that thing she did that one time

Be a total b*tch? Lose your job and your child.

A few years ago I worked for a small company which had a one person sales staff and so decided to hire a woman I’ll call total b*tch to be the second sales person.

She came in and basically did everything possible to make life hell for the other two of us who worked in the office.

The two of us handled online content and in house IT work for this mostly online company, and she spent most of her first few days telling us how she thinks we should do our jobs instead of doing her own.

When we didn’t listen, she started literally calling our contacts and speaking on behalf of the company. We ask WTF she’s doing and she says “you’re not doing your jobs so someone has to do it”. She then tells the company owner how horrible we are and how she had to do our work for us.

She also made a mess of the office. A lot of that had to do with her bringing her infant child to work with her every day. She said she was going through a messy divorce and she didn’t want to pay for day care.

This is bad enough, but she routinely decided to leave her baby with the two of us because she “just had to step out for a minute” which was usually at least 30 minutes.

Once she was gone for half the day while we had to try to do our jobs and try to keep this kid from accidentally killing itself as it crawls all around the office grabbing at everything like a little kid does.

We’re sick of her shit so we decide to get revenge. The office was located in a shopping mall (weird for an online company but whatever) and the owner insisted we keep the doors open to the mall when we were there.

Normally we kept the total b*tch’s baby away from the doors with a little gate that kept it behind the desk area where we worked.

My co-worker decided on this fateful day to leave the gate unlatched, and pretty soon the spawn of satan crawls it’s way through and is playing out front before - you guessed it - crawling out into the mall area.

Whatever should we do?

The b*tch left us her number to call if we needed her, but she also provided her soon-to-be ex husband’s number in case of emergency since he lived very close to our offices.

Instead, we called the local police and told them a child had been left unattended in our offices and had crawled out into the mall area.

When we noticed the cops pulling up outside our area of the mall, my co-worker quickly called the soon-to-be ex husband and decided to inform him that the cops were at the mall saying they were going to take his child into protective services due to neglect by his soon-to-be ex wife.

This begins a chain of events that was beautiful in its perfection.

To set the scene, the husband is pleading with a cop holding his baby when the total b*tch walks up and starts flipping out at him, the cops, and pretty much everyone in the area. Of course we prop open the door front door nearest the scene just a little so we can hear it all.

She throws a tantrum for a short while before the total b*tch screams “give me my child!” at the cop, then literally tries to punch him while he is holding her child. The other cop takes her to the pavement and handcuffs her while she screeches like a banshee.

Just as the cops are picking her up off the ground in handcuffs, the company owner is arriving at the office and asks what’s going on since this is his recently hired salesperson and it’s happening right outside his offices. He’s calmly told the story by the police as the total b*tch pleads with him to help her and it’s all a big misunderstanding, blah blah blah.

He listens to them all and then calmly tells her she’s fired because he can’t have her causing a scene in front of his business like that.

The best part is that we later learn through mutual acquaintances that this came up in her divorce hearing and she lost custody of her child to the ex-husband because of what took place that day.


EDITED TO SAY: A few people have asked why we didn’t tell her she couldn’t leave her child there. We did. Many times. I even explained above that she offered excuses that she would only be gone a short period of time and then left. She clearly didn’t care.

Also, this was a small business with five total employees and the owner was clueless on most things and unhelpful.

Additionally, the child was never at risk. It crawled about one meter (three feet) onto mall flooring. We had eyes on it the whole time and could have been at its side in about three seconds if necessary.

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Upon the twins’ return home, Laelia found the house once again filled with noise and laughter. Izabella emerged from the guest bedroom, as serene as ever, however her face remained disapproving. 

“They’re noisy,” Izabella commented and twisted her mouth to the side. Laelia ignored the implication behind the comment and tickled Owen, who was now dancing on the couch. 

Laelia was never one to be rude to someone, especially if she knew the person had a hard time. Izabella didn’t understand these things, she guessed. She did grow up in a different type of home and from what Nate told her, a cold environment. Therefore, she let it slide.

“They get excited after their nap… Are you feeling okay, by the way?”

Iabella stared at Laelia, seemly confused by the show of concern. She paused and glanced over at Oren who seemed to be attempting a tumble before speaking.

“I’m… fine. I just… I will deal with it.I see why Nate was drawn to you. You’re unlike the people we knew growing up. You’re quick to understand and say yes easily.”

Laelia paused and glanced over at the pregnant woman. Unsure of exactly what Izabella’s words meant. 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a caryl prompt, where it takes place during 8x1 and after carol hugged him and told him to be careful and it took him extra long to get back to her and she was worried and when he finally did get back she attacked him in front of everyone? Please? Can you make it super fluffy :)

No one had seen him since his fight with Rick, even Carol taken back by the news that he’d hit Rick first. It wasn’t like him to start fights, not anymore, but you could always be damn sure he’d finish them.

That wasn’t her pressing issue right now though, her issue was that no one had seen him in almost a week and it was driving her sick with worry. 

Focusing on other things seemed fruitless, everything she did reminded her of Daryl in some way. She’d wanted to go search for him herself, but with Ezekiel in bad shape and her having minimal tracking skills, searching would have been a waste of time.

That didn’t stop her forcing Rick and Morgan to go after him though, her heart weighing a little bit heavier every time they returned alone.

A week came about and Carol felt the swell of nausea hit her as the two men came back empty handed. 

“We need to go to Hilltop,” Rick said solemnly. “We can ask Maggie if she’s heard anythin’, but we need to get things back in motion.”

She wanted to defy Rick. Wanted to shout and scream that they couldn’t stop looking until he was found. But she knew she couldn’t. She had to hold it together, in her mind Daryl was alive until found otherwise. 

“I’ll get ready to head out,” she said quietly, not another word uttered until they arrived at Hilltop that night.

Carol closed her eyes with a shaky breath as Maggie told her there had been no sign of Daryl around their parts. Keep it together.

“I’m going out first light,” she announced to everyone.

“Carol you can’t,” Rick protested.

“No Rick I can!” she yelled back suddenly. “If things were the other way around you know he’d be out there looking every day.” 

“Where would you even start? It’s not safe for anyone to go alone and-”

Rick was cut off when there was a sudden commotion by the front gates, Maggie taking the lead forward, calling up to the man at the watch tower.

“There’s a guy here, says his name is Daryl?” 

“Open the gates,” Carol demanded, the guy glancing to Maggie who gave him a nod of affirmation.

The second Carol laid eyes on him she sprinted forward, lunging herself at him, uncaring of the dirt and grime Daryl was covered in, uncaring of the curious eyes that watched the pair.

She’d gone at him with such force that her feet left the ground, Daryl dropping his crossbow to keep her held up in his arms.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” she practically whimpered into the crook of his neck, nuzzling into him to get as close as possible.

“M’sorry,” Daryl murmured, placing her back on her feet but keeping her in close to him. “Weren’t intendin’ on bein’ gone s’long.”

She pulled back, cradling his face in her palms, letting her forehead fall to his as screwed her eyes shut to stop the tears. 

“You can’t do that to me,” she whispered. “I thought I lost you.” 

Daryl nudged his nose against hers to make her look at him, his eyes telling her so much more than he could ever verbally express.

“Wouldn’t leave ya like that. Ya know me.” 

Carol nodded, the pads of her thumbs tracing his cheekbones. 

“People’re starin’,” Daryl murmured.

“Let them,” Carol answered, she wasn’t ready to let him go yet, not even close.

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Love Will Have Sacrifice

Chapter Nineteen: Done

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“Let’s play a game,” Finn and Poe woke up too, “you tell me things, and if you lie or withhold any information, I break a finger.” Phasma growled, tried to buck Rey loose, but Rey wasn’t taking it. She’d wanted to do this for such a long time. “Got it, bitch?” She nodded as best as she could. Rey started, “How long have you been working for Nihilus?”

“A week,” Almost as long as the breakup had been.

“Good, good. Now, what did you tell Nihilus about us? Hmm,”

“I didn’t.” She broke her pinky and Phasma screamed. No one came to help her though. “Okay, fine. I told him that you and Jessika were staying here. And I said that Ben was naive.” Of course she did.

“I don’t think that’s all.”

“I said that you would be easy to delete out of the equation if you and Ben were mad at each other.” Rey went quiet, but she slammed her fist into Phasma’s hand, shattering bone.

Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 

-”I HAVE BEEN FALLING FOR THIRTY MINUTES” 

-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 

-”DIRECT ME TO WHO’S ASS I HAVE TO KICK” 

-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 

-”YES! WE KNOW EACH OTHER, HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK!” 

-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 

-”MBLERG ITS ME” 

-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 

-”I CAN’T FLY THIS THING” “USE ONE OF YOUR PHD’S YOU HAVE PLENTY” “YEAH BUT NONE OF THEM ARE FOR FLYING ALIEN SPACE SHIPS!” 

-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 

-”YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” 

-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 

-”HULK NO! CAN YOU FOR ONCE JUST NOT SMASH!” “BUT BIG MONSTER!’

-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 


What Taylor did for Jimmy Fallon warms my heart. Simple, but very meaningful gesture. And to the people saying “she talks about herself too much”, you’re never been so wrong. One thing special about her songwriting, is that even if she’s talking about her experiences, it feels like she got into your mind and wrote a song about your life, and suddenly her stories becomes your stories. That’s why it’s beautiful to see Taylor singing the “squeeze my hand 3 times” line right after Jimmy told that story about his mom, because despite what you think, she writes lyrics anyone can relate to, in one way or another.

Nightmares and Bruises

Request: Could you maybe please do 56 and 79 with Billy from stranger things.

Prompt: 56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.” And 79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, i’s dangerous.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1623

A/N: BTW I do not condone any of Billy’s behaviour in stranger things. Thank you for the request!! Please feel free to request anything! Part 2 of this is a possibility if people want it.

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For the past year, ever since Steve had dragged her to Jonathan’s to confront Nancy and they had battled the Demogorgon, Y/N had suffered from terrifying nightmares. Her parents both worked for Hawkins Lab and had assured her multiple times that the old people had gone and that nothing like that would ever happen again. However, it didn’t reassure her. Her parents worked late most nights and would sometimes not even come home at all with only a brief phone call to tell her. When they weren’t home it was worse. She would wake up in cold sweats, breathing hard and sometimes crying.

This night was one of those. Shaking, Y/N swung her legs out of bed, pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, put her shoes on and left the house after locking the door. The air was cold and her hoodie didn’t provide much protection. There was a soft breeze that swirled the autumn leaves into the air which she watched as she walked down the road. There was little noise this time of night and it was beautifully peaceful.

Hiding her hands in her hoodie, she shuddered as the sound of a car engine roared through the silence. She moved to the side of the road for the car to pass but, to her surprise, it pulled up beside her.

“Y/N, right?” The driver said as she looked over to see it was Billy Hargrove. She nodded her head and he smiled. “What you doing out this late in the cold, princess?” Y/N and Billy knew of each other but had never actually spoken at school. That was mainly down to the fact that he was not nice to Steve.

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep” She studied the boy’s face and noticed a bruise beginning to form under his cheekbone.

“Want to come for a drive? I’d rather not leave you out in the cold.” He reached across and opened the door. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

Realising that he was probably right and that there was little chance of him actually turning out to be an axe murderer, she shrugged and climbed into the dark blue Camaro. The warmth from the inside of the car immediately engulfed her and she sank further into the seat as Billy set off.

“Anywhere particular you wanted to go, princess?” Billy asked glancing at the girl in his passenger seat.

“Not really” She muttered and looked out of the window as he turned on the radio and Rebel Yell by Billy Idol flooded the car. “What happened to your cheek?”

Billy glanced at her but she was still looking out of the window. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it the reason you’re out this late?” Y/N asked looking over at the blond.

“We’ve all got our demons, princess.” Was his response and she didn’t press him further. He thought most people would have and was suddenly glad it was her he had found and not anyone else.

They drove around aimlessly for a few hours, talking every so often and then letting the music fill the silence the rest of the time. He dropped her off at home and looked at the empty drive. “Where’re your parents?”

”At work. They either work really late or just stay at the office all night.” Y/N explained as she opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled softly.

“Anytime, princess.” He returned the smile as she shut the door and walked away.

This continued to happen frequently over the next month. Y/N would have a nightmare and would go for a walk to clear her head and most times Billy would pull up with fresh bruises and they would go for a drive. Neither of them spoke any other time; they would glance at each other at school but that was about it. Their conversation and friendship were limited to the inside of Billy’s car. Neither of them really minded. They found an escape in each other.

However, one night the normality of their meetings was broken. Y/N was, for once, sleeping peacefully, when there was a knock on her window. Sleepily she had sat up and would have gone back to sleep blaming it on her imagination if it hadn’t sounded again. She walked over to the window, opened the curtains and locked eyes with those familiar blue irises. She opened the window as she took in his face. There were bruises all over his face but unlike usually, his nose was also bleeding, his lip and eyebrow was split and there were bruises visible under his ripped shirt.

“Billy?” She questioned as he started to climb through the window and nearly fell, causing her to grab him.

“Hey, princess.” He muttered as he winced in pain.

“What happened?”

“My dad didn’t like the way I was talking to my step-mom.” He told her as she helped him sit on the bed. “I didn’t know where else to go.” He whispered as he looked at the floor.

“It’s okay. I’m going to get the first aid kit.” Y/N said as she motioned for him to stay put. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit with shaking hands.

She walked back into the room and sat next to him and started pulling things out of the kit. Bill turned to look at her and noticed her shaking fingers as she tried to pour some alcohol onto some cotton wool. He placed his hands over hers and she stopped shaking and looked at him. He nodded reassuringly and she began to clean the cuts on his face. She then pulled out the tea tree oil and gently rubbed a small amount into the bruises on his face.

“Could you…?” She trailed off as she gestured to his tattered shirt; unable to meet his gaze.

He just nodded and pulled it off. Her hands started shaking again as she rubbed the ointment into the bruises on his chest and then on his back. She packed the kit away and just put it on the floor next to her bed. “Do you… Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

“If you don’t mind.” He said shakily.

“Of course not.” She murmured as she climbed into bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in next to her as she switched off the light.

“Thank you.” He whispered as they started to drift off.

“Anytime.”

Him coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with his dad started to become regular thing. Not once did he look as bad as the first time and each time she was glad of it. She hated to see him hurt. Her parents had begun to spend more time at the lab lately so she was always glad for Billy’s company. It seemed with Billy by her side, the nightmares didn’t have the courage to attack. Billy had found a place where he actually felt safe and was reluctant to give it up anytime soon. They still didn’t talk at school but glances had evolved into smiles when they saw one another. Other people were beginning to catch onto them but no one ever saw them together.

“You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window. Especially when my parents aren’t home.” Y/N smiled as Billy climbed into her room from the darkness outside.

“Where’s the fun in that, princess?” He chuckled. There were small bruises in the shape of finger prints on each of his biceps. He sat on the bed as she grabbed a small bottle of tea tree oil that she now kept in her bedside table. No matter how many times he told her it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t listen so he had just started giving up and letting her put the ointment on the bruises.

“You staying?” She asked as she rubbed the ointment into each bruise on his arms.

“If that’s alright.” He whispered.

“Always.” She smiled and met his gaze. 

As she put the bottle away, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and trousers and got into the bed. After the first few times he had just started sleeping in his boxer shorts. She climbed in next to him and laid her head on his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his hips and her hand rested on his necklace right above his heart. One of his arms was wrapped firmly around her waist and the other played lazily with her hair. They had gotten used to sleeping in a tangle of limbs pretty quickly and now neither of them would have it any other way.

Y/N very quickly dropped off to sleep after she spent the previous night awake from her nightmares. Billy looked at her sleeping peacefully on his chest. He had tried so hard not to fall for her. Had tried so hard to convince himself they were just friends. But as he looked at her slowly moving with the rise and fall of his chest he realised it; he was well and truly in deep. He loved her.

reddie-loser  asked:

ok but every time richie accidentally slips out a cuss word/inappropriate comment in front of a teacher, eddie definitely defends it/pretends he said something else so he doesn’t get in trouble

oh my gosh, yes this is so real

+ i can see richie slipping up when the teacher asks what the did that weekend and richie’s like “got so high” and eddie is like “yES MISS WE WENT ROCK CLIMBING”

+ or when she tells them to go around the room and say what their favorite thing to do is and richie is like “eddie” and eddie’s just like “-s house? same rich, i love when you come over to hang out!!!!!!!!!” 

+ also one time richie slips him a note that just says “distraction pls. be right back. love u” and eddie raises his hand to ask about the dangers of unfiltered tap water, but in the middle of it he pretends to have an asthma attack and look for his inhaler for about 10 minutes

+ richie gets back in 7 with m&ms for himself and a snickers for eddie from the vending machine

+ once, the teacher asked the class if they would be attending the circus that was in town for the weekend and richie cut her off with “nope, nope, nope fuck the circus, fuck the clowns, never again

+ eddie just raised his hand and said “yeah, i have to agree with that one” 

+ they both got detention for that one, but they didn’t really mind because they just got to clean (makeout in) a classroom together for 2 hours 

Comedian Sarah Silverman confronted one aspect of the wave of sexual abuse and misconduct revelations that have come out in recent weeks: the anguish when the perpetrator is a friend.

“I wish I could sit this one out,” she says in a monologue for her Hulu show I Love You, America. “But then I remembered something I said on this very show: that if it’s mentionable, it’s manageable. So I’m going to address the elephant masturbating in the room.”

She means, of course, the comedian Louis C.K., one of Silverman’s best friends for more than 25 years.

“This recent calling out of sexual assault has been a long time coming,” she says in the episode that aired Thursday night. “It’s good. It’s like cutting out tumors — it’s messy and it’s complicated and it is gonna hurt, but it’s necessary and we’ll all be healthier for it.”

“It sucks, and some of our heroes will be taken down and we will discover bad things about people we like, or in some cases, people we love.”

Multiple female comics have accused C.K. of sexual misconduct, including masturbating in front of them. Last week, C.K. admitted that “the stories are true,” after previously declining to comment on the rumors about him. One of the women told The New York Times that for years afterward, she felt angry and betrayed, and the interaction was a factor in her deciding not pursue comedy.

Sarah Silverman Asks: ‘Can You Love Someone Who Did Bad Things?’

Photo: Screengrab by NPR/I Love You America on YouTube

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tv wlw appreciation week • favourite wlw character: alice pieszecki (the l word)

“hello and welcome to alice in lesboland

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LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.

Rhysand’s Sister
  • Her name was Nisha 
    • But her nickname was Nighbug 
  • She loved to fly, loved to feel the wind on her wings, loved looking at the land beneath her feet and the sky at her fingertips. 
  • She loved her father, a man no one could thaw. But she did. She was his princess. She could make him smile, make him laugh and whisper. But only at night. And only when they were alone. 
  • She loved her mother. She loved her mother’s hugs, enveloping her with her wings. She loved how her mother smelled, always like a fresh summers rain. She loved laughing with her, exploring the world with her and flying.
  • She loved her brother. He was older than her, always away, always for long periods of time. But when he came back he would spend every second of every day with her. He would read to her, dance with her, tell her stories, make her laugh and fly with her. 
  • She loved her friends. She loved Mor, loved how she played with her hair and dressed her up and taught her all the bad words. She loved Azriel, loved to play hide and seek because he was the best. She loved Cassian, loved how he gave her a knife and told her “never hold the pointy ends.” And she loved Amren, loved how she could make the little woman smile, loved how she would always get a gift. She loved them all with everything she had inside of her. 
  • She loved how they would make her laugh, would play with her and watch her when she flew. And they loved her too. 
  • She was loved by the people of Velaris. They would say “Hi” to her on the streets. They would give her gifts even if it was not her birthday, include her in any game they played and watch her soar through the sky. 
  • They thought they would get millennials with their princess. They thought they would watch her grow and smile and sing. Watch as she learned to fight, learned to defend, learned to live. They thought they would see her find a mate, get married, rule over them all. They thought they would see their Princess fly forever.
  • But they did not get this. Instead, she was killed. 
  • And when the news was told, when the black banners flew from the homes. When she was brought through the town one last time before she was buried. 
  • The only thing everyone saw was not how she looked as though she was sleeping. Not the flowers in her hair or her favorite dress she was in. 
  • No, what the world saw was that their little princess had no wings. 
  • At first, there was silence. Deafening, deafening silence.
  • And then the stars started weeping. 
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I don’t know why I keep doing this to her, but I also needed to get out my frustrations with a man who just has been trying to creep in my mind. Hopefully it’s over now. Here you go @silhouetted-beauty love you sis <3 

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“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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And there she sat by the kitchen counter, looking at her best friend lovingly, meticulously calculating whether to say the next few words. Her face giving away everything like words just wanting to escape from its prison. The alcohol in her system won, and finally she said, “That’s one of the things I love about you.” That’s it! She did it! But she still can’t tear away her eyes from Kara, as she tries to read her expressionless face. For a second, she was worried that she said the wrong thing, at a wrong time, but what Kara said next proved her theory wrong.

Bruise [ Epilogue ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 2.4k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by beautyeol

 The heat was singeing the back of his neck as he stared at the book in his lap, fingers dragging a pen lazily along the blank surface. The paper was dotted with small dark circles from the drips slipping from his once wet hair, making the ink blown out and faded like a dying firework. Her fingers combed through his locks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the blow dryer jostled side to side, tickling his cheekbones. He’d always loved her hands, loved to trace the lines carved into her palms and to feel her fingers laced through his. He loved to feel them skimming along his back when he woke up naked beside her. He loved to hold them when she was trying to cook, even if she insisted it was annoying. But most of all he loved the body they were connected to.

Chanyeol loved her.

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No one thought Meryl Streep would make sound Miranda the way she did
“I think we all had an idea of what Miranda would sound like. It was a strident, bossy, barking voice. So when Meryl opened her mouth and basically whispered, everybody in the room drew a collective gasp. It was so unexpected and brilliant.”
*Anne Hathaway on hearing Meryl’s voice for the very first time during the table read for “The Devil Wears Prada” in New York. The first time all three actresses were in the same room together.

“I remember that first table read and she just submarined everything -she didn’t even raise her voice, it was so frightening.” Emily Blunt recalled. “It was just so fascinating, and I think it’s actually one of my favorite things she’s ever done.”

I need to get something off my chest about fanfictions

I’ve been reading a lot of stories lately -mostly about Harry- where the female protagonist -his partner- finds herself being pushed away by him and keeps wondering what she did wrong. Ok, nothing too strange here. BUT, there’s always a point in the story where, despite all her lame efforts -like, cooking his favorite food and keeping his things organized when he comes home, like, WTF WHAT YEAR ARE WE IN-, he just keeps treating her like literal shit. And it’s not an empowering story about a girl getting out of a toxic relationship. On the contrary; it’s about a girl allowing his boyfriend to treat her like shit to the point where one, as reader, would -should- think “why does he even lives with her if he hates her so much?” or “girl, JUST DUMP HIM”, BUT NO. You can read comments like “bitch, try harder DON’T YOU LET HARRY STYLES GO. Now, what I want to say is: Can you, fanfic writers, stop romanticizing abusive relationships just because it’s Harry Styles? I’m honestly fucking tired of reading about girls humilliating themselves and allowing abusive and violent behavior (sometimes even getting hit) because after a few chapters he apologises and everything it’s right again. And I’m tired of it because the fact that you think that writing about being “a little mistreated” it’s ok if it’s by a famous guy and he apologises, it’s a contribution to perpetuate the idea that it is ok to cope with an abusive boyfriend if he’s famous (which btw I don’t think it’s very nice to put people you admire in that situation, why the fuck would you want to write about Harry hitting you?) and it’s not ok. Never. I don’t care if it’s Harry Styles, Tom Holland, the Pope or the fucking future king of England. Enough with this “ride or die” shit. 

Conclusion: Nothing justifies abusive behavior. Stop romanticizing that shit.

Bad Reputation

Originally posted by t-a-o-t-t

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: It wasn’t

Warnings: A N G S T

A/N: If you’re not a fan of angst, don’t read this. ALSO!! The second part to this made me cry it’s not done but i will finish it if you request a p2, proceed :)


I ran inside the apartment tears streaming down my face, I was sobbing uncontrollably, seeking the comfort of my boyfriend.

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gods and monsters

[stranger things / it crossover]

her voice had been in his head for as long as he could remember, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to understand what she was saying to him. and then one night he did, and everything turned upside down.

previous.

chapter one. the house on neibolt street

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