<b>Vanoss:</b> *staring at his reflection in the TV, having a staring contest with himself and getting slightly frustrated that he keeps loosing; passes out after the TV cracks upside down on the couch*<p/><b>Delirious:</b> *sings "I can show you the world" off key on the kitchen table for as long as he can stand; faceplants on the floor below, knocking himself out when he lost his balance (he'll be alright, just an absolute killer headache with his hangover)*<p/><b>Cartoonz and Marcel:</b> *try to play ping-pong; end up breaking the table when one of them flops on it trying to smack the ball and pass out on it when they fall from it breaking*<p/><b>Mini:</b> *raids the house and puts on about 20 pieces of loose clothing and sashays around like a queen screaming that he's so fabulous and eventually trips over Delirious and passes out on his fifth trip around the house*<p/><b>Wildcat:</b> *raids the fridge and eats almost everything including one and a half packages of sliced ham before noticing Delirious and Mini passed out and covers them in the rest of the ham before going to the toilet to puke up what he just ate*<p/><b>Smii7y:</b> *screams yeet as he throws random objects; a few hit people; one of them cracks the TV and scares Vanoss shitless; ends up passing out in the bathroom puking (they're partying where 18 is the legal age where drinking is legal)*<p/><b>Kryoz:</b> *brought a Nerf gun but lost the bullets while drinking so he just aims it at everything and goes "pew" and then celebrates that he "hit" it; gets in Tyler's way when he needs to puke and ends up getting thrown up on*<p/><b>Anthony:</b> *blacked out during the start; found a chef hat in the kitchen beneath the ham by Mini and put it on before somehow expertly making a cup of hangover remedies for everyone and goes to bed on the couch by Vanoss after looking at everyone's unconscious bodies questionably*<p/><b>Terroriser:</b> *strips down to only his briefs (again) and does the terminator expression; helps calm down Moo and passes out next to him*<p/><b>Moo:</b> *cries in the corner because he's getting too stressed about his responsibilities; basically drunkenly cried himself to sleep*<p/><b>Nogla, Lui, and Scotty:</b> *find a bedroom and camp out in there binge-watching old movies drunkenly commentating; pass out after the second movie*<p/></p>
I tap my fingers slowly on the
surface of the wooden table. He forgot. Like he said he wouldn’t. I prepared
dinner, put on one of my fitted dresses that he likes so much. Everything for
our anniversary. I toss the napkin off my lap onto the table and stand up from
the chair. There’s no point to wait for him anymore. As I step inside our
shared room, I grab for the zipper on my right side and open my dress; I kick
my high heels off as well. I take one strap at a time and let the dress fall at
my feet. I grab it from the floor and toss it to the bed. In the wardrobe I grab
for an oversized hoodie and some shorts before I grab for a suitcase on the top
of the wardrobe with the help of a chair. As much as I want to cry and scream my
pain away I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. I open
the suitcase and grab for a few clothing items and toss it into the suitcase
without caring about folding them. I am so focused on what I am doing that I don’t
notice the presence leaning against the door.
“What are you doing?” He asks with a
low voice. I roll my eyes without even looking at him.
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 57 - Candlelight and Confessions
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…
Chapter 57 - Candlelight and confessions
[Blake and Negan have a heart-to-heart over dinner…]
“You want to dish up?” asked Blake after a long ten minutes had passed, the spaghetti now perfectly done and the sauce smelling mouth-wateringly good.
She was still in the kitchen, and glanced over at Negan who was setting the table in the adjoining long dining room just over her shoulder.
If she hadn’t known him, she would have presumed that the tall dark-haired man, resembled almost a perfect husband. Setting the table for dinner, now having shrugged off his leather jacket, standing there in just a t-shirt, cocking an eye in her direction.
Negan, who was currently pouring out the remainder of Steve’s red wine into two clean glasses, gave a playful huff.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he said standing up straight and walking slowly back into the kitchen towards her. “What the fuck do I look like? A goddamn bus-boy?”
But Blake just smiled, shoving a clean dishcloth into his middle as she swished easily by him, glancing back at him teasingly over her shoulder as she went.
alec slowly turned the next page of his book, absentmindendly reaching for the cup of tea on the table. he was so absorbed by the reading that it took him several minutes before he realised magnus was standing across the table, quietly sipping his own tea, smiling fondly at him. “i didn’t see you there” alec says with that loopsided grin magnus loves so much. magnus only blinks, smile still on his lips. “everything okay?” alec asks, a bit of concern in his voice. magnus shakes his dead lightly. “you’re gorgeous.” alec looks down, ever lovestruck by the way magnus can make him feel just by complimenting him. he should be used to it by now, but the truth is, his heart will never stop racing when it comes to magnus. he gently closes his book, stands up and walks up to magnus, who’s still beaming at him. he takes the mug from magnus’ hands to place it on the table and wraps his arms around his neck. “you’re not bad yourself” he whispers, as magnus circles his waist and leans in for the softest of kisses.
Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.
“Harry! Harry? What
are you – “
answers Hermione without looking away.
Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato.
explains again, “He – Look what he did.”
Hermione’s eyes remain
fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war
is over. We’re all on the same side.”
“No, look what he did
to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.
Hermione and Ron
finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair
“That is surprising,”
“Maybe someone cursed
him?” Ron suggests.
“I hope not,” Hermione
frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried
constricts. “That’s this week?”
“Yes, Harry. I thought
you were the one stalking him?”
“Well he has been
sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he
almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.
Hermione shakes her
head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him
“I’m not stalking,”
Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his
point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”
Hermione smiles wickedly
and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then
what do I usually eat for breakfast?”
Harry tries to eye her
plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries
to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”
“That’s what I
“I’m not stalking
Malfoy,” Harry tries again.
Ron sniggers into his
morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”
Hermione rests her
head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go
over there and ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
Hermione closes her
eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his
hair is blue.”
“I can’t – “
“Mate, just go,”
Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this
all day if you don’t.”
Malfoy looks up in
surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”
“Malfoy.” Harry nods.
He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.
Malfoy drops his spoon
and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”
“No, I – why is your
hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.
One of Malfoy’s hands
automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment.
After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with
it?” He asks.
“No, not at all. It’s
just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione
and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.
“it’s poetic, Potter.”
Harry turns back to
Malfoy shrugs, and
looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It
made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”
Harry considers this. “Your
mother?” He asks, softly.
“Yes,” Malfoy says
into his cereal.
“Do you – I mean,
would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say
Malfoy looks up,
sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”
Harry feels his cheeks
reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.
“Of course,” Malfoy
says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?
“And you might
A small smile plays on
the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”
“Right, I didn’t mean
to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”
Malfoy tilts his head
and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.
“Okay,” Malfoy finally
says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his
Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.
“Go ask him, already.”
Malfoy looks up. This
time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”
“You know what.”
Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten
Harry stares at Malfoy’s
hair. “Why green?”
Malfoy shrugs. “Just
felt like it.”
Harry frowns. He
wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he
“His eyes are as green
as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.
“His hair is as dark
as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered
the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”
Harry feels himself
“Maybe I should have
gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might
“You remembered the po
“I wrote the poem,”
Harry frowns “But I
always thought Ginny – “
Malfoy shakes his
“Does that mean you –
that you used to – “
Malfoy interrupts with
a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”
Harry gulps. “Yeah.”
“I thought that was
Harry feels like his
knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand
through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.
Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that
was also obvious, Harry.”
And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to
dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.
Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He
has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.
Harry can’t stop
staring. Breakfast never stood a chance. Malfoy’s hair is pink.
He doesn’t even bother
to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin
side of the Great Hall.
Malfoy watches him as
he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “
Harry interrupts by leaning
down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run
through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is
on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.
shy/antisocial/introvert people at a party be like
•finding comfortable places to stay and enjoy the view
•dealing with “are you okay” “are you sad” “enjoy the fucking party ur not furniture” just because of your bored/sad natural resting face
• STRUGGLING WITH SMALL TALK WITH BARELY KNOWN PEOPLE
•watching people’s embarrassing moments when they think nobody saw em and just being like Ron u shouldnt pick your nose like that u nasty
•catering dudes who constantly smile at you while doing their shit is the most wonderful thing ever
• analysing E V E R Y T H I N G AND E V E R Y O N E
• being the weird silent one who stands by the food table/trash cans/bathroom/stairs
• improving your socializing skills with cats or flowers
• that creepy one staring at you
• that annoying one who keeps talking to you
• DEEP HATE FOR INSISTENT ENTERTAINMENT DUDES
• food is the only friend in all this shit
• trying not to fall asleep
• that “i wanna go home” persistent thought
Birdhouse Cabinet by Siebring & Zoetmulder Design Products
This Birdhouse Cabinet named side table that is obviously inspired by birdhouse, is a multi-functional piece of furniture designed with the reading people in mind. The top part is made of Birch Plywood, offering the gable of the roof as a book rest. This modern creation by Siebring & Zoetmulder Design Products fits well into a bedroom as well as a living room.
Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.
The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.
Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.