this is not going to end well

Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.

*

“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.

*

Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.

*

Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.

*

The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.

*

He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.

Bts gif reaction to when you can’t really open things by yourself.

So before I start writing this, thank you for 104 followers, it really means the world to me, and also thanks for requesting anon, hope you enjoy this.

(Credits to gif owners)

Request:Hiii 🌈 can I request a reaction for BTS when their s.o can never really open things by herself (bag of chips, packets, bottle of water, etc) thank you 🌺



Rapmon:

Rap mon knew that you always hated having to open bags of well anything by yourself, you could never seem to do it, and always ended up asking him.

Turns out asking rapmon isn’t a very good idea either, he would just rip the whole bag open.

“Opps, I’ll clean it up don’t worry”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jin:

Jin knee how much you struggled opening things, so when you bought a new pair of tights for the dinner party you were going to, he had already opened them and payed them out on your shared bed.

“Oppa did you open these? Your so sweet”

“Anything for my princess”


Originally posted by bwiseoks


Suga:

Suga and you had just moved into a new home together, as a fraction you decided to throw a party, when you got to the crisps to open them, it was a struggle and a half, thankfully suga knew this and instantly came along and opened it for you.

“You look so cute when you concentrate on one thing”


Originally posted by butterflyguk


Jhope:

Hobi was always practicing his dances, and learning new ones, so it didn’t really surprise you when he took you to one of his solo practices, you knew how thirsty he got when he would take a rest, so you went up to the table with his water bottle, you probably struggled for about 5 minuets before he noticed and came over, hugging you from the back reaching over to the bottle.

“Your struggling for oppa? That’s so sweet, I missed you too pumpkin”

(I don’t know why but jhopes Just always turns out so sweet)


Originally posted by jvnckles


Jimin:

Jimin didn’t like seeing you so focused on one thing, so whenever you seemed to struggle with trying to get anything open, he would instantly go over and open it for you, and once he opened it, he would smile and for the rest of the time steal your attention away from whatever you were doing.

“I missed you my angel, we should spend a lot more time together, don’t you think?”


Originally posted by bts-baby-girl


V:

Tae loves teasing you about pretty much anything, so when he saw you struggle to open up a packet of ready made pancakes, he stood in his apron laughing, and then when he saw how serious you got, he would open it and kiss your forehead.

“Why are you so cute? Even when your simply opening up a packet you place a smile on me, I love you”


Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Jungkook:

Jungkook was your go to person to open up anything, you lived together so that was easy enough, but he wasn’t always available, so when you went to one of his managers for help on opening up a new can of soda, jungkook became pouty and would say.

“But I’m your hero, from now on you can’t ask anyone but oppa to open your bottles, or anything for that matter”


Originally posted by two-different-realms


So hope you enjoyed that one, and keep requesting and thanks again for all the follows.

Anyways bye~~~



Originally posted by yoonseok

snake--master  asked:

Why were season 1 and (kinda) season 2 so tightly wound and cohesive, with season 3 and onward feeling like complete messes? It actually felt like the show was well-thought out and going somewhere at one point.

i was thinking about it too. like after the cluster and malachite arc, it was like “well what now?”

i love hit the diamond (still one of my favorite episodes from the show) but i feel so damn frustrated that when the rubies showed up, they were only here for jasper. Not to capture and interrogate peridot.

It seems like later on the writers ended up developing an ego for themselves, assuming they can just throw in whatever shit they want and people would suck it up, and for a while they did. hell i wont deny it and act like i was never in love with season 3 when i first saw it.

nothing was built up anymore. Remember how the show kept hinting at the diamonds, at garnet being a fusion, pearl being a slave, amethyst being overcooked, the fact that there’s remnants of a long forgotten gem war. Fucking BISMUTH being implied all the way back in season 1.

Now we have shit pop up out of no where and the writers still expect the audience to be impressed by it. Rose being framed COULD have been clever if it was properly set up, but blue zircon’s argument made absolute jackshit because we, the audience, were not given any hints or clues for how this could be. This show keeps making baity trailers like “oh snap guys! shits gonna get real now!” but everything’s reserved to one bomb or special, and the aftermath is rarely felt. 

our second to last bomb raised so many questions but all it did was make steven go “aw my mom made the genocidal slave owner cry :/”. REBECCA! YOU CANT JUST DO THAT AND EXPECT US TO BE INVESTED.

it’s a show of a downgrade in writing (i mean zuke was being super self indulgent and it took almost 2 seasons for her to finally stop???) and the writers just losing touch. they cant keep having emotional and melodramatic episodes and skimp out on the action, worldbuilding and ACTUAL tension this show used to have

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This is a two-part ficlet. All those skirts Betty was wearing in 2x02, those short skirts, have inspired this. Part 2 will be NSFW

Read on AO3 here

Betty was frustrated. She was going through the skirts in her wardrobe like they were burgers Jughead was eating. Except she wanted Jughead to eat her. She’s going to have to up her game to get what she wants. 





Betty was frustrated.

There were a whole slew of other words she could tack on as well: wound up, desperate, impassioned, aching, hungry for more.

She sunk down further in the bathtub, water threatening to slosh over the side at the movement. Her chin tucked to her chest, feet sticking out the water at the other end, toes playing with the knob, letting trickles of cool water leak into the hot. She blew a breath of air out her mouth in a sigh, the hairs that had escaped her bun fluttering up from their position in front of her face.

She tilted her head back, stretching her neck over the edge of the tub, arms dangling off the sides of the claw foot. She closed her eyes, trying to banish the thoughts from her brain. But, she couldn’t.

Betty couldn’t stop thinking about that night after the Jubilee.

The night her and Jughead almost had sex.

The night he almost fucked her.

Almost being the operative word.

He had her up on the kitchen counter, was attacking her mouth and neck like she was a snack. She had been panting, chest heaving. She helped him get his sweater off and then her shirt followed to the floor. Could feel his lips at her throat, hands moving from her face down her shoulders. Thumbs brushing over her nipples, hands circling the indent of her waist. She had tiled her head to the side, banging it back against the cabinet when he sucked a bruise into her collarbone. Jughead’s hands moved further down to her knees, pulling them up higher around his hips as he pressed forward against her. She felt his arousal against her belly, straining in his jeans. His hands settling high on her thighs under her skirt – his fingers were just skimming the edges of her underwear when they were interrupted by a knock on the trailer door.

She had been scared and later devastated at the interruption. She had been worried it was her mother, but it turned out to be the Serpents. Jughead had stepped out to talk to them and she fanned herself with her hand. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. She hopped down off the counter, picking up Jughead’s cable knit sweater and pulling it on over her head. It fell a bit above where her skirt ended, big and warm and comforting over her. She gripped the edges of the sleeves as she watched from the kitchen doorway, the way her boyfriend slipped the leather jacket on over his shoulders, green snake embroidered on the back staring at her with piercing eyes.

“Juggie?” she had said softly, leaning against the wall. He looked over to her, smile falling from his lips. She swallowed. The jacket fit him like a glove. Looked good, no amazing, on him. She really did not want to analyze what this was going to mean for them, for their relationship. But the way he turned back to them without saying anything to her, eyes turning cold, she knew they weren’t going to be continuing their prior activity.

So now, days later, Betty was soaking in the bath. She wanted Jughead more than ever.

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anonymous asked:

I know you're probs busy with your new little bean right now so I def don't expect an answer rn, I was just wondering what led you to choose the name "Dorian". That's SUCH a beautiful name and it definitely fits you so well! I was just curious like did you immediately know you wanted that name? I remember making a list of names that had my new name on it and almost going a different way but then I ended up choosing this one after talking about it with my close friend who I was out to at the time

I’m really really queer for Oscar Wilde.

anonymous asked:

Has anyone ever written Bucky being--well, not necessarily jealous of Sam and Steve's relationship, but wishing he could join in on the love? He's in love with them both so dearly, wishes they'd feel the same, he's sick with it.

OMG I feel like I have touched on this only in Sam’s POV twice (my swbb fic dips into this a little) but now it’s literally all I’m gonna think about for forever and I’m prolly gonna write it (if someone else hasn’t) and it’s absolutely going to end in samstevebucky tearfully admitting their love and then having very soft sex

Sigh, really brain? Make this weird fic? Why. Why give me this idea in the middle of the night as well.

ME: Cute slightly dark Ivar fic!

Brain: Semi abuse Ivar with a breeding kink and he likes to treat his new Thrall like a pet?

Me: UUuummm… Welll maybe?

Brain: He can like to pet her hair and make her sleep at the end of the bed.

Me: This is… getting weirder.

Brain: he makes her  run along side him.

Me: We can fix this as I go along…

ahuuda  asked:

It's melodramatic but the lyrics of 'Hurt' fit Allen pretty well. Or maybe Neah, on further reflection. 🤔 [I wear this crown of thorns/ Upon my liar's chair/ Full of broken/thoughts/ I cannot repair/ Beneath the stains of time/ The feelings disappear  You are someone else/ I am still right here] Hmmm. Neah. (Thank you, spotify, knowing what type of drama I need in my life)

[i remember everything/what have i become/my sweetest friend/everyone i know/goes away in the end] UMMM FIRST OF ALL I JUST WOKE UP HOW DARE

secondly, though,

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Here are the ten most important rules that every swinger couple should know and follow to make sure you have a good time while swapping partner

Like any other human activity, swinging also has its pros and cons. A few basic laid down principles can make swinging fun and foul-free, every time.


One goes, both go

Come as a couple and leave as one. It is not preferable if one goes while the other lags behind. Always go hand in hand without leaving your partner behind. Swinging is safer and easier if both partners are comfortable indulging in it. It is a team game. Not a solo affair.


Punctuality

Arriving at the correct time applies here as well. Turning up late at a party is a turn-off. By the time you’re in, the night would be in full swing. You’d only end up making people who are already in the act feel awkward. You won’t know where to fit in too. Inform the host beforehand if you are going to be late. Or you may not be invited again.


Courtesy

The lifestyle of the swingers isn’t a piece of cake. Sometimes it is complex and complicated with lots of insecurities and uncertainties. Courtesy is the key to ease up. Behave with people just like you would like them to behave towards you. Be sensible, thoughtful and understanding.


RSVP to Invitations

Even if you don’t wish to attend, answer to all invitations. It is very annoying for a host if they don’t know how many people are going to turn up. Reply by phone or mail and express your gratitude for the invitation.


Gift for the Host

Don’t go to a party empty-handed. Ask the host about what you could get for them. Get something racy or simple for the hosts every time you attend a swingers’ party. See, it’s just like a normal party, isn’t it?


The Right Attire

Wear clothes that are practical and will be comfortable for you as the night progresses. Carrying a robe or a negligee is a good idea. Take only as much cash as you require. Keep your bling, jewelry and other valuables to the bare minimum. Losing them will be headache to you and an embarrassment to the hosts.


Health and Hygiene

Oral hygiene is a basic necessity for everyone. Bad breath or body odor is a big turn-off for your potential partners. Shower and groom well before you leave for the party. Good cologne, perfumes or body sprays will give you the edge in the environment. The best way to enjoy the party is by freshening up as you reach there.


Enjoy Yourself

The whole idea is to have fun and enjoy your time there, so participate in activities that make you feel comfortable. Don’t let anyone pressurize you to do something you don’t like. This may be the most important one. Approach every activity with an open mind and positive attitude. Act out your fantasies, and enjoy yourself.


The Right to say ‘NO’

This is the fundamental etiquette in swinging, the right to say ‘no’. It is simple and straightforward, and polite to say ‘no, thank you’. Explanations and alibis aren’t required as these may cause embarrassment and hurt you. You shouldn’t be afraid to decline an invitation. It is the only way to avoid doing something you might regret afterwards. And that might just create more ill-feelings and embarrassment.


Friendliness

Be a friend to all, even if you don’t want to extend the night or don’t have any interest in getting physical with someone. You may catch a vibe by being nice with the others in the community. They may put you across to people who you may be interested in.


Swinging can be every bit as invigorating, exciting and fulfilling as you can ever imagine. It opens a window to explore your favorite fantasies in safe mode. You and your partner can work out in private, and yet you can enjoy another couple or get a group swing in just one evening.

brokenknifefrisk  asked:

"Oh, did you say something, parasite? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your own incompetence."

“F̸UC̶K ̧YOU!͠!! I ͢DOŅ’T ̴NEED҉ ͢T͝ḨIS҉!!! I ̷DON̷'T̛ ̧NEEḐ ͜ANY̨ ̢OF͝ Y̷OU ͏AŚ ̸H̵O͟S̴TS!͘!!”

“NEX͘T̷ TURN YOU'́R̀Ę ͝A̢L̵L̡ ̸DE̡A̛D̛! YǪU̡ H͟EA̷R M̵E?̛? YOU'́R̀Ę ͝A̢L̵L̡ FU͜C̸KIN'͠ ͠D̡ȨAD!̴!͘!͟”

Cupcake: “Well, it will be my turn soon, but while diving his attention is stopping it from doing less damage to us… ”

“…Their internal battle is still harming Edge’s SOUL. And despite what we took from his suggestion… it’s still not letting go.”

“Knowing that, I… I almost don’t want to take my turn. I’d rather stand here forever than let things end that way… after all we’ve been through… ”

Caddy: “Well… after that Critical, I don’t need to heal anyone else. As long as my magic doesn’t fail me, I should be able to keep him going for this round… but after that… once the pressure on his SOUL becomes too much…”

 I’m just a Third Year Student, guys. I’m not even a fully-fledged Healer yet. If he starts Falling Down, I can only try to give him time to say goodbye. I’m sorry.”

Bitter: “……”

“…………”

*sigh*

“…..”

186282397milespersec  asked:

What do you think about Dean and Jack's relationship compared to Dean and Claire's? They seem to be starting off similarly.

Argh, yes, they really are, aren’t they?

Claire seems like an early, human exploration of the now massive themes Jack has and hopefully would be a good model for where to go since she’s now gone through a growing up, finding herself and striking out on her own arc as well… her “end” on the show is the ideal for Jack’s story concluding well for him, though it’s FAR more complicated for him.

But yeah, she was just a random token in the story like the pregnancy arc in her 1 episode in season 4 where she was just Jimmy’s cute kid and a viable vessel for Cas. Cas would have carried on possessing Claire for literally the rest of the show if Jimmy hadn’t begged him not to and Cas listened. In 10x09 then Dean sort of stumbles on Cas bizarrely attached to a random angry uncontrollable kid who’s lashing out and causing all sorts of problems… Cas is lucky she ONLY stole his wallet before Dean got there, rather than being KILLED :P 

But Dean doesn’t get it and he’s all messed up with the Mark and then he kills all those people and scars Claire for life to the point she tries to get Dean killed, has an attack of conscience… I mean, Jack’s been utterly screwed up by Dean already and the key conflict is going to be Jack and Dean… I’ve been saying Jack might have to save Dean (or Cas) in a way that Dean absolutely can’t deny he’s good but I’d be fascinated if Jack gets messed up enough in the inevitable way he may drift dark (although oh NO I have been so tired I haven’t even considered that the more messed up he gets the worse it is when Cas is back alive and gets back to Jack) and anyway, Jack lashes out at Dean again (like when Dean shot at him and Jack did it instinctively, but this time with emotional understanding between them) and then has a Claire-like change of heart…

Aurgh why am I speculating so much about this? Please don’t assume anything I say is anything more than random tired ramblings about what might be fascinating (but not nice :P) to see.

But yeah Claire warmed up to Dean when they worked together, and Dean began to see through Claire in a way where she wasn’t just a random problem Cas dragged into their lives, and like Jack, Claire began to latch onto Dean and mimic him…

I still think her weird career path decision to wanting to be a hunter is specifically influenced by Dean because of teenage admiration and them being personality mirrors anyhow. Her backstory and the way she was raised are a bit ambiguous about if she could have gone on to live a normal life - like Tina in 10x12 who got on a bus and went to start over, I think the option was sort of there. They put Claire in a taxi to Jody with 2 options and honestly it was working with Dean and stuff that really gave Claire an idea of the job beyond knowing they mess around with the supernatural and the specific things she was doing to find Amelia, which were not traditional hunting things like learning lore, but amateur detective work, really. Sam had to teach her credit card fraud and the actual realities of being on the road, but Dean showed her how to HUNT successfully with “doing homework” and all. And she wanted a beer and a gun and played mini golf with him, doing all the similar bonding but less overt to Jack outright mimicking Dean.

I think that honestly as great as Sam is with Jack, Dean’s more fascinating to him BECAUSE he’s such an obstacle and hard to impress. And in season 10 he was in an awful place and the 10x09 throw me in the sun conversation with Cas takes place right in the middle of all the Claire introduction, and now Dean’s going over that ground with Jack in a backwards way, and Jack is also latching onto Dean… 

Anyway yeah Dean also had the obligation to Cas to be nice to Claire - he only goes to her in 10x10 because Cas asked and wanted Dean to go help Claire because he might understand her better, and so his initial attempt to reach out to Claire, even if it seemed like it failed, was because he cared about Cas. And in 10x20 you can see he will help Cas with literally anything, no matter how bad the Mark is getting, because he loves Cas and will take that nerd shopping in Hot Topic if he has to and that’s what Cas needs. And I think at the moment he’s shutting down about Cas but in both 11x12 and 12x16 he helped Claire in times when Cas was mysteriously off the grid and unreachable, and Cas is currently dead and Dean has a Jack just knocking around reminding him horrifically of Cas… So yeah. We’ll see. But if it does parallel Claire as a test run there’s some interesting ground and hope for Jack.

Though I think he won’t get a spin off :P His chance to become a hunter seems like the next stage of their relationship - being their intern. Claire never got comfy in that role, trying to be too independent all the time, but Jack is very open to learning and helping and not resisting following their lead, so we’ll see what happens. He’s in at least a few of the upcoming MotW if not like… literally all of them. When ISN’T he in an episode? I’m not complaining because if they do have him in like nearly every episode they can avoid the issue with Mary coming back where they disappeared her for enough episodes at a time that people felt her story wasn’t getting the proper coverage in the show’s formula. I really hope they are breaking formula for Jack (and this season is going to be a mess anyway - in a good way - because they’re doing so many Wayward Sisters episodes and that seems to be shaking everything up as well in the first half, taking the time to introduce characters and stories and using the midseason for the backdoor pilot… so who knows how they will tell it all). 

I think the second half of the season may be more plotty but tbh if Jack is mirroring Claire, the fact Claire’s going to end up being one of the major characters of the midseason because of the Wayward Sisters stuff makes it EXTRA interesting and probably not coincidental character paralleling :P 

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sonyamary w 35. “Well this is awkward” ?

It was five minutes until midnight, and Mary had nobody. The first college party that she had ever been to, and she was going to end up sitting in the corner, ushering in the new year by playing her phone and watching everyone else kiss someone.

She fiddled with her mask. It was black, shaped like an eagle’s wings. Her hair was down. Her dress, as always, covered her whole body, but tonight it was navy blue and showed her curves. She felt freer than she ever had with her father. She felt… like a different woman. She felt like a woman.

And yet here she was. Watching the clock tick, watching drunk couples grope and grind, sitting in a chair near the food table. 

She sighed. 

Was this what her life would be like? Always alone, never anyone’s girlfriend, never anyone but plain old Mary?

She had started, absentmindedly, to recite poetry in her head, as she did when she was bored, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

A girl who looked about her age, in a white dress, wearing what had to be a wig (it was rainbow, no sane person would dye their hair rainbow for New Years Eve, right? She hoped not), a black cat mask, and a white dress (maybe she was… a mixed-breed cat?) was standing next to her. “Hello,” she said. Mary thought her voice sounded familiar from somewhere, but she was a little too tipsy, and the party was much too loud, for her to place it. “You’re alone too?”

“Yeah?” Mary replied.

“Hm,” the girl said. “That’s not a very good way to spend New Year’s Eve! Maybe we could fix that? You have a lovely dress, by the way.”

“I’m straight,” Mary said instinctively. The words felt like how Chinese food from a restaurant in Wisconsin tasted- fake. She knew that lying was a sin. But on the other 

“Oh,” said the girl, clearly disappointed. “I’m so sorry. You just-”

“I just, what?”

“You had that…” She waved her hand vaguely. “That look.”

Damn. She was good! She knew Mary, apparently, better than Mary knew herself. “It’s fine,” she laughed.

“I guess I’ll go,” the girl said. 

Heat rushed to Mary’s face. “No, stay, please,” she implored. “We can at least talk.”

“Oh! All right!” She brightened. “I thought you would be mad! You’d be surprised how many people are.”

Mary winced. “I don’t think I would be.” She remembered the church, her father, her… friend from school.

“Sorry, did that touch a nerve? Sorry. Look, it’s thirty seconds to midnight!” And like all humans do, for some reason, the two began counting our loud. Soon, more people joined them. 

By twenty, enough people were chanting that it drowned out all other conversation.

By fifteen, Mary had an idea. It was stupid, she knew.

By ten, the entire party was counting together, hearts beating in rhythm with the clock.

By five, Mary had strengthened her resolve, straightened her mask, and was ready.

As the clock struck zero, Mary kissed the girl in the cat mask, closing her eyes and leaning in. She could feel the girl startle, at first, but then she leaned into the kiss, moving into it, no tongue (of course) but enough force to block out everything happening around them. She tasted like spiked punch. Mary felt a hand on the small of her back, holding them together.

After twenty seconds, the two pulled apart due to a mutual need for air. 

“Jeez,” the other girl said. “I thought you said you were straight!”

Mary laughed. “I thought that too…ooo?” Something clicked in her head. She knew where she recognized that voice from.

She had heard it before, reciting poems boredly, complaining about due dates and homework. This was Sonya Rostova from her English class! Which was… weird, to say the least. Mary knew, from the limited gossip she partook in, that Sonya was definitely not an outcast. Nikolai Rostov, Fyodor Dolokhov, and (according to some sources) Helene Bezukhova were all vying for her attention.

Mary couldn’t say that she’d never thought about Sonya in that way. She did have great hair, and she was funny, and smart, and (people had said, but now she knew for sure!) a really good kisser… but Sonya was way out of her league.

Caught up in her extensive social analysis, she realized a few seconds (or, maybe, a minute and a half- time seemed to have changed a little bit) too late that her mask was falling off. 

Shit. The game was up. “Well, this is awkward,” she said. Now, of course, Sonya would leave. And they’d sit diagonally from each other every class for the rest of the semester, and the memory would burn under each of their skins. 

She looked back up, expecting Sonya to be looking at her with confusion or contempt, but instead found Sonya just… staring into her eyes. She concluded that Sonya must not remember her. How even more embarrassing.

“My name’s Mary Bolkonskaya,” she clarified. “I’m in your creative writing class.”

Sonya laughed her beautiful laugh. “I know that!”

“You do?”

“Why do you think I came to this party? Pavlovna’s parties aren’t, like, the best- I heard Kuragin’s got strippers at his!” Mary blushed beet red at the thought, but Sonya kept talking. “I heard you were going to this one! And. Uh. I had heard… a rumor, that was all… Bezukhova said… well, let’s not mind that. Anyways. I found you.”

Hold up. Sonya had sought her out? This was a dream come true! She opened her mouth, expecting to say either “Thank you!” or “You’re a really good kisser!” or “Wait, do you like me back?”

What she said was, “So you chose me over strippers?” And then, immediately after, “I’m so sorry. I think I had too much to drink. I only had half a glass, but…”

Sonya laughed again, and the sound was like metaphorical diamonds. “First college party?”

“Yes.”

“Want to stay in my room tonight? I have a single, and first time hangovers can be nasty.” The words she said clearly had a deeper meaning, but the way she said them made it clear that it was just a simple offer.

Mary considered for maybe half a second. “Yes, please.” She took Sonya’s hand, and the two left the party.

3

LEONARDO: Well, since we’re at the end of our lives, we’d like to see grandchildren before we go on and do whatever it is us dead old people do.

FORZA/COLLIN: What.

FORZA: Apah—you can’t be serious. Dad, tell me he isn’t serious.

CALEB: Well…he is…and…truth be told, Forza, so am I. My parents didn’t get to meet any of you. I can’t imagine passing, knowing what that’s like.

FORZA/COLLIN: Oh my god.

Pregnancy Series #11 - Mood Swings

PREGNANCY SERIES MASTERLIST

Ashton:

You’d been in a sour mood all day and it was only getting worse as the afternoon dragged on. Especially because Ashton had the boys over, which at any other time wouldn’t have worried you in the slightest. You loved them all immensely but hearing their loud laughing from the other room was grating on your nerves. You’d not slept well at all lately and the bigger baby Irwin got the less comfortable you seemed to be, which in turn made you even crankier.

Kneading your temples with your fingers you sighed, feeling awful for wishing that all of them would just leave for a little while, Ashton included. All you wanted to do was sleep, catch up on all the hours you’d been missing lately. Ash had suggested you go and have a lie down and the idea had seemed wonderful before you realized you could still hear them all even though they were down the other end of the hallway. With a frustrated groan you rolled over, slipping off the edge of the bed, making your way to the door. If they weren’t going to be quiet on their own then you were going to make them.

“Hey babe,” Ash greeted as you walked into the living room.
“Can all of you please just shut up!” You seethed, glaring at each of the boys individually. “I’m trying to get some sleep and all I can hear is you guys yapping on out here, if you can’t use your inside voices then all of you can leave.”
They all looked at you with wide eyes, unsure on how to reply to a statement like that. None of them had ever seen you so angry.

You saw Ashton stand up just before you turned around to head back to the bedroom, shooting his friends an apologetic look before heading after you. When he came into the bedroom you were sitting on the side of the bed, frowning up at him.
“You don’t need to tell me I’m acting like a bitch Ash,” You stated, feeling your eyes well up with tears. “Okay? Because I already know it. I’m just so damn tired and I can’t get comfortable.”
“You aren’t acting like a bitch, the boys know you don’t really mean it.”

He came over and helped you lie back on the bed, sliding his pillow in under your belly to help support the weight of baby Irwin. You smiled up at him gratefully as he kissed the top of your head.
“Try and get some sleep alright? We’ll make sure we’re quieter.”
“Thanks Ash, tell the boys I’m sorry okay?”
“I will.”

Luke:

You felt your eyes water as you watched the tv screen, the dramatic scene playing causing your bottom lip to wobble as you fought against the tears trying to escape. You were sitting in the back of the bus with all the boys and the last thing you wanted was for them to see you crying over someone dying in a movie. You’d never live that one down.

Luke turned to look at you when he heard you sniffle, his arm going around your shoulders so he could tuck you in against his body. A small chuckle left his lips and you huffed, wiping furiously at the tears rolling down over your cheeks.  
“Shut up.”
“I’m sorry,” He smiled, kissing the top of your head. “But it’s an action movie babe, it isn’t meant to be sad.”
“So?” You muttered, feeling silly for crying over a movie. “He died Lu!”

Calum, who was sitting on your other side laughed a little at your outburst and that only made you cry harder. Logically you knew that they weren’t laughing at you but your baby muddled mind instantly took it the wrong way. You buried your face against Luke’s chest as you cried, Michael pausing the movie to make sure you were alright.

The good thing about your mood swings at least was that all of the other boys had gone through the same thing, whatever you threw at them they were prepared for it.

After a couple of minutes you pulled back from your husband, wiping at your eyes with an apologetic smile on your face.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered, cheeks blazing with embarrassment.
“It’s okay y/n,” Ashton replied, leaning over to pat your knee. “You don’t need to be sorry.”
“Baby Hemmings is turning me into such a pansy.”
At that all the boys laughed, the mood in the bus instantly lightening. Once you’d stopped sniffling and they all made sure you weren’t about to burst into tears again the movie was unpaused. God, you really hated pregnancy hormones.

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RECOVERY

Yes, I’m in recovery and no, I’m not fat, I’m not eating junk food, I didn’t stop worrying about what I eat… in fact, I didn’t change a lot of what I was doing in the past BUT what I do now, I do it for good, I count calories so I can put on some weight but mostly, I count the nutrients so my body feels good, I’m still skinny because I eat well and I can go to the gym without feeling like dying everytume I run, the pills I take now are vitamins to make my hair and skins glow instead of taking diet pill that were slowly killing me.


Recovery is no bad, fat or the end of the world.

You can do it

sequencefairy  asked:

I know you're going to get 75348 people telling you this, but Touching Wild Light is still one of my benchmark fics. When I want to read the kind of writing I aspire to, TWL is a fic I go to, again and again, because it does everything I could ever want to do and it does it so well. I utterly adore the characterization, the premise and how you tie it all together in the end. Someday, I want to write a fic that does for others what TWL does for me.

I’m speechless… I feel really humbled by your words. I’m amazed that I could create something with such an impact. Thank you so much <3

(Going to post the art separately so people don’t have to reblog the fic compliment.)

Red is my go to album and for the past 8 months has really been my rock. When things go to hell and I feel like shit I put on red and things are okay for an hour. I get to jam out and dance to ikywt, 22, and wanegbt. I get to cry to sad beautiful tragic and all too well. I can make bad decisions that I know will end terribly with treacherous. I don’t pick up the phone and call with I almost do. I feel used along side the lucky one but I also get to see that I can take my money and dignity and get the hell out someday. I can daydream about love with stay stay stay and make the right decision with girl at home. I miss someone with come back…be here and red, I can miss someone but know my worth with the last time. I get to dance to but also look back on the good times without hurting during state of grace and holy ground. I can dream impossible things with starlight. I’m reminded that better times come and I can begin again with begin again

judgeanon replied to your photo “wrong dc i will love him and nurture him and write him an oc wife who…”

Ok no but now I actually want that to be the comic’s title: “PIEBAKER”.

okay but like imagine bat lash going off on an adventure for the first time on his own after they get married and he ends up getting into trouble and all of a sudden like tallulah shows up and saves his ass

“how did you even know i was here?”

“yer wife said if i kept you outta trouble, she’d bake me a rhubarb pie”

every time he gets into trouble more and more people start showing up 

cinnamon: “ah was promised apple pie a la mode”

nighthawk: “well she told me all the blueberry pie i could eat”

el diablo: “banana creme pie AND some muffins”

jonah: “…blackberry”

bat: “how do y’all even know my wife”

Introducing a mini-plot!

Since October’s the spooky month of the year, it’s the perfect time to this!

I’ve had this idea a while ago and have been working on it slowly. It’ll be short, and not so spectacular probably, but I hope it’ll be at least fun! ´w` 
Updates on it will be made once a week so the story won’t be over until October’s end, but my point was to start it before Halloween and get it going anyway.

Asks won’t be answered during this time, but at least regular updates will be there! I’m still hella busy with work óvo But well, hope you enjoy and stay tuned! ❤