I don’t think about how eager I was to experience you, and how you seemed to feel the same. I remember it all. The way your laugh sounded. The how your voice changed when you got tired. The deep conversations and the dumb inside jokes. I remember you.
I wonder if you remember me. I wonder if you think about me the way I’m thinking about you right now. Are you too busy running in the other direction to take a stroll down memory lane? If you are, I understand. I hope you come see me again someday. Maybe then, the idea of us would make more sense to you. Maybe then, you’ll be okay with letting my soul shine next to yours. Maybe all of this thinking I’m doing will be worth it. Or maybe not, but I guess that’s okay too, as long as you’re alright. The one thing that should have changed, hasn’t. I still care about you, even though you’re gone. I guess all I can really say is thank you for stopping by.
hamilton ( cut songs/workshop versions ) sentence starters !!
❝ the reality is not a pretty picture. ❞ ❝ tell him to stay home! ❞ ❝ you have invented a new kind of stupid. ❞ ❝ i begged you to take a break, you refused to. ❞ ❝ you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to! ❞ ❝ i look at you and think ‘god what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us?’ ❞ ❝ i’m not here for you. ❞ ❝ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❞ ❝ she died. she’s gone. ❞ ❝ she changed my life. she made my life worthwhile. ❞ ❝ sometimes it seems that’s all we do. ❞ ❝ you and i will build a strong foundation. ❞ ❝ you’ll blow us all away, someday. ❞ ❝ just apologize, we have worthier pursuits! ❞ ❝ that’s when i realized this was not a game. ❞ ❝ i want the world to know what i intended to do. ❞ ❝ he must have been so scared. ❞ ❝ i never had his instinct for self preservation. ❞ ❝ it’s not in his political interest to kill me. ❞ ❝ god, i can’t wait to see her again. ❞ ❝ bitch, please! you wouldn’t know what i’m doing! ❞ ❝ the line’s behind me, i crossed it again. ❞ ❝ you fat mother f– ! ❞ ❝ we in the shit now, somebody’s gotta shovel it. ❞ ❝ if you knock me down i get the fuck back up again. ❞ ❝ you swing at my family, you better not miss. you better have another punch to throw. ❞ ❝ you could let it go. ❞ ❝ people will always be critical. ❞ ❝ let other people be cynical. ❞ ❝ you’re smiling because you know i’m right. ❞ ❝ you didn’t kill him, did you? ❞ ❝ were you here this whole time? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to bring a gun to a knife fight. ❞ ❝ you know you really ought to listen to your wife, right? ❞ ❝ i hope you’re happy. ❞ ❝ you could have given me a word of warning. ❞ ❝ shhh. haven’t you talked enough? ❞ ❝ i need you by my side. ❞ ❝ i have a plan, but it’s risky. ❞ ❝ but i couldn’t turn my back on a nation in need. ❞ ❝ PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES! ❞ ❝ teach them how to say goodbye. ❞ ❝ the enemies i’ve made won’t have anything on me now. ❞
:( im so sad at the idea that shiro might not go back to piloting black
You know who else would be sad about that?? Shiro and Keith
I mean, you can’t tell me that Keith wasn’t Shiro’s number one supporter, the one who was so insistent that Shiro was meant to be on the team. That, unlike Zarkon, he was Black’s true paladin. Shiro’s struggle with his own self-worth and his belief that he’s unfit to be Black’s paladin is inexorably tied to his own trauma. “Did you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron paladin?” Taunts and tortures like that stayed with him, etched their way into his skin.
That Keith reaffirms Shiro’s place on the team time and again is more than just you’re our leader it’s you’re a good person and you deserve to be here right now, you have every right to live. Because Shiro setting up Keith as his successor is also due to this belief that he won’t survive, that he never even had a chance. Keith always believes though, Keith never gives up on him.
Because you know Shiro doesn’t want to step down, doesn’t want to be rejected by Black. He’s just terrified there’s no place for him. That he’s unworthy of leading Voltron and even if he was, his time is quickly coming to an end. Shiro was the only one who saw through Black’s eyes, who traveled with her through the astral plane. He treasures that bond in a way Keith doesn’t because his whole experience has been grief-stricken and heartbreaking–it’s painful for him to sit in Shiro’s seat. Whereas for Shiro, his relationship with Black was something that really helped with his healing–mentally, emotionally, physically. He likes being Black’s paladin and is so happy when she opens up to him, likes the idea of being a hero. And to have his lion shut him out–even if it’s really not him–is still devastating
And Keith’s motivation for piloting Black was never between him and her. It was always for Shiro–to save Shiro, carry on with his last wish, to search for him, to continue onwards just as he’d want.
As if the very idea of moving on, of replacing Shiro wasn’t absolutely horrifying to Keith, as if he wasn’t the one who always believed in Shiro’s return and vowed to bring him home. As if he didn’t mourn and grieve him every step of the way, begging both Black and his team not to force this burden on him. As if being chosen by Black didn’t make him stop and plead because no this just couldn’t be real, Shiro couldn’t just be gone for good
I really do believe Keith’s bond with Shiro is a big part of what links him to Black, and this is reinforced by the fact that she first activates for him in both season 2 and season 3 when Keith expresses his desire to save or support Shiro. And you know what’s really interesting? The form their bayards take on is unique to the paladin, not the lion. Which is why Keith is still going Form sword! as Voltron’s head. Which means they can never do Blazing Sword again without Shiro. It requires both Shiro and Keith. Voltron’s most powerful attack, and it’s only born from the bond between these two paladins. This tells me that, someday, we’ll see them piloting this mech together again.
Personally, I’d really like to believe that Shiro will return to piloting Black. You know what else I think gives this away? Keith promises Kuron that he’ll always be there to save Shiro “as many times as it takes.” And we know that Black has let him pilot in the past out of a desire to save Shiro. So one day, when Keith manages to save the real Shiro, I think he’ll take up his mantle as the black paladin again. Because Keith leading has always been out of a love for Shiro and deep respect for what he wants. As soon as Keith thinks Shiro is back, he cedes control of the lion easily enough.
And going back to Blazing Sword again, that’s just not possible without both of them. Only Shiro can light that fire in Keith, and without him the spark’s just gone
It is the
29th of January, and I am eighty-nine years old, sitting in the
garden of my Sussex cottage and watching the world’s only consulting detective
play the violin. Her blonde hair is a mass of curls and the heels of her shoes
are sinking into the grass as she sways and dances with the instrument.
Sherlock has been dead for two years and missing him is an ache in my chest,
except for those brief moment when I close my eyes and listen to Rose coax his
instrument to life, and dream.
Daddy,” comes the soft murmur as the music stops. “I’m going to have to go
soon. Miranda said she might need me to look at this really interesting murder
I nod and
smile and get to my feet and-
I’m standing in a lab at Bart’s and the most
unearthly man I have ever seen asks to borrow my mobile and I say yes, and I do
not understand in that moment that I will never stop saying yes to this man.
under my cheek and Rose is crying as she turns me
I am strapped into a bomb and I am telling him
to run, and I do not know that I have just carved out his heart and taken it
for my own.
haloes her hair and tears fall on my face.
I am standing in front of a grave and asking
for another miracle, not knowing that my miracle is making his way toward me as
I stand there.
I try to
tell her not to cry. I am not sure if I succeed.
I am standing in front of the man I love with
tears on my face, and he draws me close and enfolds me in his boundless
at me and throws her phone to the ground and holds my hands in hers. The sky
behind her is fading to grey, and it occurs to me to wonder if I am dying.
I am wordless and at the end of my rope, and
Sherlock has mercy on me and kisses me and I know that I hold his heart in his
hands and he, mine.
speaking but I can’t hear her. There’s a sound like a train whistle, like a summons
bell, and I can’t hear her.
I am on my knees and I have just asked Sherlock
Holmes to marry me, and he falls to his knees with tears in his eyes and says
yes yes yes like a prayer or a song or the only word he knows.
her hand across my brow and smiles at me again, and the whistle fades.
I wake up every morning for a thousand days and
he’s there, sleep-rumpled and happy and smiling at me as though I’d hung the
“I love you,
Daddy,” she murmurs as her hand cups my cheek. “Thank you for staying so long,
I love you but it’s time to go.”
I’m watching my daughter get married and my
husband is at my side and we go home and cry tears of joy on each other’s skin
and make slow love in front of the fire.
Sherlock I love him, and I’ll see you again someday,” my daughter says and
kisses my forehead.
I’m standing at the foot of a hospital bed, and
monitors are screaming and doctors are shouting but they needn’t bother, he’s
already gone. Always rushing ahead, my beloved, leaving me to tag along behind
him. Well, no matter, I’ll catch up.
I am adrift
in whiteness but there, there is a tall shadow in the distance. A man, perhaps,
running. He has his coat collar up so he looks cool, and he’s shouting ‘Come
on, John!’ and I follow. I will always follow. My legs are young and strong as they haven’t been in forty years or more, and the head of the man in front of me is dark as the midnight sky, and I am young and he is young and we are young here, together. Forever.
I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance…That pure chance could be so generous and so kind…That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time…That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
Hello love, could you rec me your favourite 8th year fics on ao3?
Hello yourself! YES, I can absolutely do this and honestly I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. I am OBSESSED with 8th year fics and I hope I can recommend at least a few you haven’t read already! :)
*warning*: This is an Extremely Long List. It is in literally no order because I love all of these fics so much it is as if they are my own children and I couldn’t possibly rank them
Unexpected Consequences by Lauren3210 (39K)- Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different. This is one of the first fics I ever read and I still remember it clearly; it was THAT good! As an alternative to Azkaban, Draco is allowed to attend Hogwarts provided he agrees to a bond with Harry that makes him to do whatever Harry says. Naturally, once the feelings start this causes a lot of worrying and angst and klsfhd it’s just really really good! Also did I mention they share a private room? I know I can’t be the only one who lives for that.
Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73K)- Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable. Another of the first ever fics I read (and reread!) and MAN IS IT FUCKING AMAZING. The lust starts right from the beginning and there are *lots* of party games and a secret relationship and sweet moments and teaching of patronus charms and *sigh* I just want to go read it again right now!
Lumos by birdsofshore (41.5K)- Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking. FABULOUS fic in which they are roommates and then Draco wanks and then Harry wanks and then Draco and Harry wank at the same time, and then there are feelings!! A thousand times yes.
Strange Bathfellows by Bixgirl1 (27.5K)- It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love. Harry and Draco being forced to share a bath is everything I never knew I needed until I was blessed enough to find this fic. @bixgirl1 has MANY truly ✨FABULOUS✨ eighth year fics (for example Instruction for a Misplaced Slytherin (8.5K) in which Draco teaches Harry about sex and In Evidence of Magical Theory (43.5K), which features forced bonding) and you should definitely read them all, but Strange Bathfellows remains my favorite! :)
…So, I don’t really have any ships for Pokémon, but I absolutely adored the friendship of the original trio of Ash, Misty, and Brock. As I mentioned in the first day’s entry, it was interesting, watching them get to know each other in the Kanto arc and learn to work together as a team, and then see them as true companions when they headed off to Johto together–a perfect team, ready to support each other in every way. When they parted ways at the end of the Johto arc, it was the end of an era, and even though Brock would later return, it was never quite the same.
I don’t deny that Ash has had some wonderful companions since then, but there’s always a part of me that hopes that, someday, Brock and Misty will reunite with him again, just like the old days.