that was an accident but i'm going to let it stick

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

senior syndrome

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, college vampire au

word count: 3,131 

written for: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @bunimalsfiberdolls !!!!!!! 

notes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Marcus wakes up thirsty.

He blinks, scrubbing at the corners of his eyes. There’s a suspiciously crusty stain on the inside of his bedspread; it isn’t white, but it’s not not white, either. He doesn’t know which pledge had laundry duty last week, but he thinks it was probably Goyle. Goyle always forgets to add detergent. Possibly, Goyle isn’t actually aware he’s supposed to add detergent.


Marcus rolls over. His tongue is sticking to the roof of his mouth, and his throat feels dry and rough and a little like he might’ve accidentally gargled paint thinner. A strange burning sensation is piercing his gut; if he concentrates, he can almost trace it back to a gently pulsating spot between his tonsils.  

Swallowing hurts.  

Swallowing hurts a lot.  

He vows not to try that again, and then idly wonders if he’s getting sick. That would suck. Hooch is picking captains at the end of the week, and Marcus would really enjoy stripping that fuzzy felt “C” off Wood’s jersey. Especially now. Especially after three months of silence and stupid passive aggressive Snap stories featuring way too many fishing boats. And lakes. And sad, ugly, shirtless Canadian bros who definitely didn’t need to, like, molest Wood so thoroughly.  


Marcus’s stomach rumbles.

He instinctively swipes at his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

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the signs as bob ross quotes
  • aries: "i like to beat the brush"
  • taurus: "beauty is everywhere, you only have to look to see it"
  • gemini: "there is nothing wrong with having trees as friends"
  • cancer: "not all trees grow up to be perfect, a lot like people"
  • leo: "let's get crazy!"
  • virgo: "it's wet, slick and ready to go!"
  • libra: "i'm just crazy about ladies"
  • scorpio: "you gotta think like a tree"
  • sagittarius: "here i am the dictator and i can do what i want"
  • aquarius: "we don't make mistakes, only happy accidents"
  • capricorn: "maybe in your world, we aren't all straight sticks"
  • pisces: "just let your brush wiggle and have fun"

anonymous asked:

This isn't a prompt or headcanon but I just love when I see people talking about the squip squad doing things in NJ. I'm from NJ and it's so fun to hear people hc them going on the boardwalks and stuff. Do you have anymore headcanons for them doing things in NJ? ((This is a weird ask crap I'm sorry))

No no that’s so great I’m glad you can enjoy the headcanons! I’m personally not from NJ myself, Ima Mass girl, but I love visiting NJ, so I’ll have to base these on my experiences at wild woods and Atlantic City :0 !!

- The scariest things about their trips to these places is Michael because they always go when it’s sweltering hot but he’s still wearing that damn hoodie.

-One time at Atlantic City Jeremy and Michael walked into a casino by accident because they saw a free buffet sign, and then walked into a room full of slot machines with a giant sign saying “no one under 18 allowed”, got scared, and ran out

-When they told Rich about this he dragged Jake in saying “17 is close enough to 18”

-Christine and Jenna makes them all matching shirts when they go on these trips because they can’t lose anyone

-Jake wears shorts on these trips and anytime he sits on something he instantly gets up and yells “fuck!! Hot!!” He never learns his lesson

-one time Jeremy joked around about feeding this one sea gull that was staring at him to see if others would come, then rich said “do it. Trust me, they’ll come” not only did an entire flock come for that fry, Chloe claims she saw one kill another and one seagull followed them back to the car.

-Chloe and Brooke ever 10s of driving around: “that’s a nice house”

- so they like to stay the weekend in a motel for these trips. Once at about 11 at night Michael and Jeremy snuck out of the motel and tried to walks two miles to find a McDonald’s that they KNEW they saw. Then they walked down a suddenly ghetto street and saw someone throw a fire cracker while the others in the group huddled around the cracker. The boyfs instantly went back to the motel.

-ok so I think this was in Atlantic City but there’s this frEAKING coffin you can sit in? And it feels like rats and snakes are crawling over you? They dared Rich to do it, and have videos of him reacting on the camera feed. Rich didn’t come back the same man.

-they love going to Riply’s! It’s such a cool place, if only Rich would stop sticking his nose in every statues finger.

-Christine is the one to stop and read ever exhibit, but the others just look at the big cool stuff and keep walking. Let the girl read dang it.

-they have so many pictures of them with weird stuff in Riplys

-there’s this trippy tunnel at the end and Jake fell in the middle of it and got so dizzy he had to physically be dragged out

-Christine saw a cat under the boardwalk and started screaming and taking pictures while adoring said cat

-Christine also buys all the damn boat and shell nicknacks in the mall…Christine please…your money.

-they all have a big picture of them sitting in front of the giant wild woods sign but they were facing the sun so they’re all squinting

-they had to physically throw Jeremy into the ocean. It’s so cold. Why.

-michael sits in the sand and watches them all from afar, he doesn’t mind, at least they’re having fun.

-Brooke Christine and Jenna love writing and drawing in the wet sand

- Rich and Jake force chicken fights on everyone.

- watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. WATCH THE TRAM CAR-

-they make this the biggest damn joke.



-Christine unironically bought this little toy of the tram car that does indeed come with the famous phrase.

-there’s this ONE damn ice cream store I can’t remember the name of, Mr freezy? Mr frosty? Mr tasty? Whatever it’s good and it has this little jingle that REELS you in every time I swear you hear that song and You’re entranced. The gang has wasted so much money just from hearing that song.

- whenever they go to Atlantic City they write down all the crap they can’t do because they aren’t old enough, they plan on doing them all as a bucket list type thing once they’re ready.

-at Atlantic City they have a ton of small arcades that have??? Coin operated vid games? I’m talking the old shit here guys , like one quarter per game. Jeremy and Michael get so happy when they see jump man and other retro games, they had to be left behind

- “SEAGULL!!” *everyone ducks over their food*

- they usually end it off by riding the ferris wheel at night when it’s lit up, and super pretty. Then they head on home all decked out and ready to sleep for a year.

- I FORGOT TO MENTION that the bathrooms have to be paid for usually. Like I think it was 50 cents to a dollar. So jake keeps asking why the don’t just carry a bottle around to save a buck

A bit of groundwork
  • Jaime at the Red Keep: I hate it here so much. This is bad, I do not like it, and I want it to go away.
  • Euron Jeremy: I wanna stick my finger up your sister's ass.
  • Jaime: DO NOT WANT
  • Cersei: Hello there, Ellaria. I will poison your Tyene the way you poisoned my Myrcella, and you get to watch her body decompose. Have fun!
  • Jaime: *takes off gold hand, pours the Wine of Sadness and Vulnerability*
  • Cersei: Hey, bro, I'm horny as the Mad King with Queen Rhaella right after he set a guy on fire. Let's fuck.
  • Jaime: No, sis, stop that.
  • Cersei: I'm Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and your consent is irrelevant.
  • Tyrion at Dragonstone: I will spend a good 2 minutes talking about my brilliant plan to have the Unsullied capture Casterly Rock. My sister will never see it coming!
  • Grey Worm at Casterly Rock: Where the FUCK are 90% of the soldiers? There's no food in this castle! That Ironborn asshole did WHAT to our ships?
  • Jaime at Highgarden: O HAI, everyone, we just pulled a Whispering Wood and ripped Highgarden out from under Team Dragon! I am literally 100% more confident and comfortable in Lady Olenna's chamber than I was at the Red Keep. The change in my demeanor is like night and day.
  • Olenna: You are craftier than I gave you credit for. I'm gonna devote valuable production time to giving you a chance to tell us you're carrying Widow's Wail.
  • Jaime: Brother sword to Oathkeeper, comrades!
  • Olenna: Yeah, so, about my imminent death?
  • Jaime: I talked Cersei out of doing something gory and humiliating. Drink this poison, it won't hurt.
  • Olenna: Will do. Your sister is a monster and she'll ruin your life. Why are you still being an asset to her?
  • Jaime: Clearly, I've sacrificed too much for her already and now the situation is out of my control. Also, she told me the Sept of Baelor went kaboom by accident and I don't have any actionable evidence to the contrary.
  • Olenna: I wouldn't be having this conversation with you if I didn't think you could be an asset to better people. Also, I'm the one who poisoned your wretched son, which means your baby brother was unfairly scapegoated by your despicable sister and your war-criminal father. Have a nice long march back to the capital and think about that. Olenna out, bitches!

staceyunknown  asked:

Hi! Me again! Can't remember if I've asked this before but regardless - are we going to see anymore of LaTroy and Sylvie in upcoming fics? 😊


I don’t think you’ve asked that before, I don’t think anybody has. I originally didn’t plan to have them appear again, but everybody seemed to like LaTroy and his family, so, yeah, we’ll see them again.

I have one that I started but I haven’t finished it, because I wasn’t sure if I liked it. So it ends sort of abruptly, and it’s a first pass, so it’s probably pretty rough, but, I’ll happily share it with you. Enjoy, and Thank You!

LaTroy was sitting at a table in his deli, going through their supply and grocery orders. He had a little office in the back, but it was too easy to let that room eat away a whole day. Nobody wanted to disturb him there — even though he was always plenty glad when they did — so they’d leave him alone and the hours would slip away into numbers and accounts. It was awful.

Besides, he liked to be in the heart of things in case somebody might need something. Please, Lord, let somebody need something. Even if it was wondering where he put the napkins.

Going through the paper costs for the month, he was gratefully distracted when somebody joined him at the table. Glancing up with a smile, expecting his wife, he happiness faltered when he saw Darcy L. smiling back at him. It was months since he’d seen her or James. Just that one time, actually. Then neither hide nor hair of either of them until right now.

“Do you bake your own bread?” she asked without preamble.

LaTroy stared for a moment, not sure she wasn’t a bizarre vision; the result of too many numbers doing weird things to his head. “No. There’s a local bakery we order from. We do some of our own special breads sometimes, around the holidays mostly, and we make probably half the desserts.”

“Cool. Do you cater?”

Scratching at his jaw, LaTroy was trying to figure out what exactly was happening. She came out of nowhere, no greeting, just straight to business like they’d been talking all along. “Sure. Breakfast, lunch.”

“Nice.” She grinned at him and nodded. “Good to see you again, LaTroy.”

Letting out a small, bewildered laugh, he nodded back. “And nice to see you around, Darcy L. You bring James with you today?”

“No, just me.” She kept smiling, but there was something under it now. Like a warning. LaTroy frowned.

“How’s he doing?”

“Good. Maybe better than good. He’s got the property for his dream bar, so he’s busy planning and knocking down walls, as you do. He’s on cloud nine, or whatever the freeze-dried soldier equivalent is.”

LaTroy licked his lips and kept staring, not sure how to respond to that. Darcy didn’t seem to notice.

“So, can you do lunch for 15?” she asked, getting back to their business - the business he didn’t know they had until he was dropped right into the middle of it. Did Bucky ever feel this confused by her? “Or maybe 20? Make it 25. Like, box lunches. You know, sandwich, chips, potato salad, whatever else?”

“Sure,” he replied, trying to work around his bemusement. He pulled out an order book from his pocket. “When are you aiming for?”

“Friday. Is that too short notice?”

“Nah. It’s Tuesday. Plenty of time.” He wrote down a note. “Delivery and setup?”

“Just delivery.”

“Okay. Where we headed?” She rattled off an address in Williamsburg and LaTroy felt his confusion grow a little bit bigger. “Nobody closer?”

“Probably,” she told him with an easy shrug. “But, we’re friends.”

“Suppose we are,” LaTroy muttered, but he wasn’t really getting friendly vibes from her. In fact, it was peculiar how much this little slip of a woman was unsettling him. More than James did, even that first time. “This an office lunch? You want drinks?”

“I’ll handle the drinks. And, no. It’s for the construction crew. A) they have to put up with Bucky looming and hovering, and b) it’s been a couple hot, gross, sucky weeks, weather-wise. I figured they deserve lunch, you know?”

“That’s nice of you,” he said and wrote another note on his order book. It seemed smart right now to stick to business. “Assorted?”

“Yeah. Maybe five of the veggie option if you’ve got one, but the rest, just like turkey, ham, roast beef, corned beef, and whatever your usual build is.”

He dutifully wrote that down then glanced up at her, and watched as her eyes traveled over the deli. It was almost an absent look, not like James and his jumpy eyes. But, he still felt bothered, watched; hell, surveilled.

“You know,” he said as he turned back to the order book, “if you’re worried, I never said anything to anybody about him.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I do,” she said with a nod and a little obnoxious smirk. “Lt. LaTroy Walker, 75th Rangers. Your CO was way disappointed when you retired so suddenly, by the way. He had big plans for you.”

Licking his lips, he set down his pen and rested his hands flat on the table. So, yeah, this was a warning. Clearly.

“My wife’s dad owned his place,” LaTroy said, explaining his retirement. He wasn’t sure why he felt he ought to explain to her, but he thought mostly it was important right now that they have an understanding. And it helped him keep his temper; her digging into his personal business and all didn’t make him happy.

“He got hurt pretty bad in a car accident. She came back to help the family out. I figured she needed me more than the army did. And I figured I needed her more than I needed the army. We were still dating then, but we got married a year or so later, when her pops was back on his feet.”

“That’s sweet,” Darcy said, and she offered him a genuine smile. “How’d you meet your wife?”

“You don’t know?”

“I limited my snooping to you.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he grumbled. He could see it, he supposed. If she was keeping Bucky Barnes safe, he’d guess she’d want to know who knew about him. It was just what it was that LaTroy found himself uncomfortably on that list of folks. “We met in college. Her family were always real good to me. They had their reservations at first; she’s Italian and I'm—”

“Not Italian?” Darcy interrupted with a guess and LaTroy laughed. Well, she was pretty polite about the snooping.

“Exactly. Not only that, but I’m not even from Brooklyn. I’m from Delaware. But, I guess you knew that.”

She snorted, but didn’t confirm or deny she’d dug that far. “So, how’d they get past that Delaware thing? My grandpa is from here, and of course, a couple friends. You’d think Brooklyn was some sort of Eden on Earth. I’m from California, so, you know, I don’t really get it.”

“It’s still a work in progress,” he admitted with a wry smile. “But, anyway, they were always good to me. Her grandma, well, she loved me more than my own grandma ever did, you know. So, when Sylvie’s dad decided to retire, we worked it so Sylvie and I bought the deli.”

“Nice. A real family business. Is that your son over there?” She nodded to the boy behind the counter, who was smiling at a pretty businesswoman.

LaTroy’s jaw tightened and he stared hard at Darcy. There were limits to how far he was willing to tolerate the intrusion into his personal business. Dante was way the hell off limits.  "Why’re you here? You warning me?“

She looked away from Dante and shook her head. “Not the sort of warning you’re thinking of. Like I’m going to threaten you?”

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look over. His old army sizing-you-up look. She didn’t flinch away from it.

“I know,” she said with that aggravating smirk. “I’m not much, but I am scrappy.”

“I guess maybe you are,” he said carefully.


“Should you be saying that?” he asked, shooting his own look around the deli. It was the second time she mentioned his nickname, and it made him tense up every time. There were three other customers in there and his son. They could overhear maybe.

“Who’s going to notice? Unless you act all weird about it and make them notice you being weird. Relax.”

LaTroy blew out a breath and sat back. She had a point; the name only meant something because he knew it meant something. “Alright.”

“How did you figure it out, by the way? Did he tell you?”

He scoffed and gave her an incredulous look. “That guy doesn’t say anything.”

She laughed. “I know, so imagine how confused I was.”

“I saw a book; it had his picture in it,” he explained.

Darcy took that in and was quiet for a minute, looking thoughtful. “Did you ever play Howling Commandos when you were a kid?”

“Course I did.”

“Me, too. Then I grew up and one day Bucky Barnes sat down next to me. Weird, right?”

“Just like that?”

“Not exactly.” She leaned forward and gave him a very serious look. “Keep not saying anything about who he is. There are people who’d like to get their hands on him; really bad, awful people. I’d prefer they didn’t. Actually, we’d all prefer they didn’t.”

“I get that,” LaTroy agreed easily. Whatever the man had been through, somebody was holding onto him for all that time. And however he got away, somebody was probably looking.

“And I don’t want anybody to come here looking for answers. Bucky wouldn’t want you involved. Not as far as anybody anywhere would notice, you know? That the only warning I came to give, I swear.”

LaTroy nodded slowly and glanced over at his son again. He’d grown another inch or so. If Dante got much taller they were going to have to raise the ceilings. But, no matter how big he’d get, Dante would always be his sweet little boy. “I gotcha.”

“Okay.” She pulled out a card and handed it to him. “If anybody ever comes sniffing around, call me.”

He flicked a finger on the edge of the card. It was just her name and a number. “What’re you going to do?”

She watched him for a second then smiled, an actual smile and not that smirk. “Can I tell you another secret, LaTroy?”

“I guess,” he mumbled, hesitant about this whole thing. “This one need a warning?”

“No. My dad’s coming here.”

“Okay?” How was that a secret? This girl’s brain didn’t seem to work in any sort of straight line.

“We’ve been making a point to have a daddy/daughter date every few weeks. And, I told him about this place. So, he’s on his way now. We’ll grab dinner to go.” And as if that explained anything at all, she kept on smiling and sat back. “I’m serious. Call me. Even if somebody’s looking sort of shifty. Like, you’ve just got a bad feeling. Don’t second guess it. I mean, you were a Ranger, you know the drill.”

“Okay, but, really, what’re you going to do?” LaTroy demanded again. She might know Bucky Barnes, and maybe then by extension Captain America, but … what? They were more set up to help if somebody nasty came around. So, what did she think she’d be able to do? Was she one of those weird aliens they said looked human? Inhumans, right? Was she one of those? That’s the only way he could figure she’d be much help.

“Oh, I’m way helpful,” she assured him. Then she jerked her chin at his order book. “So, are we good for Friday?”

“Uh, yeah,” LaTroy said, and finished tallying up the order.

While he was still puzzling over Darcy L. and still wrapping up their business, the door opened and a man in old jeans and a faded t-shirt strode into the deli. LaTroy glanced up reflexively, as he always did with a new customer — somehow Darcy snuck in on him.

Squinting a little, he took the man in. This fellow might be dressed down, but he was wearing expensive sunglasses, had an expensive haircut, and everything about him said expensive.

He looked around the place, bemused, until his eyes landed on Darcy. “Hey, kid.”

“Hey.” She grinned at him and stood, then waved a hand at LaTroy. “This is LaTroy, he and his wife own the deli. LaTroy, Tony.”

When recognition hit, it was a surreal moment for LaTroy. Part of his brain said that was Tony Stark standing there, but another part of his brain refused to accept the idea that Tony Stark of all people would be in his deli.

Tony’s lips twisted in confusion, like he wasn’t sure why they were being introduced, either, but he nodded. “LaTroy.”

LaTroy got to his feet and offered his hand. “Mr. Stark. It's—”

“Yeah, you’re stunned and amazed and it’s nice to meet me. Got it. Good to meet you, too,” Tony said and gave him a brief handshake. “So, I hear you’ve got some kind of amazing soup? Like, Darcy didn’t shut up about it for a week. It was weird and, frankly, irritating. So, obviously I need to try it myself.”

"My wife makes it. Uh, we’ve got minestrone, tomato, and french onion today.” LaTroy was still processing the strangeness of Tony Stark, and okay, so he was a little slow about realizing exactly what was happening. Darcy said she was telling him another secret, and what she’d do if somebody threatened him, and that her dad was visiting.

Damn. Not just damn, but day-um!

“I’m feeling tomato,” Tony declared and drifted over to the counter.

LaTroy shot her a wide-eyed look and dipped his chin in question. Darcy patted his shoulder and said, “So, if somebody worries you, you’re going to call me, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I will. Promise.” Did she … she just said … Wait, wait. That was Iron Man, and she was Iron Man’s kid, and she knew Bucky Barnes and he’d already figured she’d know Cap. So, she must know all the others, right? So she just said if there was trouble, he could call in the Avengers. That’s what she said without actually saying it, right? The Avengers. For him? For real?

“Cool.” She started after Tony, but stopped and turned back to LaTroy. “You were nice to him, to Bucky. Nobody was kind to him for a long, long time. He told me how you met, how you tried to get him to come in. He wasn’t in a place to accept that then, but he appreciated it.”

“Wasn’t hardly a thing,” LaTroy said with a shrug.

“It was a huge thing,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.

At the counter, Dante was helping another customer and hadn’t noticed Tony Stark yet. That was going to be entertaining when he did. Though, LaTroy thought he should probably scoot on over there and spare his son the embarrassment.

But, before he moved, he asked the girl next to him, voice low, “Why’d you tell me?”

Darcy, who had an amused anticipatory smile as she waited for Dante to notice Tony, too, shrugged. “You kept Bucky’s secret. It seemed only fair.”

“How’s that work?”

“It’s the currency of trust. Right? I pay you back with my own.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t do it for you.”

“Look, he’s my partner.” Darcy turned away from watching Dante and gave him a very serious look. He didn’t know her much at all, but thought the serious look was probably a pretty rare one; worth paying attention to her, he figured.

“It matters to me that you noticed him,” she continued, “that you cared before you knew who he was, that you cared enough to figure out what was going on with him. And then, after you figured it out, that you still cared. You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to care. You didn’t have to wonder about him. And you didn’t have to keep quiet. It’s nice to remember there are good people in the world.”

LaTroy felt both humbled and baffled by her reasoning and could only manage a mumbled, “Man’s a hero.”

“I agree. But, not a lot of other people do.” She let out a long breath through her nose and rubbed at her forehead. “He was a POW for more than 70 years. Brainwashed. They made him do terrible things.”

Licking his lips, LaTroy remembered that article he found online that said Barnes was the man who ripped apart the D.C. SHIELD building. He didn’t want to believe it when he read it, but it made awful sense now. “Hydra?”

“Yes.” With narrowed eyes, she watched him for a long moment. “It wasn’t his choice. He fought them every way he could for all that time. And he’s not that man anymore. He got away.”

“Good,” LaTroy told her, firming up his lips. That was good. Good for him. And to hell with Hydra. How dare they. Monsters. They were monsters for a whole lot of awful reasons — this one just felt personal. “Hope he took some of them down on his way out.”

“Well, that’s an ongoing process,” she said, laughing a little. “But, buddy, let me tell you, it is satisfying as hell to blow up a Hydra base.”

Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her and asked, “You do that?”

“Once I helped, and once I did it on my own,” she said proudly.

“Good for you, girl,” he praised and clapped her on the shoulder and was struck again by how petite she was.

He glanced over at Tony’s back, and then down to her again. Stark’s kid. His daughter. A beautiful little girl, the man somehow kept out of sight, safe from the world. LaTroy liked to think he was a modern man, but he didn’t think he could let his little girl go do something like that. Actually, he got a little shaky thinking of his boy doing that.

He had to ask. “Don’t take this wrong, but, how in the world does your dad let you go out and do that?”

“Another ongoing process,” she told him with a sigh.

LaTroy frowned for another minute and, finally, Tony was the next costumer up. Dante didn’t realize who he was talking to. Not yet, anyway. But, LaTroy wasn’t entirely noticing now, either. So, how’d Stark’s kid end up in a place where she was blowing up Hydra bases? With her partner Bucky Barnes? Bucky Barnes who, apparently, was the guy who took down the SHIELD building and who —

“Damn. You a SHIELD agent?” he asked in a strangled whisper.

“Who? Me?"she asked, and then laughed.

"I thought SHIELD was gone.”

“It is,” she said.

Dante finally noticed who he was talking to and was giving LaTroy a panicked look, pleading for help.

“Then how—”

“Bucky wanted a bar, I used to bartend in college, and you know, for a little while, seems like a good place to rest,” she said simply. It didn’t really explain anything, but that was probably the point. A gentle nudge telling him to butt out. He supposed he could accept that, she made amends for her poking into his life and he got why. Guess it was his turn to back off.

“Sounds good. I’ll have to come by for a cold one sometime.”

“On the house.”

LaTroy nodded and headed for the counter, ready to rescue his son from having to get Tony Stark a bowl of soup. “So, lunch for 25? Let me ring you up.”

“Make it thirty,” Darcy said, following after him. “They’re hard-working, burly men and women. They get hungry. My partner will eat any leftovers.”

LaTroy noticed Stark make a face at the partner comment and she raised an eyebrow back at her father. “What?”

“Nothing,” Stark grumbled and flashed Dante a grin. “How old are you, kid? Want a job?”

Dante stared for a second before remembering his manners. “No, sir. I have one, but thank you.”

“You sure? I’ve got an opening for an assistant. My last one left me to go be a bartender. What the hell is that, huh?”

“Uh …” Dante shot LaTroy another desperate look.

“I wasn’t your assistant,” Darcy protested.

“You assisted me with things.”

“Tony,” she sighed and kicked his ankle. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” He leaned over the counter and gave Dante a serious nod. “Think about it. Give me a call if you change your mind. Give him one of my cards, Darce.”

“I don’t carry your cards on me. Why don’t you have your own cards?”

“If this kid was my assistant, I bet he’d have my cards on him. Pepper always had my cards.” He looked back at Dante. “What’s your name?”

LaTroy, who’d watched the exchange with amusement while he fixed up two bowls of soup, decided his son had been tortured long enough.

“This is my son Dante, Mr. Stark. And he’s seventeen and he’s got school, so there’s no going across town to be passing round your business cards. He’s got a job here and homework he probably ought to be getting to.” He patted his son on the shoulder and nudged him away from the register. “You go on, Dante.”

“Yes, pops. Thanks,” he muttered and his shoulders rose and fell on a relieved sigh. He bobbed his head self-consciously at Stark and said, “It was nice to meet you Mr. Stark. Enjoy your meal.” Then he hustled through the door to the kitchen as fast as his long legs would carry him.

hermaeu5mora  asked:

If you still like to do prompt, what about the first of them, "you have something in your hair - let me get it for you", for Diakko? Thank you ;)

“You have something in your hair, let me get it for you.”

Akko stayed still while her girlfriend took a little leave out of her brown hair. Being able to fly was a good thing, for sure, but it also meant that she had to learn how to control her broom and, unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as directing Shooting Star, the legendary broom being able to fly fast and straight without Akko doing anything. The young witch’s last encounter with a tree, a few minutes ago, showed that she still had a lot of training sessions to go through before she could really fly on her own, without anyone constantly watching over her to avoid disasters.

Seeing the pout on Akko’s face, Diana knew that her girlfriend was thinking about her repeated accidents with her broom. She let out a little sigh before a smile took place on her face : even with scratches all over her face and ruffled hair, Akko was absolutely adorable, especially when she pouted. Diana had to make a conscious effort not to lean closer to the other girl and kiss her : she still felt too embarassed to do this kind of thing out in the open. The intimacy of her dorm room or an empty -and locked- classroom as well as the quietness of the school’s gardens at night were much more appropriate to displays of affection. Akko didn’t have the same problem, but respected her girlfriend’s feelings, even though she complained sometimes and compared the fact of being so close to Diana without being able to hug or kiss her to torture.

Today was one of those occasions : looking around to make sure that no one would be able to see them, Akko quickly stole a kiss from the blonde witch. Cheeks painted pink, Diana could only stutter :

“A-Akko ! What, what are you doing ?!

- Well, I don’t expect you to kiss me better, so I have to get my favourite medicine myself~

- … !”

Diana was now too embarassed to even speak. She looked at the ground for a few seconds while Akko hummed happily, delighted by the sight. Diana would always deny it, but she was definitely ultra-supra-cute when she was embarassed. Too lost in thoughts about her super cute girlfriend, the brunette didn’t notice the blonde looking around to make sure that they were still alone. That’s why she was too surprised by the light, hesitant kiss she received on the lips to understand what was going on right away. By the time she processed that Diana actually kissed her, here, in the middle of the field they used for flying practice, the blonde had already pulled back, her cheeks and even the tips of her ears redder than ever. She had the cutest, most embarassed face ever and Akko felt her heart pounding faster just by looking at her amazingly pure and perfect girlfriend.

I love her”

“If, if we’re alone, then… it isn’t… so bad, I guess…”

I REALLY love her !”

“ Dianaaaa !”

Akko couldn’t resist any longer : she tackled her girlfriend to the ground and gave her the most passionnate, loving kiss she could. Diana gasped slightly under her, but soon kissed back, hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence. Before soon, they both had their arms around the other and were sharing tender kisses. Little sighs of pleasure escaped them from time to time, but died down when the girls started to calm down. With one last kiss, Akko pulled away, propeled on her elbows. She stared at her girlfriend : her parted lips, her red cheeks, her sparkling eyes… Everything in the blonde witch transpired beauty and something that Akko couldn’t quite describe, but made her heart soar.

Diana couldn’t help but smile and even let out a little chuckle. Akko looked like she was staring at a goddess… which was probably true, in her girlfriend’s mind. Looping her arms around the brunette’s neck, Diana brought her down for a light, yet loving kiss before pushing the girl back until they were both sitting up. Akko still had that dreamy look on her face, but it disappeared quickly as she spotted something on the blonde’s head. Giggling, Akko waited a few seconds for her laughter to die down before saying :

“You have something in your hair. Let me get it for you~”

She took a little stick out of her girlfriends curvy hair. Diana thanked her by kissing her forehead and bumping their noses, making Akko giggle again. Then, the prodigy stood up, cleaned her skirt a little and offered her hand to the other witch.

“Ready for another try ?”

Akko smiled and took the offered hand.

“Always !”

anonymous asked:

I'm 16 and my bf and I had sex and I told my mom because I missed my period for 3 days (now on 4) and it's a shit show. But it wasn't even really sex cause he didn't really go in all the way and he didn't cum in me. This is so stressful also I've taken to at home pregnancy tests and they have been negative and I got a blood one and the results haven't come back yet.

my love i… you’re not pregnant I can pretty much promise you 😭
It sounds to me like there’s really no way you could’ve even gotten pregnant, but let me tell you it’s a lot easier to push off your period. Even a small stress or worry can push away your period 😩 now that I have been with a man for about two years (and FINALLY GOT SOME
HEALTH CLASSES) I realize that to get pregnant there is much timing involved (still can happen by accident).

before I started the BC patch i would always use protection bc I’m a good girl lol. Anyways, even when he finished “inside” w a condom I would be paranoid or worried and when the day I thought I’d have my period came and I didn’t I took pee stick after pee stick and always negative and before I knew it, maybe 1 week maybe 10 days, I would start my period.

long story short if you’re being extra careful you probably will be OK. probably

Take Me Back, Please?

Request: Can you do one were Grant cheats on the reader and the reader finds out and Grant does everything to make it up to her..?

Author: Cailynn

Word Count: 1,234


“Is something happening between you and Grant?”

I almost choked on my coffee at the openness of the question. Candice looked at me with concern-filled eyes. Thoughts of all the missed dates and late nights waiting for him ran through my mind.

“ I mean, we aren’t in our best place right now. He’s been missing a lot of dinner dates which has lead to fights. Other times, he’s not coming home until the late hours of the night but he never tells me where’s he’s been.” Tears pricked their way around my eyes and I began to shake due to the painful memories. Candice and Danielle wrapped their arms around me, running their hands up and down my back in attempt to console me.

“Oh (Y/N), I’m sure everything is going to be fine. Grant loves you so much. If I knew you were going to get so upset, I wouldn’t have asked, it’s just Grant has been acting a little strange and we were concerned,” Candice stated still trying to comfort me.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just afraid that we’re falling apart and I don’t want to lose him,” I said, my voice still shaking from the present tears. Danielle rubbed her hand up and down my arm. “Well I guess I better get home, since Grant is actually there.” I picked up my purse and walked out of Candice’s apartment.


When I got back home, I noticed an unknown car parked in our driveway. I opened the door and took my shoes off, quietly closing the door behind me. The comfort of mine and Grant’s shared home filling me with instant relaxation.

Suddenly, I heard a high pitched squeal coming from upstairs. I walked upstairs to fulfill my curious mind. Standing outside of the bedroom door, I heard excessive moaning and panting. Tears began to collect around my eyes as I opened the door to confirm my suspicions. There he was, Grant was having sex with another girl in our bed. Neither of them noticing my presence, I walked into the closet and grabbed my suitcase. When I heard the moaning stop, I turned and looked towards the bed and made eye contact with the random girl.

“Grant, baby, who is that on the floor with a suitcase,” the girl said, causing Grant to stop his actions and look over. Grant quickly got off the girl and started putting his clothes on.

“Get out!” He shouted at the girl and pointed towards the door. He made his way over to me and started taking clothes out of my suitcase. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I put the clothes back into my suitcase. Grant pulled my shoulders, forcing me to make eye contact with him. My puffy, red eyes matched similarly to his as he wrapped me in his embrace.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), it was an accident.”

“Oh, so putting your penis into someone’s vagina is an accident? No, Grant, It’s not an accident! Why did you do it? Am I not good enough for you?” I shouted at his sobbing form, stuttering over several words. Grant looked at me with sympathetic eyes, and pulled me into his embrace again.

I yanked myself out of his tight embrace, beating his chest with my fists. He made an effort to wrap his arms around me again, tears rolling down his face. He ignored the punches that I was throwing into his rib cage. I sobbed harder as he tried to pull me closer, me pushing him away with all the strength left within me. I was too weak to let go. After giving up resisting, I let him engulf me into his arms. Tears continually fell from both of our eyes, mine soaking his chest.

“Why?” I let out softly after a while of silent crying between the two of us. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Why?” I repeated. I felt one of his warm tears fall onto my shoulder. He didn’t say anything, because he didn’t know why. I stood up, leaving him sitting on the bed.

“(Y/N), please don’t go. I-I love you,” Grant pleaded as tears fell from his eyes. I shook my head, whimpering at his soft and broken words. Without looking back, I shut the door and left.


After a while of driving around, I found myself back at Candice’s apartment. I parked my car and knocked on her door.

“(Y/N)! What happened?”

The once silenced tears began to speak again. I through my arms around Candice in a search for comfort. She lead me inside and sat me on her couch.

“(Y/N), tell me what happened.” Candice spoke in a soft tone. I attempted to calm myself down and I wiped away my tears. “G-Grant… Grant cheated on me. When I got back to our house today, I walked into our bedroom and I caught him there with some random girl.” Sobs rushed over my body once again.

Candice’s arms wrapped themselves around my body. “How could Grant do this,” Candice asked loudly, “(Y/N), he won’t get away with this. Just wait until I'm  at set in a couple of days and I’ll make sure I give Grant a piece of my mind.” Candice’s furious mini-speech made me let out a small laugh. “Well, before I bore you with the details of how your ex will regret what he has done, you must be exhausted. Go to my spare room and get some rest,” Candice said, noticing my yawning.


I was awaken in the middle of the night by shouting coming from the living room. I open the door to where there is a little crack so I can hear better.

“Please Candice, I’m begging. Just let me see (Y/N).” Grant. Why was he here? He has already caused enough distress.

“No Grant. You had one job and that was to be true. I know her and you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind. You’ve really messed up.”

I walked out of my room and down the small hallway making myself known. Grant looked over Candice’s shoulder and stared at me. His hair was disheveled, pieces sticking up all around his head. His eyes were not their usual bright green, in fact, they were red and puffy. His cheeks were still wet from his tears. At the sight of me, Grant’s tears started again. Candice turned to me, “(Y/N), go back to sleep. I’ll get rid of him.”

I pushed past Candice and made my way to Grant. “No, I feel like I should let him explain himself.” I looked at Grant. There was a moment of silence between us. “Well, start explaining,” I said crossing my arms.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry about what I did. Even before I started missing our dates, we were fighting non-stop. I thought that I wasn’t making you happy anymore. I was so afraid that you were going to leave me. Look at where we are compared to where we started, I know I don’t deserve you (Y/N). Take me back, please?” Grant’s eyes were cloudy with tears.

“You get one more chance but if you pull a stunt like this again, we’re through.” Grant pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you passionately.

“That’s all I’m asking for, love.”

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if you're not comfortable w/ this ask, but can I get UT UF and US skellies with an S/O who's really insecure about her body. She's not fat or anything, oh no. She's skinny as a stick and her family shames her for it (most of the time on accident, but not always). Most of the time it's nicknames like "Skinny Mini" and "Stick Girl." Just wanna know how the skellies would comfort S/O.



Sans notices this and handles it calmly. He’ll pull you close to him and tell you that you’re beautiful just the way you are and there is nothing that you need to do to change yourself. Then he’ll have a talk with your family and friends to get them to stop and be more supportive of you. 


When a family member calls you “Stick Girl” Papaya notices your flinch and hurt reaction, so he scolds your family member right then and there for being insulting. Then he’ll turn to you and comfort you about your weight, saying that body type doesn’t matter and if you want to change it, then he will help you, as long as it’s something that you want not for other people. 



Red dares them to say that again. He fucking dares them. His magic eye glows intensely until the family members leaves in fear. He’s not good with comforting, so he just pats you on the back and murmurs, “never change,”. He then goes back to whatever what he was doing before. 


The second those words fly out of the family member’s mouth, Fell stands behind you, a ray of sharp bones aiming directly at them. The family member screams and scrambles away, never speaking to you again. The skeleton then rolls his eyes and reminds you that you’re stronger than that and his words shouldn’t mean anything to you. He already loves you for who you are, there’s no need to feel insecure. 



Blue will look at them funny, then hug you, telling them to back off and stop being so mean. Can’t they see that they’re hurting you? He won’t give them a chance to defend themselves, they either apologize or go away. He will then take you out for ice cream or whatever food you want to show you that you’re fine just the way you are. 


Stretch lets you fight your own battles, so when your family member insults you, even without knowing, he trusts that you can stand up for yourself. But when you don’t, he intervenes by swinging his arm over your shoulders. 

“Come on, hon. It smells like ass over here,” he says and leads you away. 

After that, he reassures you that your weight is perfectly fine and that he loves you, no matter what body type you are. 

szonklin  asked:

Hi! I don't really know many marauders era headcanons, but the few I come across always make Jilly and Hinny (and Lilly and Ginny) look so similar and it bothers me so much, because well, they are not the same people. Do you have any headcanons about differences between them? (I'm curious about big and little things as well)

They had their similarities but they are far from the same person:


Physical Descriptions:

  • She’s very pretty. This is her #1 descriptor.
  • What does this mean? I think it means she carries herself gracefully and has good skin and bubblegum lipstick and her eyes make you stop in your tracks. Take that for what it’s worth.
  • She has shoulder length, DARK RED HAIR, fifth year. Almost-brown. Not tomato red. Not orange. Not brown. Dark red. It’s very long, Post-Hogwarts.
  • She’s on the short side (in JK’s drawing) but is never described as petite or slender.
  • No canon confirmation that she has freckles, but she is described as pale.
  • HC - Has loads of scars on her knees from bicycle accidents and falls in the forest.


  • She is “quite a catch” and is very popular with the boys.
  • She cries all the time. She’s very emotionally expressive.
  • She’s a brave little lion heart. 
  • She is compassionate and befriends & defends people on the fringes.
  • She’s naïve/nostalgic to the point of absurdity sometimes.
  • Rule breaker Lily. From her mum’s ‘no jumping off the swing and flying’ to the ‘no underage magic’ to ‘no snooping in your sister’s room’ to ‘no hexing people’ to ‘no joining illegal organizations in an attempt to thwart the terrorists’–she isn’t a saint. Lily will violate the “rules” if it means sticking to her morals. Or if it’s for a dare. Or if she’s certain she won’t get caught.
  • She is NICE nice nice Nice n I c e. (She was nice)(But not to her detriment)(And she was not there for Remus at  a time in his life when no one else was)(wth)(that quote belongs to Snape)
  • But, her kindness has limits. She isn’t afraid to ultimately cut people out of her life when she needs to.
  • Her canon descriptors are the actual opposite of the common fandom perception: Stuck-up Bitch: 
  • Bright—intelligent, quick-witted, warm.
  • Cheeky—insolently bold, funny.
  • Vivacious—happy and lively in a way that is attractive, lively in temper, conduct, or spirit. 
  • Charming—very pleasing or appealing, extremely pleasing or delightful.
  • She’s adaptable and willing to change/roll with the punches, as denoted by her wand.
  • She appreciates life and lives it fully. She didn’t wait for a ‘better time’ to get married, to have Harry. She took what life gave and did her best. She wrote about their life shut-up in that cottage as if she wasn’t going stark-raving and hungry for news on the outside and keen to get out and fight. She was a girl who counted her blessings and was grateful for the good things she had.
  • Her sardonic sense of humor is great – sassing Slughorn, teacups turned to rats, singing teakettles to piss her sister off, mouth twitch in SWM, the oh lord harry broke that horrific ugly vase ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
  • She’s fearless, bordering reckless—jumping off the swing, testing the limits of her magic, tromping off to Hogwarts. Dove into a war when she was 18, got married and had a baby before she was 20.
  • She loves to test her magical limits & discover her powers.
  • She definitely loves the idea of things more than the actual thing sometimes.
  • Lily’s essence is a doe, which symbolizes nobility and grace and poetry and (finding the best herbs!) the woods and dying for one’s children, if you’ve watched Bambi.
  • She’s a legitimate Mischief Maker who received her own MoM warning letters.
  • She isn’t a saint whose only capacity is love. Her love had limits (Snape), her love hurt her (Tuney). Yes, she sacrificed herself rather than stand by and let Harry die but that’s mom101. People can disagree but I’m a mom and ????  She spent 15 months staying in a house day in and day out, bonding with Harry. She abandoned the war to protect him. She loved him, but it was parental love, not some extraordinary gift.
  • She’s so powerful that both Voldemort and Dumbledore wanted to recruit her.
  • She’s a natural leader/Dumbles made her Head Girl.
  • Driven by emotion rather than intellect/rationality.
  • Lily might draw her wand but she won’t fire a hex unless she’s in an actual fight. It’s a boast, an empty threat. If she didn’t hex the boys for their antics in SWM, honestly, what would’ve been the line?
  • Instead, she’s vindictive when provoked and aims to wound emotionally. You know, the type to cut deep. (I’d wash my pants if I were you, Snivellus.)(You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote to the Headmaster and begged him to take you.)(I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid.)
  • She delivers these life-destroying lines in a deadpan calm.
  • Once out of her good graces, good luck.
  • She has zero tolerance for James Potter’s bs, but she isn’t his mortal enemy. Let that die please.

Other Important Lily Things:

  • Potions maven extraordinaire. 
  •  Her immediate family is incredibly important to her. She was her parents’ pride and joy.
  • Losing her sister caused her great pain and the ending of their relationship was Petunia’s call, not hers, although Lily absolutely retaliated and was a guilty party in that whole mess.
  • Her decision to toss Snape over was completely independent of her decision to start dating James. Not an inverse relationship, not even on the same chart.
  • She grew up lower middle class or upper lower class. She certainly wasn’t as impoverished as the Weasleys, but her childhood had grit, and she knows the difference between want and need.
  • She’s a minority in the Wizarding world. A war was raging for the entirety of her magical life. She clearly had to deal with a lot of prejudice and that’s a big deal that should not be underestimated.
  • Lily defied Voldemort three times, which does not mean she fought him three times and escaped. This was actually determined by Voldemort, and this is what he was looking for: Anytime someone arrested one of his henchmen, escaped him, or thwarted him. Also, James and Lily turned him down. He wanted them, and they wouldn’t come over, so that’s one strike against them before they were even out of their teens.
  • She risked her life for the Order for the better part of a year and a half and then, the moment she found her her unborn child’s life was in danger, she did an about face, abandoned the war and went into hiding to protect him. She stayed in hiding for two years.
  • She didn’t survive a final face-to-face encounter with him in Godric’s Hollow.

Random Headcanons:

  • Forced herself to learn left-handed magic in case her right hand was ever incapacitated.
  • She’s a natural talent at intuitive magic (Potions, Charms), not so much at Arithmancy, Transfig.
  • An excellent dueler because she practiced, practiced, practiced. Involved in dueling club.
  • Unapologetic Killjoy Feminist™
  • Feels most At Home when she’s knee deep in bug guts and plant parts and has three cauldrons going.
  • Lily Evans, Quidditch hoe. Can’t play to save her life though.
  • She not-so-secretly loved her dad’s old jazz vinyls.
  • Lily Evans cannot cook to save her life (except biscuits)(which is great but only SO helpful).
  • She always has dirt under her nails from cutting off the roots of plants she’s nicked from the greenhouses or found in the forbidden forest.
  • Loves driving the family car. Has loved driving the family car since the tender age of 11.Competitive girl who will never back down from a dare, sometimes to her detriment.
  • More Lord of the Rings nerd than Whovian. (Is a token Whovian because Whovisn’t)(sorry)
  • She’s very political in both the Muggle and the magical worlds. Has an opinion about everything.
  • She loves to dance but is awful at it.
  • She is always, always talking.
  • Keeps forty broken quills in her bag.
  • Proudly displays her Muggle heritage.
  • Lily keeps a Muggle switchblade (thanks, Dad) and her wand (thigh holster she saved up from her summer job) on her at all times.
  • She prefers to physically clean, especially when she has a problem to work through. (Something she shares with her sister.)
  • She can clean house with billiards and/or poker.
  • She finds Sirius black’s motorbike to be the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.
  • She absolutely enjoys being out in the forest.
  • Big romantic stargazer because the skies are rarely fully visible in Cokeworth.
  • Almost gets struck by lightning when she goes outside to enjoy the rain.

Ginny Weasley

 Physical Descriptors:

  • Her hair is described as tomato-red in OotP.
  • She’s a petite powerhouse. Size is no guarantee of power.It’s never confirmed that she has freckles.I believe she’s very precise in her movements—she doesn’t trip or stumble a lot. She’s not clumsy. She’s very athletic and is sure of herself.
  • She’s always got a smile on her face.
  • Zero canon confirmation of freckles but she probably had some somewhere.
  • HC — her biceps are scary.


  • She’s rarely weepy. She grew up in a house with boys and she had a very traumatic 11th year. She’s incredibly private and has a hard time showing emotional vulnerability.
  • She’s very popular with the boys. She’s also very comfortable and assertive about her sexuality and refuses to be slut-shamed. This being said, she respects her partners wishes. She’s not going to force a public snog if her partner doesn’t want one.
  • She’s easily inflamed/ready to fight—she will punch or hex you before she’ll let you prattle on and on and one.
  • When she’s vindictive, she aims for a short-term/easily reversible physical punishment, to get the message across.
  • Ginny is fire and warmth.
  • She has a wicked, sharp sense of humor. She’s always making eye contact and stifling her laughter.
  • She’s very passionate about everything. Animals! Quidditch! Flowers! The Dance!
  • Ginnny lost her naiveté at a very early age but she doesn’t let that make her a hard and calloused person.
  • She has zero tolerance for Harry James Potter’s bullshit. His temper doesn’t scare her and she’s not afraid to dress him down when he needs it.
  • She’s a brave little lion heart. She goes to fight at the Ministry of Magic, to rescue Sirius. She fights off Death Eaters again in Half-Blood Prince. She leads the resistance at Hogwarts in Deathly Hallows. She sneaks out and fights in the Battle of Hogwarts. She’s not a woman content with sitting idle.
  • With that, she suffers from a noble saving people thing.
  • She befriends & defends people on the fringes.
  • She embraces her femininity & loves being flowery and wearing perfume and dresses and fresh flowers.
  • She’s the heart and soul of wherever she is.
  • She’s an actual mischief maker who had no problems lying to her mum.
  • She’s competitive af.
  • Ginny’s so compassionate – she’s always helping and defending people.
  • She’s career oriented and has a strong desire to be self-sufficient. She waited until she was established and could take care of herself before she and Harry got married (?) and definitely before she had children.
  • Ginny bright, clever and resourceful, not unlike Fred and George.
  • She was most in temperament to Fred and George, actually. They were often on the same wavelength.
  • She was very insecure growing up but outgrew it or got better at masking it.
  • She can lie like a boss.

 Other Important Ginny Things

  • Ginny Weasley was intimately acquainted with half Voldemort’s soul at age 11 and survived. She went on to thrive. Girl is tough.
  • She’s an actual Quidditch prodigy.
  • She’s an A+ Mum.
  • She moves on to be a journalist.
  • I could write a book about the Animals Ginny loves, and the terrible names she curses them with.
  • She lets Harry name their children names that are imporant to him and names Lily after Luna because <3.
  • Her family is incredibly important to her. Even when she fights with her brothers she’ll defend them to the death.
  • Canon loves being outdoors.
  • Glitter hoe. She loves decorating for the holidays and making get-well cards and Valentine’s cards.
  • Ginny’s essence is this wild horse, a stallion, which is noble and majestic but also wild and free and powerful.
  • She’s so athletic.
  • She grew up incredibly, incredibly poor.
  • She’s most at home on her borrowed broomstick.

Random Headcanons

  • She loves flowers and gardening but kills them all. Keeps a garden just for aesthetic bc nostalgia and because she knows the gnomes make Harry happy.
  • Ginny secretly loves her Mum’s Celestina W albums.
  • She has no love for cooking or cleaning and ends up being semi-grateful for Kreacher, though it takes her a long time to warm to him.
  • Ginny always has broom polish under her nails.
  • She paints her nails but they’re always chipped and peeling but she does it anyway. If someone comments, she happily shows them the middle one up close.
  • She loves to dance and is actually so great at it but only when she’s not trying.
  • She had George stand up with her at her wedding.
  • She will ride the motorbike with harry but prefers to chase along on her broomstick.
  • She makes up terrible poetry when she’s drunk.

anonymous asked:

I really liked the carsick Makoto fic you wrote recently. I'm a sucker for sick Mako getting cared for by his family. Can you please write a sequel for that fic where Mako's sickness turns out to be a bug and he gets hit really hard with fever and nausea. He pukes a lot until he passes out in his mom's lap as she tries to comfort him along with his siblings and dad.

Thank you for saying so^^
Please enjoy!


“Are we almost there yet?” Makoto moaned from the backseat of the car for the fifth time that afternoon. After having to stop once already when he got sick the first time, they had to keep stopping every hour or so for Makoto to get out. It had been a hellish car ride and by then the whole family was at their wit’s end.

“Honey, maybe we should stop at a hotel for the night.” His mother spoke under her breath to her husband in the front.

“We already made a reservation at a hotel for tomorrow morning.

“At the rate we’re going we won’t make it in time for check in. We have to change our reservation.” Their mother was starting to get upset.

Their father clicked his tongue and bit his lip with anger. “We can’t afford to stay at two hotels.”

“Look at your son.” Their mother pointed at Makoto who was writhing in the back.

“Okaasan.” Makoto whined looking up at her.

“He’s terribly sick.” She went on to argue. “Are you just going to ignore your child because it’s inconvenient?”

“Okaasan!” Makoto yelled from behind them. He was burning hot in the back like they were trapped in a hot car on a summer’s day. Riding in the car only increased his nausea and it was only intensified by how hot he felt. With his parents arguing on top of it all, Makoto was overstimulated to the point of tears.

By then it was out of his control. After trying desperately to get his mother’s attention, he could no longer hold it. With a wet cough and a heave, Makoto pitched forward and vomited all over the car floor.

Ran screamed and Ren covered his eyes. Her screaming caught their parent’s attention and they both stopped arguing.

“Oh my poor dear.” His mother looked back to see Makoto in a pathetic state. He was leaning forward over himself with tears streaming down his face and sick dripping from his mouth.

“I’m so sorry okaasan.” He sobbed.

“Shh. You don’t need to be sorry. It was an accident.” His mother tried her best to keep him calm, then she turned to her husband with a glare.

Then their father finally caved in. “Fine, we’ll stop at the next motel.”


After about fifteen minutes of driving, the family stopped at the nearest hotel off the first exit.

His mother helped Makoto clean up and get out of car. “We’ll check in. Can you two stay with your father and help with bags?” She asked the twins.

They both nodded, disappointed that they had to stay with the car but happier to be away from Makoto.

Makoto hobbled into the hotel with his mother, his arms wrapped around his middle and sat down in the lobby while his mother checked in.

The moment he sat down, he started dozing in the comfy chair but his mother returned shortly after to bring him to the room.

They took the elevator because Makoto wasn’t feeling up to walking, but just the ride up to the fifth floor made him woozy and they hurried into their room.

As soon as they opened the door, Makoto headed straight for the bathroom. His mother wore a look of sympathy when she heard him start to cough painfully.

She poured him a glass of water and kneeled beside him on the floor. “When you were little I used to rub your tummy when you had a stomach ache. Would you like me to do that?”

Makoto wiped tears out of his eyes with a sniffle and nodded. His mother gently began rubbing small circles around his stomach and gradually, Makoto’s breathing became more normal and his chin sunk into his chest as he started nodding off.

“Mako? Let me put you to bed.” His mother whispered in his ear.

“I-I don’t know if I’m ready.” Makoto said anxiously.

“It’s okay. The hotel brought me this.” She showed him an empty trash bin that she had, which was strange to him because he didn’t remember anyone from housekeeping knocking.

His mother took him to his bed and Makoto was surprised when he saw all their baggage was in the room and the twins were asleep on a pull out bed in the corner. He glanced at the clock on his way to bed and saw that it was passed 1:00AM. ‘Was I really in there for three hours?“ Makoto was shocked.

Still in a bit of a feverish haze, Makoto laid down, grateful to be in a real bed. He was vaguely aware of his parents whispering to each other while he was drifting off to sleep.

"How’s he doing?” His father asked in a low voice.

“His fever broke but he’s not out of the woods yet.” His mother replied, placing the trash bin beside Makoto’s bed.

“I had no idea he was so sick.” His father said with guilt sticking to his voice.

“It snuck up on all of us.” His mother took her husband’s hand. “I know you were just trying to do what you thought was best for us.” They both turned to look when Makoto moaned in his sleep.

Suddenly, he threw the covers off himself and tried to scramble out of bed with his eyes still shut. His mother and father jumped to his aid. His mother held him back so he stayed sitting and his father brought the trash bin up to him.

Makoto leaned forward gagging, he coughed harshly until liquid started pouring out of his throat. His stomach muscles ached as they tirelessly worked to push out everything inside him.

When he was finished, he leaned against his mother’s shoulder panting. His father went to clean out the trash bin while his mother put Makoto back to bed. His father returned with a sigh. “I suppose this means we’ll have to suspend our trip for the time being…” He sat down with a sigh of disappointment and his wife gave him a kiss on the forehead.

She shook her head with a chuckle. “Just remember, you wanted kids.”

kate beckett sentences.
  • ❛ alakazaam, jackass. ❜
  • ❛ why did you steal his head did you miss him ?
  • ❛ are you having a breakdown ?
  • ❛ it’s accompany and observe, not participate and annoy. got it ?
  • ❛ please, let’s just stick it in and get this over with. ❜
  • ❛ there is this one hot, wild, kinky thing that i do like doing… ❜
  • ❛ now who’s the sucker. ❜
  • ❛ poke you ? i wanna kiss you !
  • ❛ sleep with whoever you want! the more, the merrier. ❜
  • ❛ i need to go…over there. ❜
  • ❛ if it’s so adorable why didn’t you sleep with me. ❜
  • ❛ you do know that i’m wearing a gun, right ?
  • ❛ it’s a stripper name. ❜
  • ❛ okay, if we’re married, i want a divorce. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t just say night ?
  • ❛ zip it, kitten. ❜
  • ❛ take your hand of your tool, ___ !
  • ❛ you have the right to remain silent. so shut the hell up. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t cross the line, i put myself on it. ❜
  • ❛ don’t make me shoot you. ❜
  • ❛ sunny with a chance of asskicking. ❜
  • ❛ i do this one thing… with ice cubes. ❜
  • ❛ i ain’t afraid of no ghosts. ❜
  • ❛ i’m gonna kill you !
  • ❛ button up, kitten. we’re going home. ❜
  • ❛ it’s one of the things i love about you. ❜
  • ❛ shut the front door. ❜
  • ❛ i remember everything. ❜
  • ❛ stop, police
  • ❛ he touches things. ❜
  • ❛ that’s gonna leave a nasty scar. ❜
  • ❛ every time you see it, think of me. ❜
  • ❛ i know what it’s like to lose someone that you love. ❜
  • ❛ i’m thinking… i need a cup of coffee. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve gotten used to you pulling my pigtails. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not a cop today, honey. ❜
  • ❛ did i say you could talk ? did someone give you permission to open your sorry little mouth ? no !
  • ❛ sit down, shut up, and listen !
  • ❛ don’t be so driven by the past that you throw away your future. ❜

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Placebo lyrics sentence starters
  • "I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing."
  • "I gotta get high, before I go outside."
  • "I'm in alcoholic kind of mood."
  • "I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster."
  • "I know, the last in line is always called a bastard."
  • "We were born to lose."
  • "It's either you or me."
  • "S/he stole the keys to my house and then s/he locked herself/himself out."
  • "I'm confused and racked with self-doubt."
  • "Don't you wish you'd never met her/him?"
  • "You don't care about us."
  • "You're too complicated, we should separate it."
  • "Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine."
  • "I'll take it by your side."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing at all."
  • "Don't let me down."
  • "Your smile would make me sneeze."
  • "I'd pay to have you near."
  • "Don't forget to breathe."
  • "Another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse."
  • "I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind."
  • "There's nothing here but what here's mine."
  • "Never thought I'd fill with desire."
  • "Never thought I'd feel so ashamed."
  • "Never thought all this could back fire."
  • "Never thought you'd fuck with my brain."
  • "Say goodbye."
  • "You must realise that you're never alone."
  • "I'm a man, a liar."
  • "Now it takes him all day just to get an erection."
  • "Things aren't what they seem."
  • "I dream of a face that is pure as perfection."
  • "Hey motherfucker, I'm after you. I know where you live."
  • "Change your taste in men."
  • "Come back to me."
  • "Join the masquerade."
  • "I'll describe the way I feel; weeping wounds that never heal."
  • "No escaping gravity."
  • "Draw your final breath."
  • "Every time I rise I see you falling."
  • "Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?"
  • "I was never faithful, and I was never one to trust."
  • "I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home"
  • "I was never grateful, that's why I spend my days alone."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you, that's why it's vulgar, that's why it's blue."
  • "Those motherfuckers got it wrong."
  • "They said I should get expensive help to fix my head."
  • "I don't care for myself."
  • "Run away from all your boredom."
  • "Run away from all your whoredom."
  • "All it takes is one decision."
  • "Run away!"
  • "You're the one who's always bruised and broken."
  • "I understand the fascination."
  • "I understand the fascination, I've even been there once or twice or more."
  • "Please don't die."
  • "It seemed a place for us to dream."
  • "Love can die."
  • "Wake up..."
  • "I've got problems with the booze, nothing left to lose."
  • "I'm faithless... I'm scared."
  • "I'm on my own for far too long."
  • "She's insane, this friend of mine."
  • "Always stays the same, nothing ever changes."
  • "Hold your breath and count to ten."
  • "Beware this troubled world."
  • "Soulmate dry your eye."
  • "Soulmates never die."
  • "Hush, it's okay."
  • "See you at the bitter end."
  • "There's something rotten down here..."
  • "Don't forget to be the way you are."
  • "The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything."
  • "Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem."
  • "Remember me..."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through..."
  • "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours."
  • "I'll be yours."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days..."
  • "You never were a genius."
  • "Yes I know you're the jealous type."
  • "Walk away!"
  • "Protect me from what I want..."
  • "Maybe we're victims of fate."
  • "Remember when we'd celebrate? We'd drink and get high until late."
  • "Now we're all alone."
  • "Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die."
  • "I've been waiting far too long!"
  • "Be mine."
  • "I was alone, falling free..."
  • "What happened to us, what happened to me?"
  • "Baby...did you forget to take your meds?"
  • "I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget."
  • "I will be the one to make you crawl!"
  • "I came down to wish you an unhappy birthday."
  • "Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident."
  • "I can see in the dark."
  • "I will be the one to watch you fall."
  • "I will find you!"
  • "You're always ahead of the game, I drag behind."
  • "You possess every trait that I lack."
  • "You got A's on your algebra test, I failed and they kept me behind."
  • "I just gotta get off my chest, that I think you're divine."
  • "You let me down before."
  • "I'm medicated...How are you?"
  • "It's the pills that bring you down."
  • "It's between you and me."
  • "It's the pills that pick you up."
  • "It's the special way we fuck."
  • "Fall into you, is all I seem to do..."
  • "I'm afraid to be alone."
  • "This house is no longer a home."
  • "Don't give up on the dream!"
  • "Tear us in two, is all it's gonna do."
  • "Don't go and leave me."
  • "Please don't drive me blind."
  • "I'd fill your every breath with meaning."
  • "I'll find a place we both could hide."
  • "You don't believe me."
  • "You do this everytime."
  • "I know we're broken."
  • "Your eyes forever glued to mine."
  • "I know I broke it."
  • "I know I broke you."
  • "It's horrid to see you again."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your lips."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your kiss."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your fists."
  • "I was not honest."
  • "And I'll wait my turn,to terrorize you."
  • "Can't you see these skies are breaking?"
  • "one of a kind is all I own."
  • "I wanna try but I get annoyed."
  • "In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high."
  • "In the cold light of morning,You're drunk sick from whoring and high."
  • "You are one of God's mistakes."
  • "You're a waste of skin."
  • "You're waste of space."
  • "It's a song to say goodbye."
  • "Well now you need me more than I need you."
  • "You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?"
  • "It doesn't hurt me."
  • "You don't want to hurt me."
  • "So much hate for the ones we love."
  • "Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"
  • "Let me steal this moment from you now."
  • "The way you're dancing makes me come alive."
  • "Move closer, I wanna feel your touch."
  • "The way you're moving, makes you all that I desire."
  • "You are the one who took my place."
  • "And it was a leap of faith I could not take."
  • "And it was a promise I could not make."
  • "You are getting in the way!"
  • "I have nothing left to say."
  • "I will pretend it didn't hurt."
  • "You are a cheap and nasty fake."
  • "I am the bones you couldnt break!"
  • "I always aimed to please."
  • "I nearly died."
  • "For what it's worth?"
  • "Come on walk with me."
  • "Got no friends, got no lover."
  • "I've been wasting all my time!"
  • "I got no energy to fight."
  • "I don't see the point in trying."
  • "All of my wrongs, and all my wicked ways,Will come back to haunt me."
  • "He wrote all the songs I hope to write someday."
  • "Looks like the devil is here to stay."
  • "We'll kiss and tremble with the delight."
  • "I had so very much to say."
  • "I pretended I was okay."
  • "So I haven't given up."
  • "A heart that hurts, is a heart that works."
  • "No one can take it/you away from me."
  • "I long, I burn to touch her/him/you just the same."
  • "Don't let them get their way!"
  • "There is no law we/you must obey!"
  • "Damn you all to hell!"
  • "Time will help you through..."
  • "The sound of silence grows."
  • "The two of us are rebels."
  • "The payback is here, take a look, it's all around you."
  • "You thought you'd never shed a tear."
  • "This ain't no singing in the rain."
  • "You can run but you can't hide!"
  • "No one here gets out alive."
  • "Breathe me every time you close your eyes..."
  • "Taste me every time you cry."
  • "This memory will fade away and die."
  • "Just for today, breathe me and say goodbye..."
  • "How many times?!"
  • "Now I can't look you in the eye!"
  • "And I don't even want to try."
  • "Every word from you is a lie."
  • "I'm always falling on my face."
  • "I don't think that you're aware of the cost."
  • "Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you!"
  • "Don't leave me here to pass through time!"
  • "I don't know where to begin."
  • "Don't leave me here."
  • "I'm sick of fighting..."
  • "The cold is biting..."
  • "My broken spirit is frozen to the core."
  • "Don't wanna be here no more."
  • "Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?"
  • "And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?"
  • "You must be joking!"
  • "You don't even know a thing about it!"
  • "You've got no problem."
  • "I'd stay right there if I were you!"
  • "The grass is always greener over there."
  • "I don't want to be alone."
  • "I'm alive, so alive."
  • "I'm in a desperate situation."
  • "Now there's a hand print on your cheek."
  • "Is it my imagination?"
  • "Let me pay you back in kind."
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming"
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming because I know it's not of me."
  • "I smoke a dozen cancer sticks."
  • "We run for our lives."
  • "Promise me that we will make it through."
  • "Don't worry baby - it's just the end of the world."
  • "I refuse to remain in regrets."
  • "I've existed too long in secrets."
  • "Help me start to heal."
  • "Every one of my needs will be met."
  • "I refuse to be left behind."
  • "I know you want to stop."
  • "Be glad for what you got."
  • "I recognize the smile."
  • "There are some things I cannot forget."
  • "It may be for a while, I'll pretend we've never met."
  • "And maybe we will part."
  • "Will your paranoia keep you warm?"
  • "I will still enjoy to watch you fall."
  • "Stop!"
  • "I try every day"
  • "I try every day, to think of something deep to say."
  • "If I am an extra in the film of my own life, then who the hell is the director?"
  • "Show me how to live."
  • "There's a riot in my head."
  • "Let's fight until the end of days."
  • "Let's destroy and let's devastate."
  • "I know where you live."
  • "Time is money, bastard."
  • "You are so beautiful."
  • "Love claims to have the answer."
  • "Can you imagine a love that is so proud?"
  • "We are loud like love!"
  • "If you were mine, then we would know!"
  • "And with our bodies entwined we will know paradise."
  • "My computer thinks I'm gay."
  • "I got too many friends."
  • "I'll never be there for you/them."
  • "I am a small and gentle man."
  • "Hold on to me..."
  • "My behaviour is hard to understand."
  • "But I'm still doing all I can, to try and get me some redemption."
  • "And I'm knee deep in sinking sand, crying out for your attention!"
  • "Rob the bank!"
  • "Take me home, then make love."
  • "There wasn't much I used to need..."
  • "Now my mistakes are haunting me."
  • "I've lost the power to understand what it takes to be a man."
  • "You tried your best to be a friend to my heart."
  • "I saw you wanted this to end."
  • "Please no grieving, my love, understand?"
  • "Now I feel I've lost my spark."
  • "Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?"
  • "Can't you see I've lost my way?"
  • "All my dreaming torn in pieces..."
  • "As you wake does he smother you in kisses long and true?"
  • "Want you so bad I can taste it!"
  • "If I could, I would hover while he's making love to you, make it rain as I cry."
  • "Your touch, I cannot regret!"
  • "You're so my kind."
  • "You're so my kind, erotic and devine."
  • "To me you're more than a human, you are more complex."
  • "You are like a fallen angel."
  • "Look me in the eyes, say that again."
  • "Knock me off my feet like heroin."
  • "No need to disguise or to pretend."
  • "Tonight's the night that we begin the end."
  • "I tried, God knows, I tried."
  • "There's nothing you can do to change my mind."
  • "I don't enjoy to watch you cry."
  • "Blame me for the sorry state you're in."
  • "I love you more than any man, but something's getting in the way."
  • "I do you harm because I can for the second time today."
  • "When I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm."
  • "I ask you for another second chance, but then I drink it all away."
  • "I was so delicate when we began, so tender when I spoke your name."
  • "Now I'm nothing but a partisan to my compulsion and my shame."
  • "You know, I'm grateful, I appreciate."
  • "Then I run away to wonderland, and disappear without trace."
  • "Can't you see there's a world out there?"
  • "Don't be scared."
  • "Babe I'm gonna be your man!"
  • "And it's plain to see you were meant for me."
  • "I wanna be your toy."
  • "I've been smoking too long."
  • "I wanna turn you on."
  • "I'm only a person."
  • "Open up your heart, let me slip inside."
  • "Lie to me."
  • "Drink you pretty."
  • "My mother told me, that you're never lonely when you're laughing all the time."
  • "My father told me, that you're always lonely when they're all laughing at you."
  • "He tries to impress her, mentally undress her."
  • "Theres a look on your face I would like to knock out."
  • "All I want is to see you in terrible pain."
  • "Theres no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow."
  • "Fuck you."
  • "So fuck you anyway."
  • "Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say."
  • "Theres a time for us all and I think yours has been, can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene?"
  • "I cant wait for the day that you're never around, when that face isn't here and you rot underground."
  • "Your eyes are almost dead."
  • "I wanna be much more like you."
  • "I wanna take a bath with you."
  • "I wanna say I do."
  • "The way your smile lights up the room."
  • "To jealousy I'll stay immune."
  • "She's a faker, always let's me down."
  • "Don't you make me frown."
  • "I never wanted the real thing."
  • "I didn't mean it."
  • "I'm the one to blame."
  • "Did too much cocaine..."
  • "One more time for me."
  • "Put your hands in the air, and wave them like you give a fuck!"
  • "The only place you’re truly free is cosy in your dreams."
  • "We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye."
  • "Patience comes to the ugly, not me."
  • "Laughter comes to the lucky, not me."
  • "Where is my mind?"
Map the Scars

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Pairing: Killugon

Rating: General

Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, au-ish, older characters

A little drabble for huyandere since her request for headcanons got me thinking about them!

In which Gon and Killua are still young but older, now, on Whale Island, and Gon charts Killua’s constellations. Or: both boys have scars. But Killua finds it a little harder to talk about his

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anonymous asked:

I'm Gratsu deprived

Me too, anon, me too. I wrote you a little drabble in hopes that it would help.


“Luce, he’s so cool!” Natsu says.

She giggles. “I’m sure he is.”

Natsu’s excited enough that his voice gets a bit louder every time he talks. He’s starting to draw the attention of passersby but she doesn’t mind much. She’s used to it by now. It’s even kind of endearing.

Natsu says something else, but she doesn’t catch it. He’s speaking so quickly, if she stops paying attention for a split second she’ll miss something.

Lucy tries to focus on Natsu, but she spots something out of the corner of her eye, a redheaded woman trying to discreetly gesture to them with a tip of her head. Lucy looks at the man she’s whispering to and he’s gorgeous, - they both are - even if he’s scowling and vehemently shaking his head.

The man looks at her for a second, definitely checks her out, but her flattery is short lived when he immediately shifts his gaze to Natsu and the faintest hint of a smile rests on his nicely shaped lips.

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Everyone has a daemon. Small children, grandparents, commoners and kings. Even Separated people have one. They’re not entirely… right… but they have one. They stay with you from the moment you’re born until the instant you die. Every single living person on the planet has a daemon. Danny doesn’t.
One of the earliest home videos the Fentons have is one of Jazz’s Maslin and Danny’s Aesina, when the latter was barely one year old. Aesina was following Maslin around, copying Jazz’s daemon every time he shifted as Danny giggled in the background and Jazz shouted words that sounded vaguely like English, but were too garbled by child-speak and the camera’s microphone to understand. Maslin tried to mostly ignore his shadow, but when he’d turned into a cat Aesina had pounced, he’d swiped, and then they were both being held by the scruff of their necks by a displeased-looking monkey.
Jazz hasn’t seen Aesina in weeks, ever since the accident. Her parents haven’t noticed; she’s barely seen them either, too busy investigating the newly opened portal. It’s not particularly unusual, either, but usually Aesina would hide because she and Danny were playing a prank, and instead… Nothing. Not a blip, not a peep, and Danny seems to be too stressed by school to be planning anything elaborate, even if she thought he could pull it off. But it’s not like a daemon can just disappear…

Danny and Aesina are probably the most different a human and a Daemon can be, although they certainly share a sense of humor, no matter how many times their parents fall for Danny’s “I had no idea what she was planning” routine. And it’s not Jazz’s fault that Maslin is a fan of revenge. Jazz is, of course, above such things.
But the biggest difference between Danny and his Daemon is in how they deal with conflict; Danny shrinks in the face of any kind of tension and Aesina? Well, most often she grows. Jazz still remembers the first time Danny met Dash. He was in sixth grade, and Jazz doesn’t know how it started but it ended with Danny trying very hard and extremely unsuccessfully to hide an enormous pissed off bear in the middle of the hallway. Dash’s Pookie has been afraid of her ever since, which only seems to make the bully madder, but there wasn’t much Jazz can do about it. She’d started highschool the next year, and that’s when she and Danny started drifting apart.

“Danny, where’s Aesina?”
“She settled as a flee.” His tone is flat and depressed. He doesn’t hesitate, or blush, or do anything that might indicate a REASON he’d been hiding this from everyone.
Jazz doesn’t believe him.
By the time Danny was twelve, they were pretty sure Aesina would Settle as a bird. For one thing, Danny was kind of obsessed with flight and Astro Camp, and for another you  could always get her to shift by hiding somewhere and then jumping out when least expected. Invariably, there was a flurry of feathers that made a beeline to Danny’s shoulder, and then one pair of bird eyes, and one pair of bright, clear, blue, would turn to stare at Jazz. It was hilarious.
And while sometimes the daemon would be a falcon, or a vulture, or a dove, her default was pretty much always a bird.
Jazz just wishes she had the time she’d turned into a chicken on tape.
Jazz confronts Sam and Tucker. They stick to Danny’s story, but Jazz doesn’t miss the way Tucker gets quiet and fidgety, like something’s spooked him, and Sam’s daemon switches from a spider to a snake, wrapping around her arms and collarbone like he’s afraid to let her go. Tucker’s got a hand over his pocket, and she’s pretty sure he’s holding his daemon close as well. Their reactions freak Jazz out more than anything so far, enough that she almost believes them, just so she doesn’t have to consider the alternative.
Aesina had this way about her, when she got defensive. Yes, in extreme situations she’d shift to something large, but most of the time she’d puff herself up, spread her wings just slightly out from her body, right before she started arguing. The worst was always when she turned into a hummingbird because that allowed her to literally get right up in your face, and forced you to feel intimidated by two-inch bird. Her beak usually opened about the same time Danny’s head hit the table.
Now, though, there’s no one to defend Danny when he gets in a conflict. Sam and Tucker try, but humans are much less intimidating than bears, and without his daemon there’s nothing to stop Dash from slamming Danny into lockers.
Jazz has seen the bruises, even if their parents don’t, and it’s not fair of Aesina to leave him like this.
Jazz doesn’t understand. Because she can’t have left. She has to still be here… but where is she? Maslin has started noticing the way Danny looks at him, like he’s sad, and scared, and…
A person’s daemon is supposed to be with them from the moment they are born until the day they die.
Danny’s still here. So where is his daemon?
The ghost is talking to her brother. Okay, the ghost is talking to another ghost, but she keeps asking him where his daemon is and… There’s only one person Jazz knows who can’t find his daemon.
Ghosts don’t have daemons. The cat Ms. Spectra was pretending was hers was actually another ghost. And now she was mocking this ghost for not having one?
It has to be Danny. Because Jazz didn’t believe in ghosts until two days ago, but it’s the best explanation she’s had in months. Because Aesina has been missing ever since Danny got into an accident with the Ghost Portal. Because Danny has been depressed and quiet for months, but he’s been much worse since he started seeing Spectra, and she’s using phrases she knows she’s heard from Danny himself.
Maslin has realized the same thing, and is clinging to her side. She doesn’t want to think about Danny losing his daemon, about what it would be like for Maslin to just suddenly be… gone.
But he’s still her baby brother and if Aesina isn’t there to stand up for him, well… Jazz is.
Jazz tells Danny she loves him. She tells him he can tell her anything. She tells him that she’s there for him and will do anything she can to help.
She doesn’t tell him that she knows. How can she? She doesn’t understand, will never be able to understand, what it’s like to live without a daemon. What it’s like to… die.
She can only try to offer what comfort she can.
It feels weird, when Maslin crawls into Danny’s room and presses against him. It feels uncomfortable and invasive, but Danny is crying and holding him close and if Jazz could bring back his daemon she would but she can't… So she can suck it up and give him this.
Danny’s ghost sense goes off. He groans and stands, then takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest, standing straight and tall in a  way that he doesn’t when he’s human, seeming to grow even before his feet leave the ground. And then he transforms, ready to fight, her tiny baby brother facing off in the air, staring down a ghost 10 times his size…
And for a second, she doesn’t see her brother, doesn’t see a broken human missing his other half.
Instead she sees a hummingbird, hovering in midair, chest out, ready to fight.



He doesn’t know what he is.

His powers didn’t come with any instructions or any answers. It had been an accident. A mistake. And now he is here but…

He has spent years not knowing what he is.

All this time and he still doesn’t even know if he’s dead or alive. Or both. Or neither.

He is still a teenager, he thinks. With classes and chores. With nagging parents and bullies waiting for him in the hallway between periods.

But can he really believe that when he blasts ghosts with ectoplasmic energy built up around his hands and destroys city blocks with the ensuing chaos?

When he flies around Amity Park, he doesn’t need to breathe and no matter how desperately he looks for one, he cannot find a pulse.

His rings transform him back to a living breathing boy again, blood pumping gently, insistently, from his chest. But if he lets the light wash over him again, he is cold and powerful, with energy thrumming in his core.


… the other.

Human. Ghost.

Dead? Alive?

He doesn’t know anymore, what this makes him. He bleeds both red and green.

He is a ghost with a curfew. A student who can walk through walls.

Spectra asked him once what he was and he didn’t have an answer. A ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers?

Both, he had said then. Neither, he corrected. Then, I don’t know.

He still doesn’t know. Half of one thing and half of another but not really anything himself. Frostbite had called him a child of two worlds, but he wonders if he belongs to either, really. If he can ever belong to one again.

It’s hard to believe it when on one hand he is hunted down by his own parents and an overzealous ex-girlfriend, and on the other, half of the ghosts in the Ghost Zone seemed to make it their personal mission to escape out into the human world just to make his life a living nightmare.

He fights ghosts. But he is one. He protects humans, but they hate him for it.

There are only three people in the world who accept both of his halves, like him for… whatever it is he is.

Jazz covers for him when she can, eases his life at home, and stops to tell him how proud she is of what he is doing. Sam patches him up, stitching wounds in his side as she is always quick to assure him that his powers are good and make him unique. Tucker keeps him sane, keeps him grounded, and says not to worry because whatever Danny is, he’s still Danny, and that’s enough.

He tries to believe that. Really, he does. But it’s just so hard. Jazz would have a field day with the things that went through his brain, because even now, years later, he still waffles between both sides, staring at his hands with glowing green eyes as he tries to understand who he is.

What he is.

He is tired and hungry, bruised and upset. He is bleeding and he is exhausted and he cries when it gets to be too much.

He keeps getting knocked down, driven into the pavement. But he gets back up on his feet every time.

After he fails his math tests, he watches movies with his friends, and stares at the stars that he will never have a chance to study. When his parents shoot him, he escapes back to his room and spends dinner complimenting his mom’s cooking (if it isn’t trying to eat him) and laughs at his dad’s lame jokes.

Dash beats him up, Paulina calls him a loser, and Valerie avoids his eyes. But he saves them all, time and time again.

He’s terrified of still turning evil and destroying the world with the awful rage he knows is inside him. But he blushes when he brushes up against Sam’s hand as they walk home.

And maybe that means that Tucker is right. Because it just proves that there’s still some part of him that’s human.

Even if it doesn’t beat, he still has a heart.

Fallen - A Bellamy Blake Imagine

Summary: Imagine falling in love with Bellamy.

“You complete me. Like air and water, boy, I need thee. And when I’m in your arms I feel free. Fallen. My head’s up in the clouds, in love. I’m proud to say it loud. Like an accident it happened. Out of nowhere it just happened. And I ain’t mad at all because I’ve fallen…” - Mya - “Fallen”

It was late evening, the crisp and comforting inbound fall weather eagerly tugged at the last few hours of summer. Leaves were already turning into exquisite shades of amber and deep red as they left their homes in the sky to join you on the ground while earthy smoke from logs kindling fires filled nostrils with warm scents of autumn. Even now, it only took a light jacket or the warm arms of a companion to fend off the brisk early fall air.

It wasn’t the slight wind chill dancing across your bare shoulders that gave you goosebumps, but it was his calloused hands making their way up and down your free skin that made you shiver. Even a year into your relationship, there were still times when Bellamy’s touch just made your heart sing like a lark. And now was one of those times.

The stars punched through the midnight blue sky, twinkling like celestial fireflies and shining divine light on your home in Arkadia. The pair of you sat just outside the camp walls, on a hilltop with a perfect view of the cascading mountains peaking into the heavens. Your head rested on Bellamy’s shoulder while his arms wrapped securely around you. It was the same arms that caused your fates to intertwine one year ago, on this very day, and the same arms that still promised to protect you, now.

You and the remainder of Factory Station had come crashing down to Earth. Those that weren’t killed in the crash were taken by the sudden onslaught of grounder warriors. You were one of the lucky few to survive, that is if you considered avoiding death by dangling off of a cliff for two and half hours lucky.

You could never forget the moment that Bellamy answered your weakening cry for help. He looked down at you from the top of this towering cliff and urged you to hold on. He gazed down at you, with fierce determination in his eyes, and promised that he wouldn’t let you fall. This young man risked his life, repelling down the side of a perilously jagged cliff on a handmade rope, to save someone he had never even met before. He held onto you tightly, never letting go until he was sure that your feet were firmly planted on the ground.

You didn’t believe in love at first sight but it was clear that your hearts somehow connected in that moment and since that fateful day, you hadn’t strayed too far from one another.

“Did it hurt?” Bellamy asked suddenly.

“Did what hurt?” you asked in return.

Bellamy’s thumb traced slow circles on your forearm as he looked down at you with a playful smirk. “When you fell from Heaven?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, burying yourself further into the warmth of his embrace.

“Yeah, it did. Quite a lot actually,” you joked. “And if you’re referring to The Ark, I think Hell might be a more accurate description.”

You and Bellamy shared a short laugh before he spoke again.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” Bellamy said. “It must’ve been a hard day for you. A day you’d want to forget.”  

“No. In all honesty, it wasn’t too bad…and I’d do it all again if I had to,” you confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you broke my fall.”

You noticed Bellamy’s cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as your words melted their way into his heart. He tilted your chin up until your lips met his, hiding his blushing grin in a gentle kiss.

“Happy Anniversary, Bell,” you whispered against his lips.

“Happy Anniversary,” Bellamy replied softly before kissing you again.

When it came to love, Bellamy Blake made falling easy.