@obsessedwithfob Looks a bit like mine, hmm?

When I found out someone had completely ripped me off, I almost had a panic attack. 

here’s mine

My hands are ice cold, and I am shaking. I’ve never felt so taken advantage of. I put my edits and work out there, and people take it. They knew I really wanted to be in this, and completely stole my idea.

Please, spread this. The success my edit had was something I should be proud of, not afraid of. I shouldn’t have people stealing my work… Especially when I thought of this myself, and had nice people send it in for me because they CARE for me.

I may be crying, but many others are a victim of this. I will not let this get too me, but if you could help me get dan’s attention on this, i’d appreciate it. Whether it’s tracing, reposting, or copying… All have a similarity and that is STEALING.

Being in his video is such an oppurtinity, and not seeing my url in the description saddens me. It hurts to know that people wouldn’t think that I would be affected. They completely stole my idea, and I am very sad.

A list of things I’ve learned:

1. You like your coffee black, with just a sprinkle of sugar. No cream. Once you tried drinking a blend from India I found at the supermarket, but you told me that you preferred your coffee to have grits, thick and dark that coat the back of your throat when they go down. So I took the cup for myself and made you a pot of Folgers.

2. When you read, and are entranced by the words, your eyebrows scrunch together like the back of a caterpillar and you always rest your hand on your chin.

3. When you read you have a tendency to fall asleep and drool on the pages. I can’t tell you how many books in the Bunker’s library I’ve had to wipe drool off of or rip out ruined pages because of your spit. It’s a good thing I adore you.

4. You usually sleep on your back, it’s easier to defend yourself if you are attacked that way. But with me you sleep on your stomach, or curled up against my chest, breath warm on my neck. I like that you are comfortable with me. I know how hard it is for you to let yourself go.

5. The brief moments you do let yourself go are rare. I cherish them.

6. You always say my name when you come.

7. You are fascinated with my hands, all the things they can do, have done, and will do. I love when you kiss my fingertips.

8. You get this look of unfettered joy on your face whenever you cook for Sam and I. I don’t know if this joy is because you are happy doing something for us, or you simply enjoy the routine activity. I haven’t asked and I won’t, as long as you are doing something that makes you happy I don’t care the reason.

9. You love your brother with every fiber of your being; you love me with your entire soul. I often wonder how you manage to love the both of us and have any love left.

10. You love without reserve, and so do I. How could I not?

11. You only stay in hotels that cost less than $69 dollars a night. It was an inside joke between you and Sam for years until I finally understood.

12. You make a lot of jokes, some are funny and some really aren’t. I laugh at them all.

13. You hate cherry pie. I’m still shocked about this one.

14. You won’t eat apples but you will eat an entire apple pie if given the chance. I will never understand the difference, it’s all apples to me.

15. You love all Impalas before 1967, but hate all the ones that came after. “Copycats,” you called them. I can’t say I blame you.

16. You’re proud of Sam for graduating college this summer. You cried at the ceremony. I did too.

17. You love sacrilege and angels. I think that’s partly why you married me.

18. Sometime after Purgatory you told me you hated Bed & Breakfast places. “Too frilly, and too honeymoon-y,” is what you said. But somehow I managed to convince you to stay in one on our wedding night. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I am starting to doubt that you hate them as much as you say you do.

19. You cried the first time we had sex, burying your head in the pillow and hiding your tear-stained face from my eyes. The Mark burned on your arm, and I cradled your head in my hands. Later you told me it was the first time you had felt anything in over a year and I vowed to make sure you would never have to suffer again. I think I succeeded.

20. Tomorrow is our first anniversary and you are finally at peace. You are currently curled up in our bed, hands splayed wide and relaxed on the pillow, even in your sleep reaching for me.

21. You don’t say “I love you,” often, but you don’t need to. Every caress of your hands, touch of your mouth, and crinkly-eyed smile is all the “I love you,” I need.

Your long time friend hands you an invitation to a gala in their honor. You, being the messy person you are, stick it haphazardly in your bag. When you take it out, you see the corner had been peeled off accidentally. There’s text where it was ripped. You remove the top altogether. There is a message that reads, “Good. You are undoubtedly one of the greatest minds of our generation if you have solved it before the gala. I need you to provide a service to the country. This is a matter of national importance. First, I need you to…”

Weak Spot Pt. 2

Title: Weak Spot Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Plot: Just a continuation of Weak Spot

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by super-pink-rabbit

               The “therapist” ripped off her lab coat and fake glasses but kept the paper in her hand. That was for the boss. She’d been sent to study the subject.  James “Bucky” Barnes, better known as the Winter Soldier. That idiot Stark had even paid her millions of dollars for it.

               She gripped the crumbled paper tightly in her hands as she walked briskly, proudly to the boss, whom she handed the paper to. Glancing up at her, he unfolded the paper and the words yanked a sinister smile onto his lips.

               Weak Spot: Y/n Y/l/n

               She spoke two firm words before turning on her heels and leaving the room.

               “Hail Hydra.”

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producer unnie: a fanmix of girl group members and female solo acts who had a hand in the production of their music

domino game kiss&cry // green light (feat. jay park) (english ver.) // rip off after school // after club brown eyed girls // very hot hyuna // my heart hwasa // only one boa // miss korea lee hyori // every night exid // if i were you 2ne1 // bad day iu // goodbye for now ailee // so long apink // movie star secret // you don’t love me spica // telepathy girl’s day// love cell sunny hill // baby maybe snsd // sunshine sistar // goodbye summer (feat. d.o) f(x) // truth ha:tfelt

When you give our Curious Leo a pointer hand.....

Oh look Leo has a pointer hand!

Now I know what you’re thinking but this is a broadcast so surely everything will be fine!!  There’s no way he would….. hold on…. nope he’s already started fidgeting with it……

This can’t possibly end well…..oh yep look the finger been ripped off.

And now the hand’s completely off the stick.

Well now you’ve done it Leo!!  It’s broken!!  How on earth are you gonna fix….. and now it’s just a finger.

He’s rammed the finger back on the stick and is using that to point with….



………………….. you adorable little shit i’m so done with you.



From time to time I end up in Tokyo. One weekend in July I was invited to come along with dear friends visiting from Germany and we spent a lovely weekend exploring the greatest city in the world.

We stayed in Kabukichō, an area of Shinjuku which is traditionally one of the seediest areas in Tokyo. Apparently it is now being cleaned up for when the Olympics come into town in 2020. After all, you wouldn’t want the tourists be ripped off when they frequent the strip bars and hand job places, would you.

Kabukichō is also filled with love hotels, were lovers go to spend a few not so quiet hours. Most offer a rest, which is for a few hours, and a stay option, which is for the whole night. Even respectable hotels such as ours offer a rest.

Apparently, Shinjuku’s gay neighborhood is really famous in Japan. When I mentioned to my colleagues in passing that I had visited Shinjuku Nichōme they made big eyes.

You did not hand me my heart back when you stopped loving me.
You unearthed it from where it had nestled into your palms for so long,
ripped out its joints,
dropped it at your feet,
and walked away.
Leaving me to come and pick it up off the ground.

But now I have it back.
It is safe in my rib cage where it belongs–
Where it will be loved.
And you will never hold it in your cold hands again.

During our first Black Hack campaign, Angelo was a bratty thief, Nyxie was also thief and Angelo’s main crush. Nyxie had just gotten saved by Angelo because goblins were attacking our campsite and Angelo had a bow and arrows. After the battle ended, Nyxie was still a good distance away from Angelo.

Angelo: I make a heart with my hands towards Nyxie and wink, then mouth “my tent, tomorrow night”.

Nyxie: I return the heart sign for a second, but then I promptly rip the heart in half and flip Angelo off with both hands.

GM: Angelo, roll for initiative twice.

[Critical fail both rolls]

GM: Angelo, while you were standing there shocked that the girl of your dreams flipped you off and practically hates you, a large flying bird decided to drop a good-sized stone on your head.

[after calculating damage]

GM: If you were having a bad day before, now it’s terrible. A bird knocked you out. You are now unconscious.

10 more Larry moments

#1 This soft hand touch

#2 When they slapped their fingers together by accident

#3 When Harry jokingly threw a punch at Louis before a show

#4 After they were put together somebody carried somebody off.

#5 When Louis wanted a hair tie and Harry was quick to respond

#6 When they were together on a bus :’)

#7 When this happened and they looked happy af. Not to mention harry had cum stained jeans and a ripped t shirt.

#8 When they showed us what they’d look like in the future as larents.

#9 When Louis wore panties to his mom’s wedding and harry had a condom in his pocket. 

#10 This cute kiss


This is how close I was to Julian last night. No zoom, no reaching out with the camera. I was crying my eyes out at this very moment. They were performing Human Sadness and tbh I didn’t think it was going to impact me as hard as it did. It caught me off guard, my mind, body, and soul was not ready for the emotions I went through throughout the entire song. My heart ached at the beginning and I cried like I hadn’t cried in literally years, to the point where my sister teared up seeing me that way that she held my hand an my husband had his arms wrapped around my waist. I felt like Julian reached into my soul and ripped it out of me. The passion he puts into this song is incredible and it is such an amazing and liberating feeling to scream “FUCK DEPRESSION” with your idol, the man who’s music helped you through depression. I will never, ever, forget how I felt at that very moment.

*please do not remove source


“Stop it!” Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick. Sansa was afraid. “Arya, you stay out of this.”

“I won’t hurt him… much,” Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the butcher’s boy.

Arya went for him. 

They rolled in the grass, the wolf snarling and ripping at him, the prince shrieking in pain. “Get it off,” he screamed. “Get it off!”

Arya’s voice cracked like a whip. “Nymeria!”

The direwolf let go of Joffrey and moved to Arya’s side. The prince lay in the grass, whimpering, cradling his mangled arm. His shirt was soaked in blood. Arya said, “She didn’t hurt you… much.” She picked up Lion’s Tooth where it had fallen, and stood over him, holding the sword with both hands. 


She had thought she had known what it meant to be afraid, but she learned better in that storehouse beside the Gods Eye. Eight days she had lingered there before the Mountain gave the command to march, and every day she had seen someone die…There was no place to hide, no tricks to play, no way to be safe…. 

The questions were always the same. Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Was there more food? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? Which of the village folk had aided him? When he rode off, where did he go? How many men were with them? How many knights, how many bowmen, how many men-at-arms? How were they armed? How many were horsed? How many were wounded? What other enemy had they seen? How many? When? What banners did they fly? Where did they go? Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? How many men were with him? By the third day, Arya could have asked the questions herself. 

It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him.

“Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? is there gold in the village?


One of the spearmen drifted over to Lommy. “Something wrong with your leg, boy?”

“It got hurt.”
“Can you walk?” He sounded concerned.
“No,” said Lommy. “You got to carry me.”
“Think so?” The man lifted his spear casually and drove the point through the boy’s soft throat.

Lommy never even had time to yield again. He jerked once, and that was all. When the man pulled his spear loose, blood sprayed out in a dark fountain. “Carry him, he says,” he muttered, chuckling. 

“Can’t you walk?”

“Walk?” His fingers were slick with blood. “Are you blind, girl? I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. I can’t walk on this.”

“Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you’ll get there, then.”

“You’ll need to carry me.”

See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.

“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly.

Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. 

Throwing sadists’ words back in their faces as they are for once the ones not delighting in administering pain but rather dealt what they’re given since AGoT-

Arya Stark, ladies and gentlemen.


Elijah x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, rough, sex, furniture breaking

Elijah fell silent when you glared at him. He’d gone and done something reckless to help Klaus and you’d thought he wouldn’t be coming back, which had led to a long argument about helping Klaus when he returned.

It was like the world slowed as you stormed your way over to him, gripping his face as you kissed him your pent up worry and anger pouring through the kiss. Elijah’s hands found your waist as he deepened the kiss, lifting you off your feet as he crossed your room.

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Ulquiorra drunk texts

As requested by anon. :)

[Need more drunk texts in your life?]

If Ulquiorra (a) got drunk and (b) had a phone, what sorts of texts might result?

1. To Grimmjow

what do you have against doors

2. To Grimmjow

you came into my palace through the wall even tho the door was right there. it does not make sense. it has bothered my brain forever. why did you do that

3. To Grimmjow

wait i have had a revelation. you are a cat. cats do not like doors. they do not like them because their tails are at risk from the closing of the door. that is why you did not use the door but came through the wall. 

you are such a cat

4. To Grimmjow

cat and bat rhyme

is that funny? i don’t understand humor

5. To Ishida

quincy there is something that i need to tell you. when i ripped off your hand, that was before i realized that the heart was in the hand. i was not trying to take your heart. it was not a romantic gesture. your hand was annoying me and so therefore i wanted to rip it off. but not in a romantic way.

6. To Ishida

also quincy when i cut off the horn of the hollow kurosaki ichigo i did not do that to protect you. you being protected was an unwelcome secondary consequence. i was not protecting you because of a sense of romance.

7. To Ishida

i had never thought this through before. you must have been so convinced that i was romantically inclined toward you.

if this revelation hurts you, do not tell me. i do not care.

8. To Yammy

why do you follow me everywhere

9. To Yammy

you are not my duckling

10. To Aaroniero

you are trash but you have shiba kaien inside of you and i need to ask him something

11. To Aaroniero

i did not say it was about the heart

12. To Aaroniero

look just ask him what the heart is b/c i hear that he knows. I will give you a pie.

13. To Gin

because i am dead you will never see my second release *laughter out loud*

14. To Gin

that joke made me sad. are jokes supposed to do that

15. To Aizen

i was a very good subordinate. very loyal. yet you sent me to your death. even though i gave you eye sparkles and said nothing when you seemed to get off on them

16. To Aizen

i felt dirty every time when you seemed to be getting off on my eye sparkles. it made me feel like the trash. i have never told anyone that before

17. To Aizen

i do not feel like you are taking this revelation very seriously

18. To Yoruichi

when you beat up yammy that was a little cool

19. To Yoruichi

it is humorous that cat and bat rhyme

20. To Ichigo

do you remember when you offered to cut off an arm and a leg to fight me? i wish that had come true. i believe that i would be much better at hopping than you

21. To Ichigo

because bats are very good hoppers. that is something that is not well known about us

22. To Ichigo

you stomped on my head do you remember that

23. To Ichigo

your inner hollow is very unpleasant. after i took you to my secret rooftop place and ripped open my shirt for you and everything.

24. To Orihime

woman i am not angry that you did not heal me

25. To Orihime

mostly because anger is not a feeling that i have. i was less than satisfied though

26. To Orihime

if you had healed me you could have gone on teaching me about humanity after i killed kurosaki ichigo in front of you

27. To Orihime

no that is not horrible it is the only outcome that would have been possible

28. To Orihime

why are you upset do you not remember that i had a revelation about the heart

29. To Orihime

the heart is in my palm

30. To Orihime

that does too make it all better

31. To Orihime

you will forever be mysterious to me woman

money || m.c

“princess, they don’t care about you. they only care about the money

y/n couldn’t believe this was happening. she was sitting across luke hemmings in the tightest dress and her hair pulled back so tightly that she felt like her scalp was on the verge of getting ripped off. 

she tightly gripped onto the silver utensils in her hands and kept her eyes firmly on the meal in front of her. she was close to breaking down in anger as her parents began discussing her life and how she’ll marry a man she had absolutely no interest in what so ever.

most parents don’t force their 19 year old daughter to get married so early but most parents also don’t force their daughter to inherit their multi billion dollar business when she turns 21. 

y/n’s parents weren’t normal at all. they owned one of the biggest businesses in the world, earning billions per year. therefore she grew up in a strict household, learning how the stock market works at the age of 14 and even in her earlier childhood, y/n was only told her that’s she important because she’ll be owning the family’s business.

her parents were never around but when they were, they only talked about work and only scolded her for not using the right utensils for cutting her steak or accidentally eating with her mouth open during dinner.

fast forward 10 years and y/n was still the same girl as she was when she was only 9. always getting told that she wasn’t good enough, still clumsy with her table manners and sad as hell. 

“y/n, did you hear me?” her mother snapped her out of her thoughts, causing her to almost knock over the wine. 

“n-no,” her face heated up as everyone’s eyes landed on her, she nervously readjusted herself and faced her mother with a forced smile, “i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“you and luke will announce your engagement tomorrow,” she sighed softly but her eyes shot cold daggers at her own daughter.

y/n’s mouth went dry and looked at the blonde boy sitting across her, he gave her a simple shrug, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it. luke was in a similar situation as her, their parents were business partners and somehow they came up with an idea to combine their businesses to create a bigger company by forcing their children to get married, not caring if their children were miserable.

“you two would look lovely together,” liz, luke’s mother, gushed with a plastic smile glued onto her perfectly caked face.

y/n gulped down the steak with trouble, suddenly it just tasted like cardboard. never in her life was she so miserable.


y/n somehow managed to escape the paparazi and into the bar without getting blinded. she mentally cursed for forgetting her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the flashing lights of the cameras and tiredly ran her fingers through her hair. she just wanted an escape from the last couple of days which just consisted of her mother jabbering about her marriage and getting forced into uncomfortable wedding dresses even though the wedding wasn’t until next year.

she nervously played with the ring on her finger as she waited for the bartender to serve her drink. everyone gave her strange looks, noticing her from the magazines and newspapers and wondering why y/n y/l/n, the daughter of one of the world’s richest families, was at a dingy pub. 

“tough day?” the bartender gave y/n a sympathetic smile, handing her the alcoholic drink over the counter. he had bleached blonde hair and an eyebrow piercing and was undeniably attractive in his own way.

“yeah,” she nodded with a sad look, taking a gulp out of the cold drink, “i’m going to get in so much trouble for coming here but fuck it.” 

“are you underage?” the bartender asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“no,” she scoffed, raising the glass for another sip. she suddenly realised that the bartender didn’t know who she was and lowered the drink from her lips and frowned in confusion, “do… do you know who the y/l/n’s are?”

“y/l/n’s…. no, why?” the bartender scrunched up his nose in confusion as he began wiping the counter with a rag, “should i?”

“no, i was just wondering, they’re a bunch of brats,” y/n waved it off with a chuckle, it was quite strange to meet someone who didn’t know who she was but it was also pleasing. it gave her a sense of freedom, that she could say whatever she wanted without getting judged.

“what’s your name?” he asked.

“megan,” y/n lied, her eyes scanned over the choices of drinks behind him for an idea, “megan… megan hemmings.” she mentally groaned for using her future last name. (soz if ur name is actually megan lol)

“my name’s michael-”

he got cut off by a tall man with a bandanna tied around his head to keep his unruly blonde hair out of his eyes, “hi, are you y/n y/l/n?”

y/n bit back a groan and quickly glanced at michael who was frowning in confusion, giving him an apologetic smile before turning back to the stranger. “no, i’m not,” she shook her head.

“are you sure? there’s a big crowd of paparazzi out there,” the guy beckoned at the doorway with a skeptical look.

“yeah, like people get me mixed with up with her all the time,” y/n forced out a fake laugh and playfully rolled her eyes, “do you really think a girl like her would wear jeans and a band t shirt?”

the guy looked deep in thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, “damn, that’s true. she’s hot but she’s a spoilt little brat who probably won’t even come to a pub like this… sorry, the paps must have gotten you mixed up with her then.”

“no problem,” y/n shrugged it off although she was quite hurt with what he said. she use to people calling her a spoilt brat but she preferred being poor if it meant that she had freedom and privacy. sure, she got fancy cars and designer brand clothes but she never got what she really wanted, freedom

the guy soon left her, muttering another apology before he did, leaving y/n feeling very awkward. “i get that a lot,” she chuckled nervously as michael looked at her with a strange look on his face.

“i knew you looked familiar,” michael frowned, “must be hard looking like y/n y/l/n, i don’t even know who she is but she must be pretty big.”

“yeah,” she took another sip of the bitter liquid, trying not to cringe at the horrible taste, “so,what’s your phone number?” she bluntly asked, normally y/n wasn’t this forward but it was the beer that gave her the boost of confidence. 

“i was going to ask you the same thing,” he smirked and pulled out a pen as y/n handed him her hand.


y/n waited for michael to call her all week and he happened to do so at the worst time. she was getting forced to go on a date with her fiance in public where they would get noticed and gain publicity. 

their engagement has been trending worldwide on twitter and there were photos of the two everyone on the internet and y/n prayed that michael didn’t have any social media- and read any newspaper or magazines, and didn’t watch the tv and youtube.

she assumed that michael figured out that y/n lied about her identity and lost interest in her, which she really didn’t blame him. he seemed like a private guy and dating a girl like her meant no privacy.

“your phone,” luke coughed and gestured at her phone that was buzzing on the table.

her eyes widen at the caller id and hurriedly answered it with excitement, “sorry, i just need to take this call,” she smiled and stood up from her seat without even glancing at luke and quickly made her way to the bathroom.

“hey, sorry,” she apologised, wedging her phone between her shoulder and ear as she examined herself in the bathroom mirror.

“all good,” michael chuckled, his rich voice sending shivers up her spine, “so, how have you been lately?”

“pretty good, you know, i’ve been working here and there… what about you?” she answered, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip.

“great, great. hey.. um, do you want to like grab a coffee sometime?” michael also sounded nervous, making y/n grin from ear to ear.

“oh, i’d love to,” she answered, “what time?”

“maybe tomorrow at 11?”

her smile slipped off when she realised that she already planned on a trip with luke to times square… well her parents did but she knew she couldn’t say no unless she broke her neck or something. they definitely wouldn’t be happy if she was meeting up with a bartender. 

“i’m sorry… are you available at a different day?”

“no, i have work all day and night after tomorrow until the next week,” he said slowly, “it’s okay if you can’t-”

“oh i can, don’t worry!” y/n cut him off, desperately wanting to see the hot bartender once again, “just text me the details.”

she knew that she was going to get into a lot of shit but she didn’t care for once in her life. but, little did she know that michael will dramatically change her life.


so like ask for part 2.  i like this v much :) but idk if you guys like it


so basically y/ns rich af and so is luke (theyre like the kardashians i guess) but she falls in love w michael (he aint rich) and shit happens.

I once knew a girl named Sam.
She ripped her dress and tights every day,
Like she was trying to escape.
She captured bugs in her hands.
And played football with the boys, the tackling kind.
She punched Sue Ellen in the nose,
When Sue called my mother crazy.

I once had a friend named Sam.
We climbed trees together,
And she let me spend the night at her house
When my own became unbearable.
She always had ice cream in the freezer for me.
She cut off all her hair herself,
And wore dirty jeans and her brothers’ shirts.
Everyone said she’d outgrow it,
To ease the mind of her parents
Who worried she would never catch a man.

I once saw a struggling twelve-year-old named Sam.
She refused to wear a bra,
Or paint her nails or face.
The girls said she stank,
And the boys asked her why she didn’t have any friends.
The teachers said she wasn’t appropriately dressed
When she wore a man’s button down and trousers.
Her parents whipped her every night,
And lay new dresses with extra ribbons and lace on her bed every morning.
I didn’t spend the night at her house anymore, even if mine was unbearable.

I once watched a teenager named Sam
Cut her arms in the school bathroom.
The blood flowed down the sink like a red river,
And the tears streamed down her face like a clear one.
She had dozens of scars all up her arms and legs
That she hid behind black sleeves and tights.
I ran out of the stall I was in,
And grabbed her arms and knocked the razor out of her hands.
I hugged her and held her,
And later we ditched class and got ice cream.

I once saw a woman named Sam graduate high school.
She never thought she would make it,
But I knew she would.
She wore sneakers under her gown,
And her head was sheared under her cap.
Some said she was different.
Some said she was a dyke.
Others said worse.
But I knew that she visited my mother with me
When I couldn’t go alone.
And I knew that she was just beginning her journey,
Even as ours together drew to an end.
Afterwords we went out for ice cream,
And I spent the night at her house.

I once met with a student named Sam,
And her girlfriend, for lunch.
We ordered ice cream first,
And tried to reconnect after three years apart.
She seemed happier.
But still uncomfortable.
She was afraid to tell her parents.
And I reminded her to be grateful that she still had some.
Her parents didn’t take the news well.
I let her sleep at my house when hers became unbearable

I once knew a crazy person named Sam,
Who told me,
That she didn’t want to be a she anymore,
But rather a He.
I didn’t know how to react.
But she seemed scared,
So I hugged her and held her
And later we went out for ice cream.
Her parents didn’t take the news well,
So I let her sleep at my house when hers became unbearable.

My best friend is a man named Sal.
He is married to Jenna,
And they have two beautiful daughters.
Sal is a psychologist,
And he is the happiest person I know.
He still has scars on his arms and legs,
And he says that one day he will show them to his daughters,
So they know that being different is okay.
He always has ice cream in the freezer
And when I got divorced,
He let me sleep at his house when mine became unbearable.

There was something special about working with the man you loved, there was something that ripped your soul apart when he was happily married and oblivious to your feelings but that was Emily Swanson’s life. 

Emily had been working at the Charmane Art gallery and museum for about five months. A month ago she started working with James Dempsey, he began to train her in art restoration, or rather further what she had studied before getting this job. He was kind, handsome, talented, funny and completely off the market. So of course Emily was head over heels.

Emily arrived early, two coffees in hand, she often stopped to get them coffee knowing that James started working usually even earlier than she did. 

“Morning.” Emily smiled as she set the coffees down on the table and started to unbelt her coat to take it off and hang it up. When she was done she headed over to the table and handed James his coffee. “Did you get home in time for your dinner guests last night?” She asked making conversation, not really wanting to know about his night, though with the friendly smile on her face no one would know.