things that happened in my house

I Don’t Say No To This (Philip x Reader) (Pt.3)

Summary: Um. Sad? Idk. I’m bad at summaries

TW: Abusive parent/spouse, hospitals, death

A/N: If I am in anyway insensitive, please let me know. It is not my intention.

Masterlist Part One Part Two

You grip the car door as Philip drives to his house. “Yes, ma’am.” You take a deep breath. “Oh, my.” Your knuckles turn white. “I understand. Thank you for your time. Have a wonderful day.” You turn to face Philip. “Would you mind taking me to the hospital?”

“What’s wrong?!”

“My mom. I’m not sure all that happened. James is taken into questioning, though.” You breathe deeply to keep yourself from crying.

He grabs your hand tightly. “I’m-”

You cut him off. “Don’t apologize. That’s the last thing I want to hear.”

He nods slightly and starts driving toward the hospital. Throughout the rest of the ride, he tries to comfort you. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You can’t promise things like that.”

He sighs. “I’m scared of what’s going to happen, too. I have no clue what’s going to happen, but I do know you. I know how strong you are. I know that no matter what happens, you will be okay one day. And, I hope that I’ll be there to help you.”

As soon as he stops the car, you start sobbing. He engulfs you in a hug and strokes your hair. “Let’s see what’s going on before you start sobbing.”

You smile and pull yourself away from his embrace. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. You’re coming with me, right?”

He smiles and kisses you. “Only if you want me to.”


Philip pushes open the door for you. “After you, m’lady.”

You giggle and curtsy before walking in. You squeeze Philip’s hand, as you ask the receptionist if you can see your mother.

“They are doing a few tests on her right now and would prefer not to have any visitors at the moment. I’m sorry.”

You smile softly. “Thank you. Do you know when I will be able to see her?”

She shakes her head. “With the shape she was in when she arrived, it may not be until tomorrow morning. If you write your number down here-” she hands you a clipboard with other phone numbers scribbled next to names- “we will contact you as soon as she is stable enough to see you.”

You take the clipboard from her and write your number next to your mother’s name. “Thank you. Have a good evening.”

You close your eyes and walk out the door.


You remain silent as you walk into Philip’s room. He gently rubs your back. “Can I get you anything?”

You shake your head. “I just want cuddles.”

He kisses your forehead. “I can help with that.”

You start sobbing into his chest. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto the bed. You’re not sure when you do, but you fall into a dreamless sleep.


You wake up, still in Philip’s arms, and glance at the clock. 3:56 a.m. Well, there’s no way that you’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you slowly climb out of bed, careful not to wake Philip, and walk downstairs. You still didn’t finish your homework for today, so you decide to start on that. Just as you pull out your physics binder, you hear voices in Mr. Hamilton’s study.

“I thought we agreed she wouldn’t be here long,” you hear Mr. Hamilton say.

You hear the other person, presumably his wife, sigh. “I’m not saying that I appreciate what happened between you and her mother, but she is just a child. She has nowhere to go.”

“She’s eighteen. She is old enough to get a job and apartment of her own.”

“You’re that willing to let her live on her own?”

“If it means she won’t bother my family again, then yes.”

She laughs. “Can you not see how much she has gone through? I would have thought that you, of all people, would understand how much life can throw at a person.”

“And I didn’t get to the position I’m at today by living off someone else’s fortune.”

“You’re impossible, Alexander.”

“You aren’t the easiest person to live with either.”

She takes a deep breath. “Whether or not you want her to-”

“I don’t,” he interjects.

“Her father is still going to try to find her. He’s going to want his daughter back. At least, if she’s with us, she’ll have someone to help her.”

“He won’t try to find her,” he states.


“He’s in jail for killing her mother.”

You gasp and cover your mouth, causing the two to hear you. “She’s dead?”

Mrs. Hamilton pulls you into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”

For once, you’re happy to hear those words.

anonymous asked:

After having a shitty day because my boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me on Valentine's Day, my best friend showed up at my house with chipotle and Starbucks and we watched your old videos. It made things a little bit better.

That’s absolutely horrible! I’m so sorry that happened to you, but I’m glad your friend and my dumb videos helped lighten the blow a bit. You deserve so much better!

chemicalkin  asked:

A short creepy dream for you: When I was a teenager I had a dream that I didn't remember well aside from a creepy voice saying "Some are dead, others are dying". It freaked me the fuck out and I was terrified. Not too long after there was a series of 3 deaths at my school.

man noooo that would have fucked me up so much. I don’t know what it is about creepy dreams and the audio aspect of them but the thing I remember most often about my creepy dreams are the sounds. I think the most obvious example of this is that scream the doll made in that fucked up doll dream I mentioned at some point (I have never heard anything like it before and I hope I never will again) but also this really heavy knocking on the front door that used to happen during a reoccurring night terror when I was a kid. I swear it made the whole house shake.

I don’t know why I would do if any of those things had been actual ominous sentences. cry, probably.

anonymous asked:

Gimme the prompt fills, I'm hungry for 'em. Write! Write! Write!

haaahhhh ok so. I know this is meant to be excited and encouraging and on one hand, it can be kinda encouraging to know people are excited for your writing! But this sort of “write! write! write!” message that I get every so often comes across as weirdly aggressive and demanding and can be really off putting.

Me writing is a creative hobby that is in a constant battle with my own not-quite-functioning brain. It also is something that happens while I have a full time job that can use a lot of mental and physical energy. I also recently got a house and have a ton of projects going to try and turn this house into a real dream space for me. And I’m trying to maintain at least a shadow of a social life, though by most people standards that’s barely a thing. I also have three cats, a dog, and a snake, and am setting up plans for a vegetable garden and chickens.

So writing happens when I can get my adhd chilled out between bouts of a pretty busy life. I know how agonizing it can be to wait for updates on things you’re excited about in fandom! But try to be patient! A lot of us content creators are doing this for free for fun between the usual issues that come with life!

thethirstisoutthere replied to your post: Emoji Questions

Tell me about theses ghosts.

@thethirstisoutthere  Really strange things happened at my first boyfriend’s flat.  One time I went to the bathroom and saw a man in there looking at himself in the mirror, and so I shut the door quickly, apologising profusely thinking it was his stepdad. It was only when I went back to bed that I remembered they were away on a trip. This realisation was immediately followed by the fact that the man in the bathroom was in there with the lights off.
I didn’t go back in there that night.

I rationalised that one for a long time but other shit happened too, which was weirder and more frightening.

under our tree,
under the long abandoned tree house–
our knees on the grass above
his objects we’d buried years before
in the little kid hope that it’d all disappear–
our foreheads touch and
I actually laugh at your unruly curls that
tickle my bare skin and
the rippling sound is absurd,
phenomenally absurd;
you put your strong, ropy arms around
my square shoulders and whisper
“you don’t have to do that anymore.”

I see a lot of posts about people feeling embarrassed, like, about everything, all the time, being embarrassed is I guess a huge part of some people’s lives. well listen

my girlfriend left her shoes in the middle of the living room floor, so I hid them in the oven drawer. because I thought it was a drawer that you could like–store things in?? I don’t know, I somehow made it to this point in my life without knowing that the fire happens in there. then I forgot I’d done it, and like, two days went by.

so the next time we went to make dinner, the shoes caught on fire.

then the oven caught on fire

then our whole house was full of black smoke

then the NYC firefighters had to come out to our apartment. there were like six of them.

half the people in our building came out of their apartments to find out what was going on, and if they were going to die or if they needed to evacuate their cats or something

and then an actual, New-York’s-finest firefighter looked me wearily in the eyes and said “try not to keep shoes in your oven” as he left.

and now we need a new oven.

and I would say that I felt…mild embarrassment? I experienced a patina of chagrin. “whoops,” I thought to myself, as the firefighters tromped off and the firetruck drove off into the night. “I should probably have known that about oven drawers.” then I bought my girlfriend a new pair of shoes, since I’d burned her old shoes. then we ordered a pizza.

if I can not feel embarrassed about that, I hope you guys can take heart.


by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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Today, I fucked up... by destroying my aunt's entire Swarovski Crystal collection

This happened over a decade ago when I was around 9.

My siblings, cousins and I were playing hide-and-go-seek in my Aunt’s fairly large living room, while the adults were doing their boring adult thing at the table along one of the walls. You know when you’ve played hide-and-go-seek a million times in the same house, yet by a stroke of imagination you manage to find that new spot that nobody’s ever found before? Well this time, I had found it. It was the short circular table that supported my Aunt’s Swarovski crystal collection. You know, the one with about 75 pieces that she’s been collecting her entire life? The house’s centrepiece? The one where friends would surprise her with a new thousand-dollar item every so often for decades?

Anyways. I felt like a genius for finding the spot. The table’s cloth perfectly covered the table’s legs. Genius. This was real estate that De Beers would be proud of. The only problem was that there was just so little room under there. So while my brother counted to 20, which probably happened over the course of a couple seconds, I scrambled under the Swarovski-ladden table and held my breath.

“20!” And the hunt began. From one corner of the room, I hear “No! Darn it!” Oh, there goes Christina. From behind the piano, you could hear a dissatisfied rumbling from Gary. Amateur. Entire seconds passed in the blink of an eye. When suddenly somebody – my brother! – grabbed my foot, which was neatly protruding from beyond the table’s hanging cloth. “Gotcha!” he cried.

That’s when I decided to scare him by springing up with all my might. Except I was beneath the table, which required extra might. And that’s when it happened. Before I knew it, I heard a loud crash on the floor behind me. Turning around, I saw it: all those crystal bears, elephants, monkeys, and other animals, destroyed. Some were decapitated; others suffered much more gruesome fates. Perhaps a few Siamese kittens survived; I forget. I pouted up to notice the parents mid-gasp. My aunt looked shocked and angry. I turned to my cousins – but the alibis disappeared! So I did what was natural, racing to the couch where I buried my face, crying, in the cushioniest corner, away from the world.

What would you do if some pesky kid accidentally ruins your life passion?

Well after 15 minutes of me sulking, my aunt sat down next to me. Perfect calm. And she told me this story:

“Once I was a dinner guest at a friend’s house. We had a very lovely meal and a great time. But when it was time to go, I started walking out, and when I did, my foot fell right through their hallway floor! I was so embarrassed! Their floor was broken! My friends were looking at me with such disapproval and I didn’t know what to say. I had ruined their home. I just felt like crying… I know exactly how you feel. And it’s okay.”

She was an incredibly strong woman. Passed away some years later. May she rest in peace.

TL;DR Playing hide-and-go-seek when I was 9. Destroyed Aunt’s entire Swarovski collection by jumping out from under the table that supported it. She showed tremendous grace in comforting me.

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one of my all-time favorite family stories

My dad has always been crafty and rather macabre. In his mid teens, he acquired a plastic Halloween prop of a human skull and repainted it to look more realistic, adding patches of leather and hair to look like scraps of flesh dangling off the bone. Years later, his mother told him to take all his old stuff out of the attic and put it in a trash bag out front for the garbage truck.

Their neighbor, Tiny, happened to be eavesdropping. For some reason, I imagine Tiny as a 1980′s version of Dennis Nedry from Jurassic Park. Tiny was a bit of a snoop and wound up digging through my dad’s trash… only to find a disgusting, gory, decomposing human skull.

Within the hour, every goddamn cop in the county was on the scene. Forty cop cars, up and down the street, gathered around my grandmother’s house. It was the most exciting thing anyone in the sleepy little neighborhood had seen in years. The coroner arrived - a man known then as Digger Jim, who also served as the mortician - and with gloves on, extracted the skull from the trashbag with a pair of surgical forceps. He placed it into an evidence bag, labeled and sealed, and this shitty plastic Halloween prop was taken back to forensics for investigation, while my dad was penciled in as a potential murder suspect.

Once the mortician took a good look at it, of course, it was obvious that it was only a cheap Halloween decoration, and everyone was a little bit sheepish over the whole ordeal. According to my great uncle, Digger Jim kept that skull on his desk for many years, up until he retired.

noah fence but on phil’s birthday if dan doesn’t tweet “happy birthday to my beautiful boyfriend husband best friend i can’t wait to move into our new house overlooking the ocean with a roof you can climb on to look at the stars so we can talk about space all night and fall asleep under a blanket thanks for saving my life in 2009 idk where or who i’d be without you you’re like kind of the greatest thing thats ever happened to me i love you eternally, phil. happy birthday” im gonna be mad

The Signs as Things my Grandfather Has Done

Aries: Rolled down his window and screamed: “YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF IDIOTS” at people protesting something he didn’t personally agree with. (I can’t remember exactly what they were protesting… I just remember it happening)

Taurus: Trash talked Donald Trump on a number of occasions, and called the guy who threw the shoe at George W. Bush a “goddamn national hero”.

Gemini: Looked me dead in the eye and said “Shianne, I’m so glad you agree that Kirk and Spock are gay. I’ve been trying to tell your grandma that for years.”

Cancer: Recorded all the episodes of Full House and put them on a video cassette for me. 

Leo: Whenever we drove past the cemetery told the same shitty joke: “You know people are just dying to get in there…” He laughed hysterically every time this happened. 

Virgo: I asked him what he was afraid of, he answered, “I’m afraid of someone holding a gun to my head and threatening to kill my entire family. That’s what I’m afraid of”. I was 7.

Libra: Jumped out of a moving car to avoid an argument with my grandmother.

Scorpio: Watched FOX News with me and paused every 10 seconds to explain why they were wrong. 

Sagittarius: Stayed up all night watching reruns of Seinfeld on multiple occasions.

Capricorn: Got really irritated that I kept calling crayons “colors”. He corrected me every single time.

Aquarius: Never signed up for the draft, even though he was 18 in ‘68. Is also very proud of this and says “I WOULD DO IT AGAIN!!!!!” on many occasions.

Pisces: Took a picture with his toy sized Yorkie for his Christmas card. They posed like he was taking her to the prom, and he was wearing a suit for some reason.

For @sixpenceee 

Okay so normally  I just tell my friends when something paranormal happens to me, but this is just too much for me.

I normally have this stuffed Triceratops up by my head when I sleep but this morning around 12:30-1:00 I had woken up to find it in this position.

I took the picture around 8 this morning before moving it after my parents saw it. Both me and my mom tried seeing if it’d somehow fall naturally like that but the head is top heavy so anytime it fell it just landed on its side. 

This isn’t the only weird thing to happen to me in this house, but it’s definitely the first time I’ve had something of  mine moved.

My favorite things that happen every time Starkid performs live:

1) the audience singing Darren’s part during “Not Alone” like it’s some kind of hive-mind moment where everyone just knows everyone else is going to do it

2) the audience yelling their respective houses at the appropriate times in Back to Hogwarts

3) Joey, without fail, kicking the air when he gets to the “kick some ass” line in Back to Hogwarts

4) the audience collectively losing their shit when Joey and Lauren end up onstage alone together because they know what’s coming next

5) matching outfits


Do you remember my best friend in high school? Vicki Donahue? I used to love sleeping over at her house. In her room, in her bed. And I think, I think I felt something then, and it scared me. You know, because, because next thing I knew, I’m fighting with her over something so stupid. And we just, we just drifted apart. I shoved that memory down so deep inside, that… It’s like it never happened. I’m remembering stuff like that now.

Dude I’m never gonna get over how fucked up it is that rose bubbled.bismuth for 5000 years and lied about it and even though the episode had this whole “You’re not like rose you can be even better” message going on…HE STILL WENT ON to do exactly what rose did. The exact thing. The only difference is he told the cg what happened but THEY WERE JUST COOL WITH IT…COOL WITH RE-IMPRISONING THE FRIEND YOU JUST LEARNED WAS ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME. Cool with roses choice to imprison her. Never questioning it. We don’t question roses choices in this house apparently. Everything rose ever did was fine
And after that it’s like nothing ever happened except in mindful education we learn that steven feels guilty I guess so then WHYYYY NOT UNBUBBLE HER….LITERALLY WHY.
I’m fuckin exhausted guys. The lack of basic logic and coherency is making my head spin

WWE Warforged Wrestling Entertainment

CONTEXT: 4 man party into a corroded farmhouse turned swamp with a plant that hosted corpses nearby. After making constant dex saves and plowing through doors. I’m playing a warforged paladin with built in armor that weighs a little under 800 pounds. What happens next may not be expected

DM: You make your way down the stairs first, testing the strength of each step beneath your weight. Make a dex save every 5 feet down.

Warforged(me): *rolls above 10 most of the way down* Not to worry citizens, I will give my life before you!

Rogue: What if that thing controlling the corpses is causing this house to crumble?

DM: You hear an eerie screech echoing from somewhere below you.

Warforged (OOC): Now you’ve done it…

DM: Everyone make a dex reflex save

Rogue: *rolls 12*

Ranger: *rolls 14*

Wizard: *rolls 4*

Warforged: *rolls 20*

DM: Both the (Rogue) and (Ranger) keep their balance, however (Wizard) starts to tumble into the now gaping hole in the center of the main hall. (Warforged) as you rolled quite high and are near him I’ll give you a free action before the encounter.

Warforged: (OOC) I wish to push past (Wizard) and elbow drop into the hole.

DM: Okay, roll me an acrobatics check

Warforged: *rolls 20 again*

DM: Oh.. uuh okay, you make a great leap crushing the wood boards behind you. Elbow out, diving towards the gaping hole…

Warforged (OOC): I wish to start playing “Electrifying” out of my voice synthesizer.

DM: As you turn on your mysterious new aged robot music the screeching from the basement of the farmhouse is soon replaced by a large splatter followed by “DO YOU SMELL, WHAT (Warforged) IS COOKIIIIING?”

Rogue (OOC): I’m never playing with you again…

Ranger (OOC): And not experience the first wrestler of the Warforged Wrestling Entertainment world?!


I originally did a ten minute doodle about this and then impulse took the better of me and I made it a Thing.

This is what happens when Dadlan’s out of the house– the kids engage in PvP over a creepy evil skull.

My favourite things that happened in “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
  • Beatrice wrote Lemony 200 pages BY HAND just to friendzone him
  • Aunt Josephine wrestled an alligator with her bare hands and won
  • Monty has a crocodile in his house. Not in a cage or anything, just… chilling on the floor. He lets children play in the room where he keeps the crocodile
  • Monty and Baudelaires’ idea of having a good time was to lock themselves up in the piano 
  • “Anxious Clown” restaurant and the waiter looks like an anxious clown (honestly? same)
  • “In this economy children are lucky to have job at all” 

Fell free to add your own