the things i do for my wife

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Just a short selection of comments I found. It seems men can’t seem to get away from being called pedos and perverts.

Sticking to myself at shopping centers.

I’m a tall(6'3), bearded man who grew up in a small town of about 800. So I grew up holding the door for anyone, saying have a nice day or howdy everywhere I go, and help anyone with anything if they need it. It’s just how I was raised.

One day I was headed to my girlfriends house and decided to stop at Walmart to grab some snacks on the way down. I was 20 years old at the time, but for as big as I am and the beard you could confuse me for 25-30. Anyhow, I was standing in the chip isle and noticed a little girl no older than 5 wandering around looking frightened, so I walked over and said are you lost? And she just kept saying “ mommy ” so instantly trying to do the right thing I thought to take her to the cashier so she may call over the loud speaker and call for her mother. As I walked she held her hand up to hold mine and I thought nothing of it, being as I was only doing the logical thing. Next thing I know the mother runs up to me screaming and snatching her daughter up, calling me a kidnapper and threatening to call the police. I tried explaining the situation and where I was trying to take her, unfortunately she was an uneducated moron and at that point I got a little heated and decided to tell her to maybe not let her child run off next time. Moral of the story, I tried to do the right thing not even thinking about how it would look for a bearded man to be walking with your little girl, even though they shouldn’t of been left alone, but it’s definitely something I’ll never do again.

When shopping with my wife and she wants to try stuff on I just have her text me pictures of her outfits if she wants my opinion.

We were at Macy’s a few months ago and I was just patiently waiting outside the dressing room waiting for my wife and she would open the door and step out to get my opinion.

I was just looking at my phone and minding my own business when I notice people walking up to me. A middle aged woman had gotten a manager and she had brought a security official of some type and asked me to leave or they would be forced to call the police.

It was super embarrassing and now I feel super self-conscious when shopping with my wife.

I stopped going to the playground with my niece. She loves it when I’m there with her. Going on slides with her or pushing her swing. But according to the mother’s there and the old ladies its creepy for a man to go there, even with my niece.

At first I didn’t care, I just ignored them. But some even went as far to ask my niece who’s only 3 if I was her father and other inappropriate things. Even got the cops called on me twice and after explaining the situation and having to go as far as having to get my sister down there, they left. But I’m still a creep to the woman’s eyes. I don’t talk to the other kids, I say Hi back and answer them if they ask something.

But… I just don’t understand.

I’ve been getting driving lessons recently and after the first one the instructor dropped me off and when we were organising new lessons we just said we would meet at the same place. It’s outside a school.

We probably met there about 10 times at various parts of the day in a car with massive “Driver Learning School” stickers all over it.

A woman came up to me yesterday as told me how it was wierd that two men met there and how people were talking and how there were “weirdos” about who people thought were selling drugs and how we wouldn’t want anyone thinking we were “weirdos”.

I’m a large dude. I seem to get more scared of this at work.

I’ve been told I’m intimidating in meetings. I pay close attention to my tone and body language now.

I stare at the elevator doors with my headphones on, especially when a lady gets on.

When the kids charity uses our offices for events every few weeks, I go to a different floor to use a private bathroom so I’m not alone in a public bathroom with any kids.

I volunteer at cub scouts. No parent or scoutmaster (predominantly male) is allowed to take the children anywhere alone. Not even to let them play in the gym after the pack meeting.

A female colleague was leaving the company. I offered a handshake. She asked for a hug (which I gave). I told her that in a company with 60% women, you never assume a hug. She nodded and said ‘Fair point.’

I have a bad back. I asked for a place to lay down occasionally during the day for short periods of time. They told me to use the 'wellness room’. Which is built for and decorated for nursing moms. And it’s outside the women’s bathroom. I told them a 6'4" dude with a beard laying on the floor outside the women’s bathroom is not a good look. They agreed. I lay on the cold tile of the handicapped bathroom now.

All it takes is an accusation, even if wholly unfounded. The conversation will always be there. I make sure I don’t even put myself in that situation.

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I took my wife to her first NWSL game this weekend and the entire way home was spent excitedly plotting out a Supergirl Soccer AU. Below are the basics… ENJOY!

National City is home to many things:  The last daughter of Krypton, the headquarters of a prominent media conglomerate, a secretive government organization that monitors alien activity… and the best women’s soccer team in the United States.

Alex is largely oblivious, and doesn’t realize who exactly she’s dating when she starts seeing Maggie Sawyer, the captain of the National City team.  But superfans Winn Schott and Vasquez are there to let her know just exactly who she her new girlfriend is.

The team is rocked by accusations of nepotism when they recruit new goalkeeper Lena Luthor from the Metropolis team.  She wants to prove that she is the best - and far more than just the scion of Luthor Corp, corporate sponsors of the NCFC.

To distract from the scandal - and celebrate what makes National City special - team manager Lucy Lane proposes a shift in branding.  And so the team becomes the National City Supers.

Alex prods her sister into attending the first game as Supergirl, but nothing can prepare Kara for what she feels when she meets the impetuous goalie who puts so much passion and energy into every game.

Queen Penny

Rewind the clock by a couple of decades and I was working as a team lead for an office supply store. This office supply store has a “copy center” where staff members would print, copy, and scan stuff for customers.

Enter “Penny”. Penny was a middle-aged woman who would come in every Friday smelling like wine, dressed somewhat elaborately, and who would make ridiculous demands on the copy center staff. Penny: crazy lady!

Penny’s weekly Friday afternoon visitations had been going on for a while before I ever became aware of her. She would come in with elaborate letters including photos, keepsakes, etc written to England’s Royal Family - various members from the Queen to Prince Charles to Fergie. She would make the copy staff photocopy the letters, demanding perfection to the point where she measured the margins to ensure the contents copied were in the exact center of the page. Then she would make the copy center staff package the letters and, when she did include something such as photos, inspect the packing to ensure the tape was perfectly even and pay the shipping to Buckingham Palace in London. She would frequently make the copy staff read the photocopied letters back to her. When they had initial refused to, she had called district management and complained so this request was honored whenever she asked.

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hey i love this game a lot and see lotsa ppl sad they cannot play it so have a quick giveaway

info bout game:
u play as a rad dad and will date some other rad dad likely. options in it include being able to make ur player dad trans, and choosing options as having previous had a husband or wife or if you adopted or got your kid through birth. its very open to whatever you are and very casual fun time. nothing nsfw but some implied things so be careful 

rule:

  •  rebagle = entry. idc if you do it a million times or what. 
  •  ill close it and pick a random person at likeeee 11pm EST today (20th)
  •  u gotta be my friend on steam for at least 5 whole minutes so i can send u it
  • please be any sorta lgbtq+ to enter. im not gonna quiz you its based on trust  that this is a cool game of dating dudes as a male protag and id rather someone queer who cant afford it get it
  • u aint lgbtq but u wanna share it for all ur cool queer pals?? totes okay just mention it in ur tags somehow
  • any other q hollah at me

okay that all please enjoy

the foxhole court as john mulaney quotes
  • neil: i'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i'll die
  • andrew: it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • aaron: sometimes, babies will point at me, and I don't care for that shit at all
  • nicky: eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs
  • kevin: im really sorry about last night, it’s just that im mean and loud. it probably will happen again
  • dan: you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair
  • matt: THATS MY WIFE!
  • renee: i think emily dickison is a lesbian
  • allison: i am a proud, asian american woman, and you will treat me with respect!
  • wymack: i pulled up to the drive thru window at mcdonalds and ordered a black coffee for myself and kept driving. The one thing no kid at mcdonalds can ever enjoy
  • riko: This is an on-fire trash can

During my journey of understanding and accepting my autism, I’ve focused a lot on “can’t”.
I “can’t” go to parties. I “can’t” go to uni. I “can’t” travel or keep my flat clean.
A lot of people have, for a lot of different reasons, been upset with this, and I get it.
If they love me, it’s sad to think I’m resigning myself to a limited kind of life.
If they don’t love me, they think I’m whining and not pushing myself enough. That I’m weak. Spoiled.
And I get all that… especially when it comes from people that know me.

That’s because there’s a soft “can’t” and a hard “can’t”.
I could, technically, go a day without food or I could lift something as heavy as me.
People understand that when I say I “can’t” do that, it’s a soft “can’t”. Like, I could push myself beyond what’s healthy, and it’d suck ass, and you’re a jerk if you expect me to do this. Technically I can, but you’d understand my “can’t”.
A hard “can’t” is then an actual “can’t”. I can’t survive without food. I can’t lift a car.

So far so obvious, I guess.
But the thing is the world never accepts a soft “can’t” from disabled people.

My wife “soft can’t” do the shopping for my whole family for the weekend we’re staying with them. So my mum asks her anyway, because my wife is a sweet and giving person and I’m the only one who sees her shaking when she comes back.
I “soft can’t” hold down a nine to five job, but because me crying in the break room, shutting down during my hours off and because my wearing headphones during my lunch break instead of talking to my coworkers is just snobbery, people think I’m being lazy or spoilt when I say I “can’t” do it. Even though I’ve been fired for that kinda shit before.

If you know me you’ve seen me push through my soft “can’t"s all my life, and I was forced to so often that even I didn’t realize I “couldn’t”, because other people knew better and I was just spoiled and either people broke down just like me when I couldn’t see them, or I was just a weird, entitled, difficult child like everyone said.

But I’m realizing a soft “can’t” is still a fucking “can’t”. Because abled people aren’t denied that kind of “can’t”. We understand that if an abled person avoids physical or mental pain or exhaustion, that’s just them being sensible. People have a rough idea of what they “can’t” do, and they expect that at least part of the pain and difficulty in disabled people’s lives is just pushing through their limitations to reach the same “can” and “can’t"s as they experience and respect.

Of course the trope of the good disabled person pushing through to impress even abled people with their accomplishments has been discussed before.
But my thing right now is just about claiming or reclaiming “can’t”. I don’t have to, or shouldn’t be expected to, suffer through my soft “can’t"s any more than an abled person.

So fuck you, world! I can’t be outside in summer. I can’t handle your manipulations. I can’t perform. I can’t live on my own. I can’t have a perfect life. I’m not a spoiled brat, dad. My pain counts just as much.
And my can'ts count. I’m already pushing myself through difficulties you’ll never understand, just to stay alive. Respect my limits. I will, whether it pisses you off or not.

  • alex: honey, where is my alien gun?
  • maggie, in the other room: what?
  • alex: where is my alien gun?
  • maggie: WHAT?
  • alex: WHERE. IS. MY. ALIEN. GUN.
  • maggie: why do you need to know?
  • alex: i need it!
  • maggie: nuh-uh! don't you think about running off doing whatever DEO thing. there are other agents. it can wait. we've been planning this dinner for two months!
  • alex: national city is in danger!
  • maggie: my EVENING'S in danger!
  • alex: you tell me where my gun is, maggie! we're talking about the GREATER GOOD!
  • maggie: 'greater good?' i am your WIFE! i am the greatest GOOD you are EVER gonna get!
A summary of Sam Riegel’s AMA by topic

Previously: Liam O’Brien

This is not a spoiler free AMA! I have marked major spoilers but please tread carefully if you’re not caught up.

Scanlan

Taryon

The game/cast

D&D

Sam himself/his family

anonymous asked:

If Harry uses hair ties, does he always lose them like the rest of us? And, do you think someone came up with the idea to just "accio hair ties" and is bombarded with years worth of Harry's missing hair ties?

I just had this image of Harry getting really stressful on work and a very brave young female auror asks “is everything alright sir?” And he just goes “i lost something” with a grumpy face. suddenly he sees it.
“Where did you find this hair tie?”
“Er… Why, Mr. Potter?”
“It’s pink”
“Sir? I’ve found it on the floor during training today. Sorry, but i don’t understand”
“Please leave.”

Later at home
“Gin, honey. So remember that lucky charm of yours”
“The symbol of our love that you decided to use during my important matches so you can send me good luck, yes I remember quite well. it was the most romantic thing you have ever done to me.”
“I lost it”
“Have you tried accio?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“How’s not that simple? It’s a hair tie”
“It’s with another… woman. Accidentally. But I will get it back, I just need a plan.”
“…”
“…”
“It’s ok sweetie, i trust you.”

Ginny never calls him “sweetie”.

Next morning someone enters his office. It’s Ginny. Harry jumps with a what the fuck omg it’s my wife, I’m dead again face. she wants to know if he got the hair tie back because that thing was really fucking important to her. The female auror appears on her sight. Ginny sees her old hair tie on that blonde hair.

Harry knows his wife very well.

“You won’t do this. Gin you shouldn’t be here- shit”

“Excuse me. Hi. I’m Ginn”
“Omg you’re Ginny Potter!! I’m such a fan! Would you mind signing my shirt?? And can I ask for an advice…”

Later that night at bed
“You’re right, it’s not that simple”
“I told you.”

and they discuss plans to get the hair tie back during all night harry can’t even concentrate to have sex and I’ve just written the first episode of How I Hexed Your Father, the name will be The One With The Hair Tie

what your fav homestuck character in 2017 says about you: The Kids
  • John: you just love this soft windy boy!! you super dig his aesthetics of blue and wind and flying and oh look you just drew a picture of him kissin some boys. "a pure, splendid boy indeed", you note as you draw john slam dunking dirk into a trash can as a prank
  • Rose: you are gay. you understand the true nature of rose as NOT a prim and proper lady but a pretentious messy goth lesbian who just likes to stay up at 4 am eating coffee beans and critiquing the homoerotic nature of literary works behind an Arby's or something. you love her and you love her twelve million girlfriends like kanaya, jade, vriska, terezi... the list goes on and on. you love her.
  • Dave: you really sympathize with his triumph over abuse and you constantly reblog davekat like your life depended on it. you understand that dave is the most developed character in the comic and you own a pair of mirror shades just to subconsciously remind yourself. have I mentioned how much davekat you reblog and draw and write? davekat is canon guys and your soft asshole boy got the boyfriend of his dreams. here's another comic of him in his underwear watching movies with karkat.
  • Jade: you SUPER DIG her aesthetic. JEEZE she is GOALS. you own at least 500 different pictures of jade holding the five planets on your phone and you love how she is both smart and capable of standing on her own. furries are a-ok and you like making dog jokes with jade. what a precious daughter. being part-dog was the greatest thing that could happen to her. also, you really think she got shafted in the ending and regularly post jade in many cute outfits to fill the void.
  • Jane: you draw her with bright red lipstick and a diner aesthetic. you are kin with jane and primarily ship janeroxycallie (or as I like to call it CottonCallie). you're kinda quiet about your love for her and don't post a whole lot. if someone else made a post for her, you'd be there giving your support and throwing in your own opinions.
  • Roxy: GOOD WIFE GOOD WIFE WIFE MATERIAL HOLY WOW NO WAY WOWZA GOOD WIFE. you are absolutely in love with her and everything she does. you get mad when people draw her with a drink because Hey, my beautiful wife worked her BUTT off to get past that and??? she did it??? wow. she's strong, she's beautiful, she's smart, she's sassy, she's funny. Wow. you draw her gaming, you draw her making jokes, you draw her in different aesthetics, you draw her doing void things, honestly who cares as long as you're drawing her. you might not be into johnroxy but ROXYCALLIE HOLY SHIT MAN. I cannot stress enough how much you love her.
  • Dirk: you can't help but love this trainwreck of a man. he's so problematic but that's why you love him! you regularly upload dirkjohn comics involving his wacky manime antics. everything you draw with dirk is gay or is him doing something ridiculously over the top but that's just the way you like it. sometimes you'll do character analysis posts that really delve into his subconscious and then accidentally attract 30 haters to your blog. you like how he cronches into an orange with the skin on and are CONSTANTLY shitposting.
  • Jake: you and twelve other guys are in the same small cult for this goofy boy's butt. you know just about everyone on this site that loves him. you would die for this man. everything he does makes you smile. you make analysis posts all the time about how he is WAY smarter than he lets on and is an ingenious manipulator but not in the Bad Way. you appreciate him way more than just guns, skulls, and movies. you draw him with very fluffy hair and have four askblogs for him. people will say you have bad taste and you will agree but continue to love him. every one out three comics is about dirk.
The signs as weird things I've seen on google
  • Aries: I think I just had a poop child. I legit think I lost 4 kilos.
  • Taurus: Are there people who are sexually attracted to Pokémon?
  • Gemini: I hate it when I'm studying and a velociraptor throws bananas at me.
  • Cancer: I just went outside and heard someone boo. Update: it was my wife.
  • Leo: NEVER PUT A SOCK IN A TOASTER.
  • Virgo: Can Jesus microwave a burrito?
  • Libra: What are these strawberries doing on my nipples I need them for my fruit salad.
  • Scorpio: I like to tape my thumbs together and pretend I'm a dinosaur- what did you expect? Some freaky bondage? Nah my mum doesn't approve of that soz.
  • Capricorn: What do I do if a ginger kid bites me?
  • Sagittarius: What would a chair look like if your knees were bend the other way?
  • Aquarius: Why can't I own a dwarf Chinese person?
  • Pisces: Sometimes when I'm alone I pretend I'm a carrot.

My favorite things about this gif in no particular order:
•The “I don’t know Emily, I’m about to give birth to a child DO I SEEM OKAY” shrug
•Emily’s “to hell with coffee. mY WIFE IS IN LABOR”
•Hotch’s “Please hold, JJ. I remember this with Haley: you have plenty of time, and I’m really gonna need this coffee.”
•JJ’s ~relatable~ look of sheer annoyance with Garcia at the very beginning

Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.

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I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.

MASTERLIST

Transcript of Joseph’s Cult Ending (DDADDS)

So I’ve been doing a lot of research into this “secret” Joseph ending, because quite honestly I wasn’t happy with not being able to have a satisfying ending with him (I wasn’t cool with him sleeping with me and playing with my feelings only to get back together with his wife after he’d assured me that they were separated, even though I do understand that it was probably the right thing for him to do for his children). Regardless, I wanted to see if there was actually another way this could’ve worked, and – well, let’s just say I was pretty shook at what I found, and the answer to my question is that no there is most certainly not a way this could’ve worked out between us, Joseph, because you’re a fuckin’ psycho. If you’d like to know what happens during the secret ending, read on. There are a lot of spoilers for the game, not just for Joseph’s path but for other characters, too.


IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BY UNLOCKING THIS ENDING DO NOT READ UNDER THE CUT. I DETAIL EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS FOLLOWING THE ENDING OF JOSEPH’S THIRD DATE; I DO NOT EXPLAIN HOW TO GET TO THIS ENDING IN GAME, BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS YET (though I do give some of my ideas about what you need to do to get there.)


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“Hopefully, no one will notice” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Summary : the story of how Bruce and his wife ended up with so many…marks on their bodies (stories this is referencing “She should cut her nails” and “Bruce…sucks”).

Hope you’ll like it, it’s kinda long sorry about that, I felt inspired ahem, especially you @harlequin-swan and blahblahblah : 

WARNING : If you are uncomfortable with smut, NSFW things, please, DO NOT read that fic. It is one of those that I have absolutely no shame writing. But I understand that not everyone like it. You can go check my not NSFW work though, I have way more of those :-). Anyway. Boom 2. :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It started rather innocently, as it often does, with Bruce saying that you had the house for yourself. 

The kids were out with Alfred for the ENTIRE day, because it was grandmother’s day and…Well, they considered your lovely and sassy butler their grandfather, and thought it was unfair that there wasn’t a “grandfather’s day”, so decided that grandmother’s day was also for grandfathers and…Yeah, basically, they weren’t there. 

He wasn’t even implying anything. Just saying that you could relax together, without any of your kids coming to bother you. How great was that ? 

Usually, no matter what, if you’d just settle down to watch TV, or do anything really, if one of your children was in the area, you could be sure they’d come ask you for something, or just stay with you. You didn’t mind of course, but sometimes, you had to admit that being just with your Bruce was nice. 

Your initial plan was to watch a few movies, and rest, because the week you just had had been hectic, and you were both exhausted…Really, it was all about enjoying each other’s presence more than anything else. 

Laying on the couch, watching a stupid rom-coms (but if you and Bruce were honest, you both loved stupid rom-coms), you were just so damn comfortable.

He was laying across the couch, with you on top of him, a blanket thrown over you two, so warm, so relaxing, so comfortable.  

Yes. It started out so innocently. 

You went through two movies (which was a record by the way) before your fingers started to slowly go up his shirt, and his hands were sneakily moving down your pants. 

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nineteen

Summary: It’s Father’s Day and, for the first time ever, you have a father to celebrate with. Your and JJ’s gift for Jensen goes viral, leading to a much needed conversation between Jared and your new father.
Words: 3.3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep
Warnings: fluff, mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Father’s Day, to you, was a somewhat foreign concept.

You never had a father. Your mom knew who he was, but he didn’t want you and you never wanted him either.

Anyone that would willingly leave their child with someone like your mother shouldn’t have a place in that child’s life, so you had no desire to search for him.

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Made of skin and bones

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Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

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1.Wolves   2.Chess   3.Holy water  4.Hold me


5. Market day

It’s a sunny day and the streets of your city are exactly as you love them: full of life. People chatting animatedly next to stands full of fruit from which their grangers boast, children running through the crowd and mothers behind them yelling to the kids to behave. Inhaling deeply you are pleasantly surprised by the sweet smell of your favorite buns fresh from the oven. Decided, that will be your next stop.

Just  before you mislead the two guards James especially chose to follow you around all day, of course.

Looking at them from the corner of your eye you see how bored they are, one of them can’t stop yawning while the other seems to want to nail himself with something sharp just to feel something. You smile to yourself, that’s part of your plan. You’ve been wandering around the market for hours, looking around, buying here and there but not really doing anything interesting, just making the two poor soldiers dizzy and waiting for they to get their guard down, so you can “get lost” and visit Nat once for all.

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