sorry these are so damn shitty

Sherlock AU 

Percival is Sherlock // Newt is John // Grindelwald is Moriarty


Come on guys! We all know the plot! Basically the same than the original serie, but Moriarty is still alive and they play a dangerous game in the London’s streets.


(sorry with all my shitty aesthetics but after the Doctor Who AU, I needed this in my life (and tbh I wasn’t sure about who can be Sherlock so yeah, Percy))

Doctor Who AU

Supernatural AU

Pretty Damn Respectable

Request: “Hi, this is my first ever request. I was wondering if you could do a story with either Sam and dean with the reader and it being her first time having sex? Hoping it could be really sweet but also detailed smut. Thanks” - @noodle2211

Pairing: Sam x virgin!Reader

Warnings; I mean, obviously smut, so there’s that

A/n: how could I not use this gif also sorry for how shitty this turned out. writing a fic at 2 in the morning probably wasn’t a great idea

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“So, then she tries to ask me for my number, and I swear, after the night we had together I almost gave it to her.” Dean told Sam, laughing.

“Dude. You need some friends, cause frankly, as your brother, I don’t want to hear about your conquests in that much detail.” 

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well. Anyways, that reminds me, how was Y/N?” He asked, smirking.

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Labor and Toil, Part 4. A Rowaelin Fanfiction.

Hey, sorry this so long! I really don’t know how I feel about the ending, but whatevs, you all will just have to tell me about it. Anyways, here it is, and I will probably do some form of an epilogue or the scene where everybody meets the new Princess, idk. Love you all!!


 Aelin Galathynius was having a shitty day so far.
Even though, soon she supposed, it would be one of the happiest days of her life. But right now, it was pretty shitty.
 With another long groan, she fell back against Rowan, her damn dress damp with sweat. Rowan carefully placed an icy cloth on her brow, murmuring soft words in her ear. She savored the feel of his hands running down her arms in careful, soothing motions. Aelin made herself open her eyes, and found Rowan’s eyes trained on her.

  “What?” She bit out, harsher than she’d meant to.
Rowan pursed his lips, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How do you feel, Fireheart,” he said with Fae softness.
 She wanted to snap at him, tell him that she felt like she was pushing their child out of her womb, but she leashed herself.
 “I’m tired, sore, and I feel nauseous.” She said plainly, wriggling back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Yrene made a noise from the end of the bed, and got up, getting a glass of water, which she offered to Aelin.  She took it gratefully and sipped from it slowly, the cool water calming her insides. Rowan lifted the cloth again and sent a jolt of ice through it before placing it on the back of her neck. Aelin sighed again, handing the glass back to Yrene, who took it and pressed her fingers into the hollow of her wrist, checking her pulse.
   “You really are doing well, Aelin, and you are moving along quickly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the baby was here by tonight.”
 Aelin nodded, but said nothing, as she could feel her gut begin to tighten and cramp. “Rowan—”
Her mate knew what she couldn’t say, and intertwined his hands with hers’.
 “You can do this, Aelin, breathe,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re doing brilliantly, love.”
Aelin felt something shift, and she let out a scream, pushing as hard as her body would allow. Yrene moved to the end of the bed, bracing her hands on either of Aelin’s shins.
A sharp intake of breath met Aelin’s ears and panic rose in her chest.
  Behind her, Rowan tensed. “What? What’s wrong” He snapped.
Yrene let out a chuckle, and raised her head. “Just keep pushing Aelin, you’re doing wonderfully.”
  Aelin didn’t feel the least bit calmed, but did as she was told, digging her nails into Rowan’s hands as she pushed.
 A savage groan escaped her and she felt her already hot face heat further, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as Yrene gave her a brilliant smile.
 “I see a baby, Aelin.”
Aelin’s words were caught in her throat as she threw back her head against Rowan’s shoulder, tears forming in her eyes as pain ripped through her.
  “You really are almost there, Aelin. I just need a few more pushes, then you can see your baby,” Yrene murmured softly, gesturing for one of the fresh faced young women to come to stand next to her.
 Rowan, she noticed, had gone silent, and she reached a hand back to grab his shoulder. He started a bit, then kissed her hair.
  “I’m fine, Fireheart, don’t worry about me, just focus on the baby, you can do this.” He mumbled into her hair, but Aelin knew his nerves were getting the better of him, but she didn’t say anything. Because the same was going on inside of her, but that didn’t matter, because they’re baby was almost there and Aelin was ready to meet her child.
  So she released Rowan’s shoulder, and inhaled deeply.
“Aelin, when I tell you to push, push. Understand?” Yrene stated, her voice steady and even. Aelin gave a weak nod, and slid her hand back into Rowan’s, the comfort of his scarred skin and callouses calming her.
  But something felt different, something was—
 “Push, Aelin.” Yrene demanded, and Aelin groaned as she pushed, trying not to focus on the insanely uncomfortable feeling. She panted heavily, then hissed as Rowan slid out from behind her.
He came to stand beside her, his eyes burning into hers.
“Keep pushing, Aelin. You are doing beautifully, Princess.”
  Aelin gave a tortured scream as something inside her shifted.
No. No, something was wrong.
 “Yrene,” she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets.
“Something’s— Not right!” She screamed the last words, fisting a hand in her hair.
  Oh, gods! No, her baby…
Please! Please, she begged the gods, let my baby live, let me live!
Aelin couldn’t form a thought— she couldn’t breathe, to many things were happening. She couldn’t breathe!
Rowan made a small noise, meeting her eyes. “Aelin, you’re going to be fine, don’t think like that—”
But then Yrene was ushering him out of the room, growling just as loudly as Rowan when he began to argue.
“Rowan!” She shouted desperately, wanting to scream at Yrene for forcing him out of the room, but the healer was right.
 Right now, the healers needed the room.
Yrene dashed back to the foot of the bed, running a cool cloth up her leg.
“Aelin, you— Breathe deeply, keep breathing. We are going to deliver this baby, so help me Silba. Sanetur, help the Queen with her breath, Mulier, I want you to help me with the baby, she is coming a bit awkwardly!”
 Aelin vaguely sensed Yrene shouting something else, but she could only focus on the words swirling around in her head.
 Stay, Aelin, don’t leave, not after all we’ve done, stay Aelin. You can do this, love. Keep breathing.
 It was Rowan, through the bond.
“Rowan,” she whispered, fighting fiercely against the darkness that loomed.



   Rowan paced as he heard shouting from the other room.
He fisted a hand in his hair, swallowing once, twice, three times. Just trying to calm himself.
 Oh gods, never in his life had he felt so helpless, so utterly unable.
“Please,” he whispered to the empty room. “Let her live.”
  Another guttural scream echoed in the room and Rowan nearly fell to his knees.
He plopped down on the couch, bowing his head.
“Please, let her and the child live,” he whispered. “Please, please.”
He didn’t even know who he was praying to, and he didn’t even care.
All Rowan Whitethorn wanted to hear was that his wife was all right.
  For another ten gut wrenching minutes, Rowan sat there listening intently, hoping to glean some form information from the near silent room. But then—
 A wail cut through the silence, then hoot of joy. Rowan felt his eyes fill with tears, and he scrambled off the couch, bolting towards the door. His child was on the other side of that door. Rowan began to push open the door, but was met with one of the young healers throwing it open. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of a squirming pink baby in the arms of Yrene.
  “King Rowan, come in!” Yrene shouted, and he stepped to her side, eyes flicking from Aelin to the baby and back again about a million times.
 Aelin was panting, tears streaming down her face as she stretched out a hand for her child.
“Rowan, our baby, let me hold her, please, Rowan.” She begged, tears falling down anew.
But Rowan’s attention caught on that word— her. He glanced back down at the babe, who was being checked by the healers.
 It was indeed a little girl, her head covered in fine silver-white hair— like his own.
He stepped to Aelin’s side, grabbing her hands in his and pressing kisses to her brow.
“Let them check her, Fireheart, let them check, then we can see her.” He murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. The healers began to wipe the babe with a cool cloth, cleaning the child.
 
  Rowan felt the world go silent as Yrene walked to him, holding out the child.
Tears fell down his face as the woman gently deposited the girl in his arms, murmuring something he couldn’t hear. The breath escaped him as the child reached out a clenched fist, gurgling nonsense.
  “Rowan,” Aelin mumbled, reaching out her hands.
   Rowan nodded distantly, turning slightly to place the girl in Aelin’s arms. She was so tiny, and her eyes— they were Aelin’s eyes.
Aelin sobbed as the babe reached out a fist to grasp the finger Aelin had begun to wiggle before the small child.

   Through the haze of his love and utter amazement, Rowan sensed Yrene coaxing something to Aelin’s lips, which she drank without protest. The healer murmured something about being back in a little while, they would need to check Aelin in a few minutes. But the three women left them in near-silence, the only sounds the soft cooing of Aelin as she brushed her fingers along the child’s head.
 Something inside Rowan broke at the fierce love and warmth flowing from Aelin, her eyes
  Rowan sat down gently, trying not to jostle Aelin as he wriggled onto the bed. With a small grunt, she shifted her legs and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder. Rowan didn’t think he’d breathed in the past ten minutes.  
 “Name,” he rasped, a hand coming up on its own to settle on Aelin’s hand.
Aelin wet her lips, leaning down to kiss their child. “Evalin? I think it would fit her?” Aelin’s voice was tired, but not weak. No, it was as if the child had sent a jolt of energy through Aelin.
Rowan kissed his mate’s head softly, “Your mother’s?” He paused, running a careful finger across Evalin’s brow.
“A fitting name indeed.”
Aelin huffed a laugh, sniffing delicately as tears started falling again. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Aelin breathed.
 All Rowan could do was nod.
   Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been on the earth for over three hundred years, and in that moment, watching his wife kiss their baby girl’s forehead was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.



   Aelin Galathynius was tired, more so then she wanted to admit, but she stayed awake, talking quietly with Rowan as the healers did a final check on Evalin, and looked her over. They gave her a bitter tasting tea that was supposed to help any bleeding, and a mild pain tonic, soon after they left, murmuring their blessings as they went.
 Aelin sighed in contentment as she held Evalin to her breast, sleep tugging at her eyes. Through her exhaustion, she felt Rowan shift a bit behind her.
“Rowan?” She mumbled, her tongue heavy in her mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I want a message sent to Lys and Aedion, and one to the Cadre. Tell them it’s a girl, and that we’ll see them tomorrow,” she paused thinking. Maybe it was selfish of her, but right now, she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone interrupting their little bubble of solitude. “Tell them not to worry.”
 Rowan hummed and slid out from behind her, puffing the pillows around her before allowing her to lay back.
He looked her over, his eyes lingering on the child currently suckling at her breast. He leaned in, kissing her softly.
“You’re beautiful. Both of you.”
Aelin smiled tiredly against his soft lips, “I still feel as though I’ve swallowed Abraxos.”
 Rowan brushed a hand through his hair, the same color as their daughter’s, “Maybe, but you are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Aelin.”
  Her cheeks flushed, but she rolled her eyes, shifting Evalin a bit. “Get the message sent, I don’t want them stampeding in here.”
Rowan chuckled, and crossed the room to jot down the note on a spare bit of parchment. Aelin watched as Rowan stepped out the door.
Aelin leaned down, kissing Evalin’s brow. The little girl gave a wet gurgle of laughter, and Aelin felt tears well in her eyes again.
 She adjusted the blanket swaddling Eva, “How you doing, sweetie? Daddy will be back in a minute.”
   Aelin smiled widely as Evalin went back to her breast, and suddenly Aelin felt the enormity of what she just done.
She just brought a child, a little girl into this world, and now she sat with her daughter and her husband in their chambers.
  A trill of laughter escaped her lips and as Rowan stepped back in, he cocked a brow. “What?”
Aelin shook her head, “Nothing, come back to bed.”
 Rowan gave a brisk nod, and walked to the other side of the bed, sliding in next to her. Aelin watched as Rowan smoothed a gentle hand over Evalin’s small head, his face soft and gentle, a new sort of grin tugging at his lips.
 “You have made me the luckiest male to have ever walk this earth, Aelin.”
Aelin closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill, and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder.
 “I love you, Rowan.”
“I love you, too.”
Aelin felt Evalin pull away, gurgling a soft noise before nuzzling back against Aelin.
“I think that’s her way of saying ‘I love you’.” Rowan mumbled into her hair.
   Aelin could only mumble her agreement before she nodded off.



  Rowan watched as sleep seeped over Aelin, her head pressing into his shoulder. With a quiet laugh, he eased them both back into the pillows. He stayed up until Yrene came knocking, asking to check on Aelin once more.
The healer quickly did her work, then reminded Rowan he should get some sleep. Rowan nodded slowly, then looked down at Aelin and Eva.
  “Does Aelin need to nurse tonight? Does Eva sleep with Aelin?” Rowan felt a blush creep up his neck. He should know this.
 But Yrene gave him a gentle smile, “I’ll lay the babe down, you sleep. If Eva needs to nurse, which she will, she’ll fuss. Wake Aelin, she’ll know what to do.”
Rowan nodded, watching as Yrene gently scooped the sleeping girl out of Aelin’s arms. Evalin didn’t stir, but Aelin jerked awake.
“Is everything okay? Yrene?”
Rowan laid a hand on Aelin’s arm, “We’re putting Eva to bed, Aelin.”
  His wife nodded, her eyes still flickering over to Eva.
Rowan tracked Yrene as she gently placed the still sleeping babe in the crib. “Aelin, if you feel any discomfort or feverish, contact me. I’ll be here in the morning, after you see me you can have visitors. None before.”
Aelin gave a weak nod and closed her eyes, wriggling back into the pillows. Yrene smiled at the now-dozing queen. “Make sure she drinks plenty of water, King, she’s lost lots of fluids. And she’ll need to eat a good meal in the morning, it’s been a while since she’s eaten.”
Rowan bit his lip, Aelin hadn’t eaten all day. He’d make sure she got something in the morning.
“And make sure Evalin sleeps on her back, nothing in the crib with her.” Yrene began towards the door.
  “And Rowan,” she looked back at him, a threat in her eyes. He braced himself.
“I mean it about no visitors. Aelin needs rest, as does the baby. I’ve already had Aedion and Lysandra at my door needling me for details.”
Rowan let out a quiet laugh. He didn’t doubt that one bit.
“Good night, Rowan. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”
Rowan bid the woman goodnight and began shucking off his clothes. In his undershorts, he slipped into bed, next to Aelin. Brushing a chaste kiss over her brow, he tucked the blankets around Aelin, and with half a thought he snuffed out all the candles in the room.
  With his thought’s whirring in his mind, and love flowing from his heart, Rowan Galathynius closed his eyes, the image of Aelin holding their child in her scarred arms flickering in his mind.

tis the season yo: a guide to not being a shitty customer this december
  • if the line is long, why are you surprised? it’s 2016, you have a phone. play some apps or go on Facebook while you wait. I know the line is long, that’s why i keep saying “sorry about the wait” when you get to the damn register. i’m going as fast as i can.
  • speaking of lines, if you try and push in because you only need one thing, tough shit. back of the line.
  • have a list so you don’t get up to the counter and go “shit, i forgot aunt linda’s present” and have to either a) leave all your purchases at the counter and run to the back of the store to get aunt linda’s fucking present while everyone else waits in line or b) take all your purchases and do the walk of shame to the back of the store to get aunt linda’s fucking present and then rejoin the back of the line which has gotten longer while you’re away, because fuck you.
  • make sure you have enough cash, or money in your account, and if not, have a damn banking app so you can rectify that quicksmart so you don’t have to a) make everyone wait in line while you transfer money around or b) do the walk of shame to the back of the queue while you transfer money around.
  • also on this topic, please keep track of where your wallet is. you have one job - being able to pay for the shit you wanna buy. if your wallet is in the car, at the bottom of one of your shopping bags, in the changing rooms, you cannot do your job, and you had one job, which was to pay for the shit you wanna buy.
  • say please and thank you. i’ll go a million miles for a customer who’s nice for me. that said, i’ll go a million miles for a customer who’s a dick, but i’ll do those million miles very slowly.
  • if someone’s in the store in a uniform but missing a vital part of that uniform - like a hat, apron or nametag - or has a jacket on over their uniform, chances are they’re not clocked on, are shopping before work, or are on their break. leave them alone.
  • if an employee does a nice job for you, maybe ask for a feedback form to fill out giving them some kind words, like “i was there on this day and cashier X was not terrible. she was pretty fucking good.” most major retail stores have these somewhere, or email the store telling them that X was a brilliant cashier and polite and all that. at the worst, it gets ignored; at the best, the employee will get some kind of reward from management. and it’s nice to be appreciated.
  • check the website if you can, to see if the store has something. if it’s not on the website, they probably don’t have it. amazing, i know.
  • bring reusable bags. this is just a preference, and more and more stores are charging for bags. i do enjoy seeing the light in a customer’s eyes die when i tell them i need a dollar before they can use a bag, especially if they’re a dick.
  • why would you pay with a cheque.
  • why would you not know your own PIN.
  • chances are, if you’re entering a store, you’re agreeing to let them check your bags on the way out. don’t bitch and moan at the person checking them. if you haven’t stolen shit, let them check. if you have stolen shit, it better be necessities.
  • if you’re coming into the store and they’re about to close, someone better be dying and require whatever you’re buying to live.
  • keep ya fucking receipt ya drongo. if you’re shitty at keeping receipts/the person you’re giving the present to is shitty at keeping receipts, take a photo of the receipt because a lot of stores accept that as proof of purchase these days. 
The Bees Knees

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Sebastian Stan x Teenager! Reader x Chris Evans

Request: So I’m going in for knee surgery tomorrow and I’m feeling kinda down about it, so could you do something about Chris or Sebastian taking care of the reader after a surgery?

A/n: SO LOOK. I KNOW I’M USUALLY AN ASS ABOUT THE RULES BUT FUCK THEM FOR RIGHT NOW. I AM LITERALLY SO FUCKING HAPPY AND IN SUCH A GOOD GOD DAMN MOOD. HOLY FUCK THIS NEVER HAPPENS

AND I GET TO SCIENCE AGAIN!!!!! AM I SCIENCE BRO YET

Genre: Friendship, Family, Humor

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Surgery, swearing, slightly crude humor, WORRIED BROS

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

For anybody else, knee surgery wouldn’t really be a worry. But for you, it was the biggest and most terrifying moment of your life. Here you were, a young and healthy (age) year old going through knee surgery. Of course, torn cartilage or any slightly minor injury can happen to anyone, but to have a completely shattered patella? You really don’t see that everyday. How did that happen? Well, let’s think back.

You were filming a scene with Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans for Avengers: Infinity War. You were a villain that had to fight Bucky and Steve, almost killing Bucky but ultimately being killed by Steve. In one of the fight sequences, you had to run off a platform onto a shorter, farther platform. When you had ran, you had miscalculated the time and when you tried to land, you landed on the edge right on your knee cap, shattering the whole thing. 

Now, being the youngest, everyone was worried sick. But being the best friend of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan? Well, they might as well be your mother. Both of them. Chris had been the one to put you in the back seat of the SUV, and Sebastian had been the one to drive like hell. When you got to the hospital, you were screaming, you were in so much pain. You would never forget the look on Sebastian’s face.

The look of fear and helplessness, of wishing he could take the pain away. Chris had tears in his own eyes, still in his Captain America suit, as Sebastian was still in his. Sebastian had held your hand, soothing you with Romanian words that you couldn’t understand, but still appreciated. You remember when the doctor suggested taking you in for X Ray and the two men stayed with you the whole time as you cried and whined in pain. God, you’d never felt pain like this in you life and you never wanted to feel this again. 

After that, the doctor told Chris and Sebastian that they were going to perform surgery. Talk about overprotective mother ducks! 

-BEFORE THE SURGERY, FLASHBACK-

Sebastian was holding your hand gently. 

“(Y/n), they’re gonna put you under for surgery.”

You whined and cried. 

“Please! It hurts s-so fucking much.”

Chris looked over at the doctor and then at you, kissing your forehead. 

“I don’t think we should keep you for another moment, sweetie. Come on, Sebastian.”

Sebastian nodded and bit his lip. He didn’t like seeing his best friend in so much pain. He couldn’t do a thing about it; he couldn’t take it away. Sebastian felt helpless. Looking to his friend, Chris, he knew he shouldn’t feel so self-centered. Chris was just as worried as he was. As they wheeled her away, Chris murmured beneath his breath.

“Stay strong, (Y/n).”

Sebastian could only think the same thing.

-AFTER THE SURGERY-

You were still asleep, but Chris and Sebastian stayed with you the whole time. With one man on either side of you, each holding a hand, they spoke quietly. 

“Today was…eventful.”

Chris said. Sebastian looked up and muttered unhappily.

“Ya think? I hope they don’t let her go because of this.”

Chris stayed quiet. They might have to, but he secretly wished they wouldn’t as well. (Y/n) was his best friend, as well as Sebastian’s. She lit up the whole casts day, and made everyone on the laugh every time she came in for filming. She was a total sweetheart, and Chris hated to see her in so much pain. Looking at (y/n)’s face, Chris could only sigh and then say.

“I’m gonna text the guys and tell them that she’s doing ok. Want anything?”

“A coffee, if you don’t mind.”

Chris nodded and stepped out, laying a gentle kiss on the young girls hand. When he stepped out, Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. Chris was such a kindhearted man, and was so caring. (Y/n) was lucky to know such a sweet man such as Chris. It was amazing how much of an older brother Chris acted towards her. But, then again, Sebastian, himself, acted the same. But who in their right mind would deny (Y/n) of such acts of kindness?

She did more for the crew than anybody else. She ensure their happiness. It was only right that someone, like Chris and himself, returned the favor. 

-END FLASHBACK-

It was a hectic day and night, but in the morning, Sebastian, Chris, and you were all laughing. Chris asked after a moment. 

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. Still really numb and a bit tired, but I’m gonna be ok. How about you guys? I’m sure I scared the hell out of you guys.”

“That’s an understatement.”

Sebastian teased lightly. You glared at Sebastian and he chuckled. You couldn’t help but chuckle and then exclaim.

“Alright, bring it in!”

The boys immediately hugged you and you smiled, hugging them back.

“What would I do without my favorite, wanna-be big brothers?’

“Probably dying with a shattered knee.”

“Shut up, Chris. It was a rhetorical question.”

“But-”

“-SILENCE.”

[END]

God damn it Voltron Fandom, calm down

Look, this is basically just gonna be a rant about some of the INTENSE shipping wars that are going down at the moment. Yes, there are quite a few ships fighting but I’m gonna talk about the main two. Klance and Sheith.
Ya’ll need to stop being so salty about this seasons interactions between both ships. Sheith shippers are extremely happy about the amount of screen time there ship got, while on he other hand Klance shippers are quite annoyed with the small amount of interaction between there ship. On that note Klance shippers also seem to be putting Sheith shippers down in a multitude of ways. One way being the scene in which Keith refers to Shiro as being a ‘brother’ to him. Ya’ll Klance shippers immediately took that info to try and fuck up anyone who loves and supports Sheith. Now, I’m not just here to shit on the Klance shippers because I personally do ship Klance myself but the Sheith shippers have also come through and are retaliating and it’s not going down well.

We all just need to appreciate the show and appreciate each other.

So you know what guys? Yes, it is agreeable that this show does have some pretty shitty ships that some may not agree with and it’s totally fine to ship whoever you want.

DO NOT listen to others who try to put you down for your ship and DO NOT try and put them down for theres.

FitzSimmons pregnancy headcanon

I sent this to @agentcalliope as I was falling asleep last night, and she has demanded that I share it here:

They keep it on the down low for a while.  Some Jews are superstitious about telling people too early and I can totally see Jemma being like “it’s better to be safe than sorry in this instance” and Fitz giving her so much shit for being superstitious.  While technically immediate family is okay, they still don’t tell their parents until a couple months in, after she’s showing (though only just).  It’s Fitz mum they tell first and it’s kinda impromptu.  Maybe it’s because they’re on the phone and she’s begging him to have dinner with his grandmother/aunt/estranged father when they’re in the states so that they’ll stop pestering her and Fitz is like “Fine, whatever, but there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.  Jemma’s pregnant.”

“…”

“Mum?”

“You need to be happy for her.”

“What?!”

“She’s your best friend, Leo.”

“Mum, what are you on about?”

“Look, darling, I’m not an idiot.  I know how you feel about her.  But, please, she needs you to be happy for her.”

“Can…can you hold on a second?  Jemma!  Jemma!  …did we never tell our mums we got together?”

“…oh no…”

“Shit.”

I’ll do anything to make myself feel pretty again
Cause you scarred me and made me forget I was pretty within
My friends told me I should of left yo ass that 1st time you cheated, I swear I should of listened, cause look you did it again
What is it? Is it cause I ain’t fit like these other bitches?
Sorry I ain’t perfect and thick like these other bitches
But I did everything for you that the others didn’t
I was even there when yo family was acting different
And I still got cheated on… I guess I wasn’t pretty enough
I bet she had bigger tits and a Brazilian butt
I was already insecure now I just feel shitty as fuck
Got me looking in the mirror trynna analyse my figure
Telling myself I’ll never be good enough for no man
So I don’t love no man…
Damn, but you? I cared for you, I was always there for you
When life was looking bold I was always here for you.
Shed a couple tears for you, made a couple prayers for you
Hoping you would change 1 day
But nah you never did and you never will
You just love getting around like a Ferris wheel
Destroying my self esteem and you ain’t care how I feel
What did you find in them bitches anyway? Whats the big deal?
I completely changed from that shit
My heart cold now, you the one to blame for that shit
My next Relationship I promise I’ll be trained for that shit
Cause now I’m thinking like a nigga so I don’t get played like a bitch.
He said: But we can fix this baby..
Nah nigga it’s too late for that shit
I lost myself, I been smoking more and drinking again
Partying every night and randomly sleeping with men
Cause I just wanna fucking feel pretty again!
—  Pretty Again. 

unrosie  asked:

i'm a salty lesbian bc my coworker took it upon herself to out me in front of a newer worker at our store (i'm v comfortable in my sexuality but idk how this new worker would react to that!!! like, damn) and ever since then this new worker has been treating me so differently like i'm not human or something and it's so frustrating :/

:( I’m sorry, outing people is shitty and not OK, and I hate when people treat others weirdly like that when they find out they’re gay. that’s so awkward in a work environment too. hope it works out and things can at least be professional

“WOULD YOU ALL JUST FUCKING STOP FUCKING SWEARING LIKE A BUNCH’A FUCKIN’ TEENAGERS! I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK THIS! FUCK ALL YOUR COUCHES! IF I HEAR SO MUCH AS ONE MORE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING SWEAR OUT OF ANY OF YOU! I WILL PERSONALLY FUCKING BEAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR ASSES AND YOU WILL REMEMBER THE FUCKING BEATINGS FOR THE REST OF YOUR SHITTY LIVES AND HAVE FUCKING NIGHTMARES ABOUT IT REMINDING YOU THAT RINKAH WILL FUCKING DECK ALL OF YOU IF ONE OF YOU SWEARS ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING TIME!”