this is so important i'm going to punch myself in the face

Matthew Daddario Quotes
  • "We call our shoes ‘sneakers,’ right? But they're not really sneaking."
  • "Can't wait till they invent phones with keyboards."
  • "I don't know this guy. He came to hang out so I complimented his hair."
  • "How many artichokes can you eat in one sitting?"
  • "No, go back to my idea!"
  • "Maybe, they'll throw the books out. Just not follow the books anymore."
  • "Hey guys did everyone floss today? You gotta floss every day. Otherwise, your dentist makes you feel bad."
  • "I play piano but I won't call it a talent."
  • "I'm the funniest person in the cast and that's simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny."
  • "There is literally no memory left in my phone. I took fourteen thousand blue sky photos and I need all of them."
  • "Send him photos of fried chicken and crab cakes."
  • "I have a dentist appt tomorrow. I'm not gonna brush my teeth tonight. Also not going to shower. This is going to be painful for everyone."
  • "You are not trash, you are lovely!"
  • "Don't sign contracts in your blood. It's usually not required by any reputable party."
  • "He's slippin' out his little tongue eating snail treats off the ground."
  • "I will eat anywhere in the house. I'll eat cheese crackers in bed!"
  • "He looks down and sees this wonderful man. He hops down there and smooches that man right on the face. Right in front of everyone."
  • "'s not fair that he is more handsome than me!!!"
  • "Don't do the hokey pokey around witches."
  • "They're never gonna release the deleted scenes to you guys because they're racy and inappropriate."
  • "This video is going on social media!"
  • "I'm ashamed to admit I lied about the selfies. The phone is 98% cow pictures and I can't delete them. I need a new phone. Forgive me."
  • "Thank god I started sandpapering my feet when I was four."
  • "Is Alec appreciating at an increased rate because of an increase in demand? Or is it the same rate as before."
  • "Note, some alpaca do not appreciate head pats."
  • "If humans lived in barns, we'd be smelly, too."
  • "Had to delete all my cow photos to make room for selfies, so I will say 'I appreciate you, cows.'"
  • "Wow. It's spelled Gollum. Wow. So disappointed. Hiding my own cell phone for the next two weeks."
  • "You're a little kitty cat. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy kitty cat, kitty cat."
  • "Sometimes when I travel between dimensions, I think, man, I should really buy a sailboat."
  • "If I was running for President, my VP would be a well trained golden retriever."
  • "Who's not going to watch Hamlet in space? I mean, Space Hamlet!"
  • "I just think we should all acknowledge what is awesome about Harry!"
  • "I like eating food after dark."
  • "Generally, people avoid kissing their sister in a healthy life."
  • "If you don't like my zebra leggings, it's because you just don't understand zebra leggings."
  • "I think we should provide more showers for cows."
  • "If I'm having a bad day, I eat pizza."
  • "I hope Google uses the same algorithm to encrypt my email as my pocket does to tie knots with my headphones."
  • "I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day."
  • "Dog. #dog. Dog. Dog."
  • "Had fun tweeting with/at you guys. Phone is about to die. Gonna go get more double-A batteries."
  • "The jackhammer has been joined by his friend, the concrete saw. Rare that you get two music legends right outside your window like this."
  • "Interdimensional cat smuggling is severely punished. But you can make a killing on the black cat market."
  • "You should just give up on me like I did. So done with me right now I can't even."
  • "What am I fan of? No one's ever asked me this before! Oh man."
  • "I don't know why they say that. I think they're poking fun at me."
  • "Congrats. You deserve that sailboat."
  • "I don't know. I don't have any pet peeve. Yapping little dogs, I guess. Buttons that don't go up right."
  • "Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
  • "Everyone is all, 'follow your heart.' If that worked I'd be watching Shadowhunters in my spaceship."
  • "Am I making this up?"
  • "I don't condone it, but I understand it, and therefore, I will not pass judgment on it."
  • "I can eat a pound of pork rinds."
  • "I am your bird king!"
  • "Baby pigs or baby cows? They're both good options."
  • "I have deleted a single photo from my phone. I have room for one selfie. Living on the edge. If it happens, no second chances."
  • "She gets it at a Shadowhunter tailor where we get all our stuff. Are you serious?"
  • "My cell phone is not the most important thing in my life. It just feels that way."
  • "Kill her immediately. Problem solved."
  • "You're not me? Most people aren't, in my experience."
  • "Man I've spent a whole year talking about sailboats and I could have just jumped on this SHIP."
  • "Reminder not to cite 'game of thrones' as my motivation for getting into politics."
  • "To all the people who threaten to punch me in the face... Do I have to be concerned or is that a love thing?"
  • "Put this on?! Fit it on my body?!"
  • "I’m going to shave today. Nobody will recognize me and I’ll have to reintroduce myself to all my friends."
  • "Don't get me started on this question."
  • "Okay, quick question. What does it mean when someone says they are your 'trash?' Asking for a friend..."
  • "Wait, 'SexyBack' is by Justin Timberlake?"
  • "Everyone's smooching everyone and Alec just wants to do his job. That's why he's the best and deserves a big smooch."

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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anonymous asked:

Here are some initial impressions after watching the episode: "I drowned a lot of people" Wow is Lapis blase about human lives or what? I actually find myself disliking her more and more with her complete disregard. But then, I'm sure you have your thoughts on that.

My reactions are twofold:

First I’m interested that you interpret that as Lapis being completely uncaring on the subject because she says that while very determinedly avoiding Connie’s eye contact. For a while now, Lapis has been kind of at conflict with how powerful she is and how willing she is to use that, with her own tendency to go too far. That was quite evasive for Lapis. 

(also, to split hairs, “I almost drowned a lot of people”- one implies Lapis has a kill streak, the other doesn’t. That said, that ‘almost’ also doesn’t tell us for sure Lapis has never killed before- it’s noteworthy that she knows very effectively how to kill a human by cutting off oxygen- not something that works for Gems, nor would that be effective restraint for one.

Which suggests Lapis has developed specific lethal tactics for humans, which is.. interesting)

The bigger thing I have here is… the fact that Lapis is morally complex and kind of shady isn’t exactly news. At all. Heck, just consider the event that they’re both referencing here.

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 11 – Orange Sportsball Gets The Fuck Real

In which the Foxes play their first match of the season, I have questions about American college sports, my Percy Jackson obsession has a brief cameo, and I’m sadly less excited about Actual Sportsball Games than I should be.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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Bumblebee: I'm Back [Part 1]

It had felt like years since she had seen Blake, since Yang had gotten to see her partner. She was still angry, and didn’t understand, and didn’t know why Blake would have left at such a crucial part of life. But she’d had a solid amount of time to think about it, and Yang decided that letting go would be the best route. The burning rays of sunlight bashed against her skin and warmed her metal arm. She punched and punched and punched, until there was no tree left to punch. Anger, sadness, sorrow, despair…loneliness. All the feelings and emotions were killing her from the inside out.

Yangs father was out on a job, his first job since he started taking care of her. She convinced him to go, to take the weight of all his problems with him too. Yang grabbed a icy cold bottle of water and pretty much chugged the entire thing. The sweat on her forehead dripped down her cheeks. Working out and getting back into shape was hard…maybe Nora was right about the love handles… Yang laughed to herself and pulled her hair up into a pony tail using an old almost shot scrunchy.

“Pst.” She heard a ruffle over by the nearest window. Was she going insane or did leaves just talk to her. “Pst.” There it was again! She poked her head out of the window seeing only bright afternoon skies. Then her eyes landed on something…rather someone whom she didn’t want to see but did. Blake stood at the entrance to her house, pacing vigorously. Yang sighed and ran downstairs, just the average jog, and opened the door.

Her hair was just as she’d remembered it, that coal black silk of hair and her beautiful skin. There was bow, which wouldn’t be too hard to get used to. The second those eyes landed on her thigh, Yang felt her knees go weak. The amber yellow soft eyes that she’d noticed only showed themselves around her.

“H-Hey Yang,” Blake said looking down at her feet in shame. Yang didn’t care if she was still so dang angry at her for leaving, she just needed a hug. Yang pulled Blake into a big hug, Blake’s face just happening to land in the right spot on her chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” She burst into tears before Yang had the chance to say anything.

“Why are you crying?” She didn’t understand, someone like Blake crying was astounding.

“B-Because I h-hurt you. And wh-when I do that, I can never forgive myself. Y-you are so important to me Yang. I’m sorry for running, I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry for making you feel like you have no one.” Gosh dang Yang felt the tears well up in her own eyes as Blake went on and on about how much she was sorry. And whenever she tried to speak Blake would just interrupt her again. “I just…I know you will never forgive me…but I’m sorry.”

“Never say never right kitty,” Yang winked and started petting Blake’s ears. The black haired kitty purred intensely as she stroked Blake’s ears. If she was here…where was everyone else? “Are you alone? Do you have a place to stay?”

“I’m alone, Sun went back to Neptune and the gang.” Ugh Sun, always in the way. Wait what? What was I just thinking?? Yang thought. “And no on the other one.”

“You can stay here if you want.” Blake looked up from her chest and nodded softly. Yang smiled and pet her more. No father and Blake back, best day ever. Hopefully.


anonymous asked:

On the course of the college AUs, you need to check out @funnygirltthatbelle and the college AU that they came up with. Literally makes me so happy

OH YASS. If you’re referring to this post, I have read this, and it’s so touching! Definitely recommend. It reminds me a bit of that movie Beastly. That last line especially, like WOW. Way to pack a punch of feels.

I’m so intrigued by this AU, because I find myself drawn to the disfigured!Beast trope. I’m not sure why, but I think disfigurement adds a subtle layer of poignancy to the story. Maybe it’s the idea that the hope of being changed back is no longer there (even with the prospect of surgery, as mentioned in the post). 

With the original story, there’s sort of this initial selfish push to get him to be kind to her–so she can break the spell for him. She’s a means to an end at first. This is also why it’s so important that later in the story, he lets her go, to demonstrate to us the viewers that he no longer cares about his own interests, but rather unconditionally loves her enough to value her priorities foremost. 

With disfigurement, we sort of bypass the whole “oh, I’m being kind for selfish reasons” phase, before transitioning into genuine kindness. In a way, the disfigurement angle allows for those genuine feelings to develop more quickly. 

I don’t know what @funnygirltthatbelle intends to do with this story, and I’m just sort of rambling off ideas cause this is fun. Hypothetically, what would be cool is if he chooses by the end of the storyessentially right before Gaston shoots him–to not go through with the surgery, because he doesn’t want to go back to the lifestyle that his looks afforded him in the past. How Belle reacts to this decision…that could be a very complicated and interesting conversation.There is such RICH, ANGST-RIDDEN, HEARTFELT dialogue to be written here. I could see Belle being concerned and upset. I could also see her being compassionate and understanding. I could see her expressing both these things, just depends on how the author constructs the story. And then of course, he gets shot, so surgery required, might as well fix everything! (Wouldn’t it be kind of a dark twist if, when he wakes up in the hospital and sees his (re)new(ed) face and he’s like…disgusted by it at first?? But thankfully Belle is there and she still looks at him the same way, and it’s only through her help that he’s able to transition back into the life of being the prettiest face on campus.)

stillwishingonstardusst  asked:

Bruh, I followed bc quality blog, but like , dude pleaseeeee tell another drunk story. That's what I'm really here for.


ALRIGHT I mentioned this story once already but it’s a great fucking story get ready hold on to your nips this shit’ll twist them right the fuck off it’s insane.

Alright so we’re throwing this riot let’s be honest it was like so far past a party it was a whole different level we were fighting with fire like literally vinyl gloves with cotton hand wraps soaked in lighter fluid and then we light them on fire and punch each other it was FUCKING RAD I wanted to put in a fucking eagle making sweet love to a gutiar here but I can’t find it and I’m too drunk for photoshop.

So yeah we’re drunk and we’re fighting with fire also we have road flares because I dont fucking know we just did.

Guys we should have died like no joke I should not be telling you these stories I should be buirried.

So we’re drunk and rioting and making terrible decisions except for Kyle. Kyle is being a suave motherfucker he’s talking to this girl her name is Laura anyways Kyle and Laura are hitting it off it is very going clearly going to result in sexy times the only problem is that before Laura showed up Kyle agreed to firefight me and gues swhat motherfuckers IF YOU PROMISE ME A DRUNKEN FIGHT THERE BETTER BE A DRUNKEN FIGHT OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY

So Kyle tells Eric “hey I’ve got this thing I need to eat it’s super important can you take my fight” like that’s literally what he said so Eric is just like “sure dude yeah I can do that” the problem being that I already fought Eric that day and Kyle and I had some recent roommate issues taht we had to deal with and guys cards on the table I just really wanted to punch Kyle in the throat with my burning fist.

So there are some issues that I need to take care of because of the combination of overly subtle double entendre and me being too drunk and focused on punching things to notice Kyle trying to get his game on so I do what was really the only reasonable thing to do I take out my drunken rage and disappointment on Eric.


So the real problem here is Laura only partially understands how fucking insane we were. She was NOT prepared for a screaming young man covered in neon paint (did I mention we painted ourselves?) lobing a flare into the room and trying to punch her partner in the face while she lay naked in his bed. To be fair, I don’t think anyone would have been prepared for that.

To be more fair I don’t think anyone was ready for Kyle’s response which was to launch out of the bed whip off the condom mid air and slap me across the face with it.


Nothing stops a fight quite like getting slapped with a condom. Like for most people there probably is like a disgust part to it like “ew that was on a dick or in a vagina/butthole and now it’s touching my face” but really for me it was more the disappointment in myself for interrupting someone having fun.

Like guys if I ever interrupt someone having sex it will literally ruin my night that’s not cool guys party foul bro party foul.

Anyways there’s some loud apologizing and I throw the flare back into the halla nd also threaten to punch anyone hwo follows me into the room and I leave and I fight Eric but like my heart isn’t really in it you know like I’m punching him but I just don’t feel anything and Kyle and Laura have a great time and they hook up a bunch of times after so YAY HAPPY ENDING!

Also, we did eventually have that fight, and I may and or may not have punched Kyle in the throat and made him throw up. Fun fact: if you drink enough your vomit is flammable.

anonymous asked:

First i'm gonna say-- I really love your writing, fluff, comedy and angst alike. Second, could i please request Henry x Fem!Robin, where Henry drives away someone trying to score with his crush/spouse?

It was a pattern; Whenever you walked into town, despite Henry being by your side, holding your hand, or even having his arm around your waist, some gross man was eying you up. Others went so far as to flirt with you, right there!

It was driving the dark mage batty.

You specifically told him not to hex anyone or curse them, when he brought the matter up. Despite trying to convince you otherwise, you were firm. There would be no death-bringing upon nasty men, no matter how bad it was.

But that’s where he found the loophole.

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I always vowed that I would never make my babies miserable just because I’m miserable. Well, I, ah, kinda broke that vow last night, but dang was it therapeutic! I oughta do this more often.

Quick warning: This came straight from my mind while I was on the verge of a breakdown. Therefore, it’s dark. Really dark. (Not to mention rather poorly written.) But it gets better, I promise. If I can’t have a clear-cut happy ending, then my favorites sure as heck can.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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♥ I Love Him , He Loves Me Not ♥ (BTS Jungkook) Part Two


    " What's she doing here !? " You whisper/shouted 

           " Aish ! ___ could you be a bit more louder ! " Taehyung said  sarcastically 

                 Tonight was movie night and your parents had given you permission to sleep over at the guys house. Let's just say everything was perfectly fine until Minah unnie showed up. You weren't gonna lie you were kinda jealous of Minah. Well not of her but because she basically had Jungkook wrapped around her fingers , But you being the girl you were instead of complaining to Kookie oppa you were over here complaining to V. 

        " Wae ~ ! , no one invited her anyway " You said childishly 

“ Jungkook invited her ” Taehyung said sounding a bit annoyed

  " Jinja- ahh ! why ? " You whined while tugging onto V's arm 

   " She's his girlfriend why wouldn't he invite her " V replied but completely regretting it 

          " What ? " You said a low sad voice 

  " Anio- ___ I'm sorry wait ! " V said 

               After hearing V say that you felt your whole body go numb. You could even hear the shattering pieces of your poor broken heart. You were so hurt that you didn't notice you were crying. How could Minah do this to you she knew you loved jungkook. Jungkook himself knew you liked him. How could they ? You wiped your tears and quickly walked over to the kitchen where Jungkook , Minah , and Namjoon were making popcorn and grabbing some snacks. You felt jealousy hit you as you saw Minah flirtingly punch Jungkook. As soon as they noticed you were there they all turned towards you. 

         " What's wrong honey? " Minah asked fakely 

              At this moment you felt like smacking Minah with the spatula  that sat on the the table. You knew Minah since 1st grade she could act like your sweet , caring , and innocent Noona/Unnie/Dongsaeng , but in reality she was a complete fake gold digging slut. Then it hit you, how could she be dating Kookie oppa and your schools quarterback at the same time ? You ignored that thought and simply smiled at Minah. 

            " I'm fine Unnie , Kookie oppa can I talk to you for a bit " You asked 

    " Omo ~!  wae~! " Jungkook screamed coldly 

          " Please " You begged 

" Fine , whatever i'll be back noona " He informed 

    You and Jungkook headed towards the park that was just around the corner of the guys house. You felt your stomach in a knot as if this very instant you could literally throw up. You decided to was time to confess to Jungkook , something you probably would never do for anyone you liked. Confessing was just a big "No No " for you. You put your hands inside your sweater and secretly crossed your fingers.You gathered up all your courage and took a deep breath and turned to Jungkook. 

     " Jungkook.....I.I..Need to tell you something " You muttered 

“ Well hurry up Minah noona’s waiting for me ” He said harshly

     Hearing Jungkook talk to you like that broke your heart. He was slightly making you a lot less confident. He always talked to everyone in a nice sweet voice , but when it came to you he easily got annoyed. 

    " Jung...I..i'm in love with you, since day one.I'm in love with your sweet voice, your smile,Your cute Busanish accent, just you in general. I know you and Minah are going out but she doesn't really love you , at least not as much as I do , i've fallen for you Jeon Jungkook, I've fallen hard " You said giving him a weak smile 

      " That's it !? You wasted my time by making me come here ..and just to tell me that ! " He scolded 

         " I...what ? " You asked too hurt and confused by his sudden words

          " What ? what ! " He shouted 

              You stood there completely motionless , his words had hit you like a huge slap on the face. At this moment you expected him to love you back and that you would get your happily ever after. This was the sad reality you feared,Rejection. You felt as if all the times you helped,cared,and loved him had been completely useless. 

             " Oh ! c'mon ___ stop crying ! " He hissed  

    You nodded and wiped your tears. You had to be strong. After all he would have never gone out with you , even Taehyung said he like noona's. 

     " I'm sorry Jeon Jungkook , I...promise to never bother you again , I'll stay out of your way , I won't ....I ...won't ever call you kookie or oppa. This is the last time i'll ever cry for you " You assured 

             You took a seat on the bench and watched as Jungkook left. After 15 minutes of crying to yourself you wiped your tears and walked back towards the guys house. You tried looking happy so that V wouldn't notice you had been crying. If Taehyung found out Jungkook had made you cry there would be problems ,and thats the last thing you wanted. Once you entered the house you quickly took the seat next to V. You noticed everyone was so into the movie , they didn't even notice you came back. 

        " what's wrong __ ? " V asked 

                   " Nothing oppa " You said looking away from him 

           Taehyung stood up and pulled you out to the small porch. You kept your head down not wanting to look at him in the eyes. V lifted your head up with his finger and stared into your eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed. He reached out to hug you. You quickly ran over to V and let it all out. 

       " Yah , don't cry what's wrong " Taehyung asked 

              " I'm just an immature little girl " You said giving him a small smile. 

     " Well, eww ! you don't need him anyway , what you need is a cupcake ! " He joked while smashing his half eaten cupcake in your face 

                  You laughed and playfully punched V's arm , but punching this idiot only caused you to get 10 full minutes of Kim Taehyung tickles.  

       " Yah ! stop it " You laughed 

 " I have an idea ! " He said giving you a well known alien smirk. Which by now you knew was a bad idea. Last time V had a "Great Idea" he ended up breaking his arm.  

         " No way ! Kim Taehyung , I'm not trying to get myself killed " You joked 

   " It's the best idea I've ever had ! ___ be my fake girlfriend and together we'll make Jungkook jealous " He suggested while giving you his normal goofy smile.

        " No way V ! , that really will make me seem immature " You explained

               After thirty minutes of V telling you what a great idea it was, and you completely disagreeing ,you finally gave in . Once you and V went back inside to finishing watching the movie. The idiot you called best friend stood in the middle of the T.V blocking the others from watching the movie. 

        " I have something very important to say ! " He hollered 

“ Anio~! oppa oh no ! stop it ” you whispered while trying to pull him away, You tried saying it as quietly as possible but failed. Jungkook had overheard you.

     " Oh no please continue " Jungkook said curiously 

         " Me and __ are dating now ! " V smiled 

 " Thats the very important thing you had to say Hyung ? " He said coldly 

            You and V frowned and took a seat on the couch across from Jungkook and Minah. During the movie you noticed the room had gotten a bit too cold. You remembered you had forgotten your blanket at home.You were so cold you didn't even notice you were hugging yourself, but V from the corner of his eyes noticed and sweetly wrapped his arms around you. 


                      You had been trying to watch the movie , but you kept looking over at V hyung who had his arms wrapped around ____. You tried doing the same with Minah noona but she just pushed you away saying she was busy texting someone important. You tried multiple times to cuddle with Minah but she simply rejected you. Once the movie was over everyone had left to their rooms to get ready for bed. You shared a room with V hyung.As you walked in the room you saw __ and V kissing. You didn't know how to explain it but it made you somewhat mad. You weren't jealous. Right ? You walked past them and crashed shoulders with Taehyung.You angrily threw him his pillow.  

       " You guys are sleeping on the floor ! " You said sounding a bit annoyed

 Hope You guys like part two !ツ Sorry it took so long :( . Sorry if we haven't done some of the scenarios you requested but we'll have a couple of them done tomorrow, Also Part Three coming soon ! ♥ - Admin A 

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I'm so glad your back


Hi! Will you please write something where the reader (Daryl’s gf) goes on a run with Shane and ends up getting a concussion. Then when she gets back to camp she clings to Shane because she doesn’t remember anyone and Daryl gets all upset and jealous so everyone has to calm him.


Me and Shane were on a run looking for things that Lori wanted for the baby. I didnt dare talk about the baby with him, I knew how he felt about the baby. I knew that it could be his, Lori acted like she wasn’t doing anything wrong and nothing would happen. But now look at how it turned out.


We were walking most of the way. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy for us to find anything baby related. But we were going to try. We saw a little town that had a shop and gas station.

“Come on Y/N.” He said turning to me I nodded. We opened the door of the gas station and I saw that there were a few things of baby formula. I put them in the book bag that I had and turned to look for Shane. He was getting some water and other things for the group. He looked up and started to stand up. “What?” I sighed a little. I personally knew Shane growing up, he was a few years older than me. He used to be like a older brother to me. But after all this shit happened he turned on me and started treating me like shit. The only other person that I really had was my boyfriend Daryl. He was the only person that really got me. Everyone else thought that I was a complete bitch and only cared about myself. But that was completely untrue. Lori would never admit that I cared about the baby or how I try to find everything that she needs.


I opened the door to the clothing store. We made sure that there were no walkers in there. Shane said that he would be looking for some shirts and things for the baby. While I should look for baby clothes and other things that anyone else would need. I found some things for Lori, the baby, and Daryl. Right as I turned I saw a walker pop out of the corner I screamed a little so that Shane knew that there was something wrong. I reached for my gun but tripped a little and fell forward in the shelf. Next thing I knew it went black.


I woke up in a bed. What the hell happened? My head was pounding and I didn’t know why. Last thing that I can remember is Shane taking me on a run to make sure that there were no walkers around camp.

“Y/N?” Daryl said holding my hand, he started to get up and kiss me. I backed up and gave him a look. “What?” He said very sweetly.

“We’re not together.” I saw his face drop. “Wheres Shane?” I asked him. He knew that Shane was an important person in my life. He knew all my secrets and everything.

Shane came walking through the door and I smiled up at him. He gave me this weird look.

“What, its not like its the first time that you’ve seen me like this.”

“Are you ok Y/N?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m fine.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?” He asked me with worry in his eyes. “Dont have one. But you know that I like that Daryl guy.” He nodded and sighed I had no idea why he was like this. He knew damn well that when I had the chance to have anything to do with Daryl I would take the chance.


*A few days later*


“So Shane when are we going on that run?” I asked him when he was getting ready.

“Thought you and Daryl were going on a run.”

“Nah, takin someone else.” He looked over my shoulder and sighed.

“Alright come on.” For some odd reason I’ve been sharing Shanes bed. I needed someone to sleep with. He didn’t really complain but he as so off about everything. Daryl and I were hanging out more over the few days. I can tell that there are some sparks between us. But he seemed like he wanted to go faster into a relationship.


Daryls POV


Why didn’t she remember me? She can’t even think that we could be a couple. I saw her get into Shane truck, Shane has been trying to get her to remember things. But I know that he isn’t trying hard enough. Lately he’s been pushing her away from him, which has been tearing her up inside.

“Daryl why are you pacing?” Hershel asked me.

“Because she can’t fucking remember me. He’s not fucking trying, she is sleeping in his bed!”

“He is trying all he can!”

“The fuck he isn’t! He isn’t trying worth shit!”

“Daryl, stop! She will remember. Give it time!” I took a deep breath and punched my hand into the tree.





I woke up remembering everything. I was on someones chest, I looked up and saw it was Shanes. Ew for one thing and why? But I got up and walked out of the tent and saw Daryl by the fire, his arms crossed and looking into the fire. I smiled and hugged him from behind.

“What?” Daryl said looking behind him.

“Hey baby.” He looked so excited and picked me up and twirled me around. He crashed his lips into mine.

“I’m so glad you’re back!” He said with tears in his eyes.

I'm Right Here (One Shot #1)

Harry Styles One Shot

Fight Me Series (Sequel to The Boxer)

For previous One Shots & the rest of the Series 

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.

“I’m pregnant.” Two words that had his mouth pop right open and your mind reeling. Though the two of you had talked about starting a family it wasn’t supposed to happen a month after you were married. 

You were expecting anger but were met with excruciating joy as he gathered you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. 

“We’re gonna have a baby! We’re gonna have a baby…” It was if he couldn’t believe there was a tiny life form growing in you as he just stared at your still unaltered stomach. 

“I love you so much.” He looked at you with tears in his eyes and kissed you repeatedly on the lips. 

“I thought you would be angry, especially after the phone call.” You toyed with your fingers and placed one hand over your stomach, as if to shield the baby from whatever was going to be said next. 

“Angry? I couldn’t be more happy!” He looked at you with incredulous eyes but you couldn’t help but voice your thoughts, or rather fears. 

“The season is coming up and everything is going to change. Face it Harry having a baby is going to be hard, what if I’m not ready? I’m going to be all alone here when you are out training or-” 

He cut you off by placing his finger over your mouth. He put both of his hands on either side of your face and made sure your gazes were locked. 

“This baby is going to have us, more important you are going to have me. We are in this together, season or not.” 

“Season or not.” You repeated. He held you close as he murmured how wonderful everything would be. 


1 Month Later 

“Is the father going to be here?” The nurse asked you and could tell by the expression on your face that it was a no. 

“Alright then we will proceed anyway. I am just going to place this jelly on your stomach so it might be a bit cold.” She took the tube of jelly and squirted some out and onto your stomach. You yelp at the freezing temperature of it as she rubbed it over a section on your tummy. 

“Now this machine,” she gestured to the screen that was directly to your right, “ will show you the baby. Now remember we are only at about 6 weeks, so the baby is about the size of a pea, so you may not see too much.” 

You nodded and she took the attachment, placing it on the area covered in the jelly and moved it around. 

“There we are,” she smiled over at you and you squinted your eyes. It was mostly a screen filled with black and a few little white dots. 

“I don’t see anything, am I supposed to?” You had your head tilted as you tried in vain to see your baby.

“Right there, do you see that little shape?” She pointed to what looked to be a dot on the screen. You gasped as you realized that was your baby; you had a baby inside you. 

“It’s so small,” you said in pure wonder. It was a shame that Harry wasn’t here to share the moment. 

“I can get you a few copies.” She spoke as she handed you a paper towel to clean off the substance, and you nodded in agreement. 

“Just 3 please.” She walked out of the room and you checked your phone. No texts or calls had come through and you could feel your heart drop. Who new that headlining a season took so much out of a person? 

The times you had seen your newfound husband were far and few between; though the two of lived together he was still never around. He apt to stay at the training center for days on end while you stayed at home and took care of yourself. 

You had always thought that marriage and starting was a 50-50 thing, but lately it seemed that Harry was more in a relationship with The Sound than you. 

“Here you are. You can call next week to schedule your next appointment.” She gave you a bright smile and a squeeze on the arm before opening the door for you. 

You thanked the receptionists before you walked on over to your car. Once you had locked your doors you sat there for a moment and replayed what had just happened. 

You looked at the photos set on you lap and began to cry. You held them close to your chest and your body shook with sobs as you cried for everything. 

You needed to talk to him about everything now because everything was slowly caving in and you could feel yourself starting to crack. 

You swallowed everything up and drove down to the training studio. You spotted his car right when you pulled in and parked right alongside it. 

You jumped out and went straight inside to find him. All of your hormones were all over the place and your rationality was shot. 

Running straight into his room you found him working on the punching bag. He must have heard your heavy breathing because he turned around and spotted up. He wasted no time in jumping down and coming over to you. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?” He fired off questions on after the other that you just continued to nod your head. 

“I can’t do this! I can’t do this alone,” you began to cry again and he just looked stunned. 

“I thought I told you we were in this together?” 

“You did but you are never around anymore and I miss you. I can’t be by myself.” You wrapped your arms around his bare chest and cried into it. 

“I’m right here, I’m right here baby.” He led you over to where you normally sat down and placed you there before standing in-between your legs. 

“Look at me.” You did as he said and stared at him; his fingers brushed the tears away and leaned down to kiss your lips. 

“I know I haven’t been there recently but I promise you I will come every night, and be there when you wake up. I won’t miss another doctors appointment, I promise.” He gave you a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I need you to keep this promise, I need to know that we come first.” 

“I have got caught up in this season before it’s started and lost focus. You two will always come first.” 

“You’ll be right here?” You needed every bit of reassurance you could get out of him. 

“I’m right here.” 

 Here is the beginning of the sequel to The Boxer! I hope you have enjoyed this part; I am aware it is a bit slow but we will pick up speed. 


Message me HERE if you have comments/thoughts/questions! 

As always, thank you for reading, xx-Samantha

anonymous asked:

i'm confused about that gifset from the first captain america movie where everyone is cheering for steve and bucky is too but then when steve turns around, bucky's face falls. like. why? did he have something to be upset about? maybe i'm just missing a lot of context

i think the most important thing to remember in that scene is that bucky literally just came out of a cell where he was being tortured for days. (and you know that he was being tortured/experimented on bc even before we knew he survived, he was muttering name rank and serial number on that bench which are the only things a soldier is allowed to reveal under torture, and also to get the level of treatment that’s entitled to their rank.) and it’s very clear and very obvious in sebstan’s choices that the bucky that came out of that hydra base is not the bucky who sauntered down the alleyway towards steve who didn’t know, really, what he was going into.

just basing it off the movie, he’s a boy who gets sold the idea of this war. that he was going to wear these clean pressed uniforms and tilt his hat all cocky like and swagger down the street with a girl on each arm, that he was going to go overseas - something that he wouldn’t have been able to do before because while wealthy young men still did the grand tour, he is not a wealthy young man - and kill nazis and fight the good fight and come back. war isn’t a call of duty; war isn’t even an aspiration; war is an adventure. he was going to come back and steve was going to be safe drafting up propaganda posters or picking up trash or whatever, and he was going to find himself a girl and find steve a girl and this entire war is going to be a great adventure, and he’s leaving the hero and he will come back still a hero. it’s not that he’s blind to the casualties of war - ‘this isn’t a back alley, steve.’ - it’s just that he didn’t think those same risks would apply to himself; not in the sense that he thought he wouldn’t die, but in the sense that he thought he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.

and that’s really what it is - it’s envy in some respects, but mostly i think it’s bitterness and it’s resentment; not at steve - never at steve - but at this war and at the universe and at this army and this country for leaving him for dead, for selling him this idea of glory and adventure and giving him instead two weeks on a bench screaming himself hoarse while the higher ups washed their hands and said there was nothing they could do. this is how the war narrative goes: the boy soldier goes to war and overcomes his hardships, he gets the girl and he punches the bad guy in the face. he comes back a man and he might be scarred and changed and he might have bad dreams, but he comes back whole. bucky barnes did not come back whole. bucky barnes, in all the ways that matter, did not come back. the great part of the first captain america film - even though it was a straight up hero origin story - is that it subverts that classic war narrative. two boys from brooklyn go to war, and one gets turned into a super soldier while another falls screaming into the abyss, one gets buffed and shined into the symbol of a nation and another gets his hands dirty becoming the underside of the war, but neither one of these boys come back. this is what happens. neither steve rogers nor bucky barnes came back whole. neither steve rogers nor bucky barnes ever stopped fighting in that war; so that’s really what it is to me, the realization there that this isn’t the fight he signed up for, that yes, steve just saved a couple hundred men single handedly but what does it say about the people he’s fighting for that steve had to do that alone in the first place? what does it say about the people he’s volunteering himself for that they’d leave these people to die screaming themselves hoarse on a mad scientist’s bench? 

and then the fact that steve wants to go back. that he’s so good and so true and so kind and so stupid that he can’t see what bucky sees, that these people will rip him up and spit him back out only they never do and never can because steve is just. that. good. and he wants to go back, and on the surface - at least right at this point - he’s living out the war hero narrative that should be bucky’s, was bucky’s for all intents and purposes, that the same experience that ruined him from inside out and changed him in ways he couldn’t even put his finger on only buffed steve’s shine more and made him the hero, the icon, the myth. bucky comes back from the hydra base the bare husk of what he had been. steve came more as more. and you can love someone with your whole heart - as bucky does - you can be willing to do anything for them, but some part of you, something small and ugly and dark, it’s always going to be resentful that the worst experience of your life is the best adventure of someone else’s. some part of him will always be screaming on that bench. 


how it would be like having them as your best friend; for got7

Mark : He would be a good listener. “Oh my god,” You huff as you plop down in the seat opposite Mark, slamming your tray of food down onto the table, some soup even spilling out of your bowl. Mark jumps a little from the shock, a little startled that you’re so angsty. “Guess what happened today?” Mark looks up at you while he takes a bite of his bread, then freezes to let you continue. “That brat Amy just has to annoy me everyday, huh? She’s driving me to my grave faster than the speed of light!” You rolls your eyes and stick your chopsticks into your bowl, attacking the poor strands of noodles. Mark continues to listen silently, nodding occasionally to let you know that he was listening to you and not dozing off, as you ramble on about how Amy was being a total bitch to you today. You finally finish your long rant and you dig into your cold noodles, feeling all warm and heated up from talking about her. You slurp up your noodles and look at Mark, just as he smiled at you. “Feel better?” He asks, and then you realize that yes, you felt a whole lot better after pouring out your feelings to your best friend.

Jaebum : He would tease you a lot. Your eyes fly open when you feel a whack on your head, and you immediately lift your head up, afraid the teacher had caught you sleeping during class. But you were confused to see the teacher still talking about the boring history of Hitler, his eyes focused on the laptop before him. You hear Jaebum sniggering on your left and you shoot him a glare. “Y/N, you shouldn’t sleep during class. What if Mr. Lee catches you?” He whispers and flashes you a sly smile, making you roll your eyes so hard at him they almost cramped. You rest your head back on your arms, only feeling comfortable for a few seconds before Jaebum disturbs you again. He sticks out his foot and kicks your chair multiple times, chuckling as he succeeds in his attempt to wake you up the second time. You groan and kick him in his shin. He winces in pain and you smile victoriously. Just when you think Jaebum has given up on irritating the hell out of you, he just goes and does something again. “Hey. Hey, Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Hey. Hey. Heyyyyyyy. Y/N. Hey.” He calls in a hushed tone. “WHAT?” You yell-whisper, almost throwing your pen at his face. “..Hi.” He opens his mouth to laugh, although no sound comes out. You narrow your eyes at him and shake your head. “I freaking hate you.” You say through gritted teeth. “Love you too, bestie.”

Jackson : He would be playful and loud around you. “Y/N!” He shouts across the cafeteria, his eyes searching for you. He’s oblivious to the hundreds of eyes staring at him as he calls out your name again, like a lost boy looking for his mother. Jackson spots you all the way at the other corner where you were seated with your other friends, and he quickly shoves his way between the crowd over to your table. “Y/N!” He calls again once he’s nearer, and you hear him this time. “Oh, Jackson!” You stand up and wave at him. He practically runs up to you and embraces you, almost throwing you off your feet. You hug him back, not sure what he was so happy about, but if he was happy, you were happy too. “GUESS WHAT?” He screams when he pulls away. “WHAT?” You ask, just as excited. “I-I…” He pauses and bites his lip, keeping you in suspense. “WHAT IS IT JACKSON, TELL ME!” “I GOT AN A FOR CHEMISTRY!!” He jumps up and down as he announces to the entire world. You squeal and hug him back tightly, jumping together with him. You knew how hard he studied for this examination, and it definitely wasn’t easy, because he hated Chemistry so much. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” You ruffle his hair and he smiles brightly. “I’M PROUD OF ME TOO!”

Jinyoung : He would always help you with your studies. You furrow your eyebrows and tap your pen on your temple, thinking hard at an algebraic equation that you’ve been stuck at for what seemed like forever. You give up, letting a groan escape your lips as your forehead comes into contact with the table. “What’s wrong with you?” Jinyoung asks as he approaches you, noticing your slumped shoulders. He grabs a chair and pulls it next to your table, sitting down next to you. “Oh my god Jinyoung, you have to help me.” You plead, knowing how he was really smart and he definitely knew how to solve this equation. He chuckles and grabs your worksheet, studying the equation before his brain starts to work out the answer in seconds. He pulls your pen out of your grasp and begins scribbling down the steps to get the answer. In less than 5 minutes, he had solved the equation. “Are you secretly Einstein?” Jinyoung laughs and shrugs, before explaining his solution to the equation. “Thank god I have you.” You nudge his leg with your knee under the table, and he smiles at you until crinkles form at the sides of his eyes. “Anything for my best friend.”

Youngjae : He would be threateningly caring towards you. Your eyes scan your Literature notes quickly, hoping that you could cram as much information in the next 30 minutes. “Hey Y/N!” Youngjae greets cheerfully as he sits down in front of you on your usual table. “Hi.” You reply flatly. Youngjae raises his eyebrows, then starts to notice what you’re doing. “Come on, no point trying to cram it in the next half hour,” Youngjae sighs. “you’ll blank out during the actual test.” You shake your head in protest. “I can at least get some stuff in my small brain.” He knew that it was no point trying to convince you to stop, but he should convince you to eat at least. “Okay, at least eat something before class starts.” He says as he chews a mouthful of rice and beef. “Later.” You say with a lack of emotion, and Youngjae scoffs. “No, eat now!” He scolds, and you shake your head. “Youngjae, I have no time. I’ll eat later, okay?” You don’t even look up at him as you speak, your eyes frantically scanning through the lines and lines of useful notes. He rolls his eyes and gathers a huge spoonful of rice with some meat, bringing it up to your face. “Eat!” He commands. “Nooooo, Youngjae. I’ll eat later. I promise.” You finally look up at him and pout, you’re desperate as time is running out and food wasn’t that important at this moment. “I swear to god Y/N you better eat this now or I’ll-” You quickly open your mouth and gobble down the rice that Youngjae was holding up to your mouth. “HAPPY NOW, MOM?” You say with your mouth full. “Yes.” He smiles brightly.

Bambam : He would always lend a helping hand. “Come on, I’ll just help you carry that.” Bambam attempts to take your file from you, but you rejected his offer. “It’s okay, Bambam, it’s just a file it weighs nothing.” “Still!” He protests, grabbing your file from your hands. You chuckle and let him hold it for you as you both walk down the path towards your favorite ice cream shop. “Oh crap.” You stop in your tracks, quickly grabbing your file back and flipping it open, only to see one of your assignments that was due today still in there. “What? What happened?” Bambam asks as he looks into your file. “This is due today! Oh damn I have to go back to school-” Bambam pulls it out of your hand and examines it. “This is for?” “Mrs Kim! She’s going to kill me.” Bambam suddenly turns back around and you quickly tug on his arm. “You go ahead to the ice cream shop to wait for me. I’ll run back to help you pass this up!” Bambam is already starting to run back in the direction of the school and you stand there, rooted to the ground. “W-what?!” You yell at his running figure. “You run too slow anyway! And help me order my ice cream, you know what I like! I’ll be back soon!” He shouts back and waves at you, just before he makes a turn at the end of the walkway.

Yugyeom : He would always gives advice. You bury your head in your hands and rub your face, simply exhausted from all the studying. Your finals were coming up and you weren’t dealing with the work load and stress that well. “Drink this. I think you need it.” Yugyeom places a can of energy drink on your table, making you look up at him. His eyes widen when he sees your dark eye circles, and he tries to stifle his laughter. “I should have gotten you some cucumbers too….” He states as he traces his finger along your eye bags. You swat his hand away and punch him in the arm. “Yah. Tell me, how do you even deal with this?!” You gesture at the messy pile of notes on your table with your hands. Yugyeom shrugs and purses his lips. “Mmmm.. I always take a 15 minute break after 2 hours of studying,” He begins, looking up at the ceiling as he thinks. “I also make sure I get ample rest. If I’m tired, I won’t force myself to continue studying till it’s 2 in the morning, because I’ll be too tired to even remember anything. Hmm.. I also allocate a few hours a week to do anything other than studying, you know, just to take a break from all the work.” You stare at your best friend as he gives you a list of things he does, and you think you should be jotting them down. “And, I don’t skip my meals. Unlike you.” He flicks your forehead and you hiss in pain. You rub your forehead and you think that you should listen to his advice, because well, your best friend knows best.

Many thanks to Crystalelemental for giving me this idea
  • Homura: KYUBEY!
  • Kyubey: Yes?
  • Homura 2: Whee!
  • Homura 3: Look at me, I'm suicidal and gay!
  • Kyubey: .....What the hell happened here?
  • Homura: That's what I want to know!
  • Homura 2: Gott ist tot!
  • Kyubey: Ah. I get it now.
  • Homura: What?
  • Kyubey: Your Clara Doll familiars have evolved into witches. Or rather, they've evolved into you since you are their master.
  • Homura: You're f##king with me right?
  • Homura 3: I didn't stop wetting the bed until I was 12!
  • Homura: YOU THERE, SHUT UP!
  • Homura 2: Ooooh, look at me! My name is Homura Akemi and under my bed there is a massive collection of-
  • Homura: GAAAHHHH!
  • Homura; ((Slugs Homura 2 in the jaw and knocks her out))
  • Kyubey: Like what?
  • Kyubey: Oh, okay.
  • Kyubey: ((Opens the front door of Homura's house and all the Clara Homura's run outside))
  • Homura: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
  • Kyubey: I got them out of here.
  • Kyubey: Well, you should of been more clear then.
  • Homura: YOU...!
  • Homura: I don't have time to deal with you right now, I have to get all the Clara Me's back!
  • Kyouko: Yo! Homura, that you?
  • Slander doll Homura: Hm?
  • Kyouko: I have some pocky here, want some?
  • Slander doll Homura: ((Takes one))
  • Slander doll Homura: ((Throws it on the floor))
  • Slander doll Homura: ((Stomps the pocky into dust))
  • Slander doll Homura: Pocky ist tot!
  • Slander doll Homura: ((Runs away while giggling))
  • Kyouko: OI YOU, GET BACK HERE!
  • Sayaka: Oi, Akemi!
  • Gullible doll Homura: Who?
  • Sayaka: You! I'm talking to you!
  • Gullible doll Homura: I'm Akemi? Amazing!
  • Sayaka: .....Huh?
  • Sayaka: Wait, that's not important right now. I remembered that you're a demon!
  • Gullible doll Homura: I'm a demon? That's amazing!
  • Sayaka: Wha-.... Are you making fun of me right now?
  • Gullible doll Homura: I don't know. Am I?
  • Sayaka: You're totally making fun of me right now?
  • Gullible doll Homura: Is that so? How amazing!
  • Sayaka: Damn you Akemi, I'll get my revenge on you one day!
  • Gullible doll Homura: Really? Amazing!
  • Mami: Oh, Akemi! What are you doing here?
  • Vanity doll Homura: Hm? Are you talking to me peasant?
  • Mami: What?
  • Vanity doll Homura: I know it must be hard for plebeians such are yourself to resist my grace and beauty but you really must control yourself.
  • Mami: My my, aren't you suddenly full of yourself? I'll have you know that I'm quite the looker myself.
  • Vanity doll Homura: Oh really? As if anyone would ever like that ridiculous hair style of yours!
  • Mami: .....
  • Mami: Bitch, I know you ain't talkin' shit 'bout my twin drills.
  • Vanity doll Homura: Gurl, I ain't talkin' shit 'bout yo twin drills. I'm sayin' they ARE shit!
  • Vanity doll Homura: Please, as if I have time to waste on someone like you. Oh ho ho ho ho~!
  • Madoka: Hi Homura!
  • Liar doll Homura: I hate you.
  • Madoka: W-What...?
  • Liar doll Homura: Ever since we first met I've always hated you.
  • Madoka: Homura, why are you being mean all of a sudden?
  • Liar doll Homura: My greatest wish is for the two of us to be separated forever.
  • Madoka: Homura, you jerk!
  • Madoka: ((Runs away crying))
  • Homura: Jeez, this is annoying. I've rounded up most of them but there still some dolls missing....
  • Kyouko: ORRRYAAAAAA!
  • Kyouko: ((Slams into Homura's head via flying kick from behind))
  • Homura: Kyouko, what the actual hell are you talking about?
  • Homura: What are you even-
  • Sayaka: REVENGE!
  • Sayaka: ((Smashes Homura over the head with a baseball bat))
  • Homura: Huh? What?!
  • Mami: FIGHT ME, BITCH!
  • Mami: ((Punches Homura in the face))
  • Homura OH COME ON, YOU TOO?!
  • Mami: You talk shit 'bout my drills then you gon' get hit bitch!
  • Madoka: HOMURA AKEMI!
  • Homura: Madoka, you're here as well?!
  • Madoka: I-.....
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Kyubey: It seems Homura Akemi has been rendered unresponsive to all outside stimulus.
  • Kyubey 2: Now that Homura is in a vegetable-like state, what should we do?
  • Kyubey: It's simple really.
  • Kyubey: We become the god of this new world.
  • Kyubey 2: Just as keikaku!
  • Note: Keikaku means plan.
Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Chapter 4!

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Bullying, non consensual kissing

Words: 1429

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 4/(?)

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3

Genre: Fluffy angst?

(A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delayed updating! Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy! Please don’t steal/repost, only reblog and like. Thank you! Feel free to give me feedback!)

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

We pulled into the flat and Phil rushed me inside. “Jeez, what is it, Phil?” I chuckled. He led me down the hallway, his hand in mine.

“You’re going to love it!” He pushed me into my room. I didn’t see anything different at first, I was slightly confused, until I realized the computer. On the desk was a Mac laptop. “Do you like it?” He looked at me hopeful.

“Phil,” I smiled. “Of course I like it, thank you, Phil. You didn’t have to.” I hugged him. I pulled away and blushed, usually he instigated hugs.

“I wanted to,” I felt his hand brush mine. He clasped our hands together and then squeezed reassuringly. I squeezed back. “Well, let’s set it up!” He smiled.

We spent a while setting up the laptop, and then decided to go out to eat. We got into Phil’s car and he drove us to a local diner. We drove in a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. “Was Andrew the one that was picking on you? Or was it a different kid? He seemed kind of rude,” He broke the silence.

“He was one of them,” I shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” he replied. I nodded, even though I doubt he could see me. A few minutes later, we pulled into the diner. We both got out, walked inside, and ordered our drinks. He got a coffee, I got a soda. I looked out the window at the city lights, lost in my thoughts. “Let’s go to the Manchester Eye tonight,” I heard Phil say. I looked over at him and he smiled.  

“Why?” I asked.

“Why not? I think it’d be fun. I haven’t gone in a while,” Phil replied. I shrugged.

“All right,” I smiled.

“Have you ever been?”

“I have, as a kid a few times. I like it, it’s a beautiful view,” I replied. Phil nodded in agreement. We talked for a bit longer about it until our waitress came over.

Phil and I ordered our food, and then made small talk about his work and school. When we got our food, we ate in comfortable silence, but occasionally made a comment or smiled at each other. Phil wasn’t so bad, I actually enjoy hanging around him. My parents definitely could have picked worse for me. I do like Phil. We finished our meals, and then walked back to Phil’s car. After that, we went to the Manchester Eye, singing different Muse and Fall Out Boy songs on the way there.

“I’m excited,” Phil was giddy as we came near the Manchester Eye. He parked, and we walked up. Once we got on the wheel, I could tell Phil was getting a bit nervous. He started fidgeting with his hands, and would find random excuses to touch me.

“Are you okay?” I smiled to Phil. He smiled reassuringly and nodded.

“Dan?” I heard Phil say after a minute. I looked back to him.

“Hm?” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

“May I kiss you, Dan? Properly?” He whispered. I nodded. He leaned in, and I closed my eyes. I felt his lips brush against mine lightly, and then his lips pressed against mine fully. He was slightly hesitant, and unsure, and he pulled away too soon for my liking. I opened my eyes and Phil was looking at me, a smile on his face.  I felt a blush run to my cheeks. “I’m glad I’m married to you, Dan,” Phil softly said. I felt my blush deepen, and I nuzzled his neck with my head, hiding my blush.

When we got off the wheel, we decided to go home and watch some movies. He had work and I had school tomorrow, but right now, tonight, it was our night. As if nothing else is important in the world, as if we don’t have obligations and priorities, because they didn’t matter to us right then.

We got back to our house, changed into pajamas, and sat on the couch. He put on a movie. I couldn’t really pay attention, I was too tired. I felt myself slowly lose consciousness, and fall asleep.

Running, running faster, they’re coming, they’re behind me. They’re going to catch me if I don’t run faster. My feet hurt, I wasn’t wearing shoes. I’d be surprised if they weren’t bleeding by now. Quick, hide in the bush! I slid myself into the rather large bush and tried to calm my breathing, so they wouldn’t hear me.

“Danny, Danny, where are you? Danny, Danny,” I heard the leader say. I shivered. I heard breaking of sticks and leaves around me, I adjusted slightly and a branch cracked. Fuck. I’m screwed. They’re going to find me now. They stopped in front of the bush. If they look inside, I’m dead. I held my breath and crossed my fingers, please, don’t look down here. I saw his legs begin to squat. I quickly shot up and ran in the opposite direction, they were chasing me. I felt weight on my back, someone pushed me to the ground. They got on top of me and held me down. “Tsk, tsk. You should know better than to run, Dan,” he said. I screamed.

“Dan! Wake up!” I felt Phil shaking me. I opened my eyes, my heart was beating and my hands were clammy. I quickly wiped my hands on my pants and tried breathing exercises to calm my heart. “Dan,” Phil sighed, looking slightly relieved. “Are you okay? I couldn’t get you up,” he looked sad.

“I’m fine,” my voice was harsh, I cleared it. I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m going to get some water,” I stood up from the couch and grabbed a glass of water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Phil asked. I shook my head. I finished the water, and put the glass in the dishwasher. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Phil,” I whispered. He led us into his room, and we both got into his bed. He held out his arm, and I rested my head on his shoulder, my body curling into his. “I’m glad I’m married to you too, Phil,” I whispered. I felt him kiss the top of my head. I fell asleep shortly after that.

“Dan, wake up. It’s time to go to school,” I felt Phil shake me.

“No, five more minutes, please,” I mumbled.

“You and I both know you will not get up in five minutes. Come on, Dan,” he shook me again. I opened my eyes and sighed heavily. He chuckled. I grabbed his pillow and threw it at him.

“Don’t laugh at me, you spoon,” I mumbled. He laughed again.

“Get ready,” He walked out of the room, and I sat up. I changed into black jeans and an eclipse tee shirt. I straightened my hair, putting some dry shampoo in it. I went into the kitchen, and ate breakfast with Phil. Soon after that, he dropped me off at school, and then he went to work. He’d scheduled it so we’d be starting and getting off around the same time.

Surprisingly, nobody bothered me. It was third hour, and nobody had mentioned anything today. It was going surprisingly well. When lunch came around, I figured I’d be safe. I walked to the library, intending to be eating lunch in there. I sat down in the corner of the library, away from anyone else. I liked to be secluded. Too much socializing can be a pain.

“Howell,” I heard someone after a moment. I looked up and saw Andrew.

“W-what do you want, An-drew?” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

“Stand up,” he ordered. I stayed still. “I said, stand up,” he added emphasis threateningly. My hands began to shake, but I stood up nonetheless. He pushed me against the bookshelf behind me, and cocked his hand back ready to punch me. I scrunched my face up, anticipating what would happen next. I felt him punch the shelf I was leaned against, and then I felt his lips on my own. They were chapped, bitten, forceful, and completely wrong. He was not Phil, he was completely wrong. I tried pushing him off me, but he grabbed my hands and held them against the wall. I tried screaming, but his mouth muffled mine. I couldn’t get him off me. Tears fell down my cheeks, I felt so helpless.

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(A/N: I’M SORRY ABOUT THE ENDING, DON’T KILL ME. If you want to message me, feel free to give me feedback! Thank you guys! It’ll get better! Again, please don’t steal or repost, only reblog and like!)

If you guys want to check something else out by me, I’d recommend this fic! It’s a one shot, and it’s pretty cute. #spon

My turn to write something about the #YesAllWomen movement

I couldn’t get myself to read the entirety of the 141 page document that Rodger wrote. But I’ve read a few pages, I’ve watched his “Retribution video” and it made me sick. He referred to his plans as a “Day of Retribution,” when he would torture and kill “good looking people” before launching a “War on Women” to punish girls and women who he said had “starved him of sex”, that he had suffered through “an existence of loneliness, rejection and unfulfilled desires.” Here’s the part that really made me want to vomit

“Women should not have the right to choose who to mate and breed with. That decision should be made for them by rational men of intelligence. If women continue to have rights, they will only hinder the advancement of the human race…There is no creature more evil and depraved than the human female […] The first strike against women will be to put all of them in concentration camps like the plague they are. At these camps, the vast majority of the female population will be deliberately starved to death […] A few of them would be spared, however, for the sake of reproduction. These women would be kept and bred in secret labs.”

He also said in his video: “You girls have never been attracted to me, I don’t know why you girls aren’t attracted to me, but I will punish you all for it. It’s an injustice, a crime, because… I don’t know what you don’t see in me. I’m the perfect guy”

The guy was a 22 year old virgin and as such felt the need to commit mass murder. And you know, I could deal with one lunatic, one crazy misogynist. But then I came across comments on youtube and…



There were hundreds of them, many with thumb ups, people agreeing, applauding, encouraging “young men to take more women’s lives cause it’s the only way we can fight feminism.” 2/3 of the articles I’ve read about this excused his attitude with the fact that he was mentally sick. Yes, he was. But he played his doctors, he played the deputies who interrogate him a month ago. Claiming that mental illness was the sole factor for his action is ignoring his blatant misogyny and his motive. And when you read comments like the ones above, you cannot possibly think that it is an isolate thought. Hell, someone made a tribute Facebook page:



You want to know why I won’t stop talking about misogyny, patriarchy, street harassment, rape culture? Because it’s everywhere. It’s not a fantasy, it’s not a way for feminists to add more force to their cause. Feminism means equality and respect between men and women. That’s it. That’s all there is. You need more examples as to why I need it?

  • Because when I was 6, I told my mom that a boy was being mean to me at school and she replied with “then he probably likes you.” I had been taught that violence is always bad but suddenly a boy is pulling at my hair and hurting me so obviously it means he likes me? I was barely 6 and even then I couldn’t understand.
  •  Because when I was 13, a guy said “well she must be on her period, she’s being bitchy today” when I exposed my views on slavery in history class. And when I told him to shut up, that it was an important topic, that I was allowed to say what I think, he found me after class and punched me in the face. My head slammed hard into the lockers behind me. Nobody stood up for me. Everyone laughed. And I laughed with them through the pain because what was I supposed to do?
  • Because when I was 14 I had a teacher who would ask girls wearing skirts to write what he was saying on the blackboard in front of the class while he looked at them from his desk. Because he would search the Internet for their private blog and then tell them in class “I found pictures of you on the Internet”
  •  Because when I was 16, every day after school I would walk to my grandmother’s home and every day these six 14 year old boys would make lewd gestures at me, cat call me, try to corner me. I ran away more times that I can count.
  •  Because when I was 17, I told my boyfriend that I was not ready for sex. He stopped what he was doing, held me close and told me it was okay. But then never spoke to me again.
  • Because when I was 18, I once went to the post office for a package. A guy helped me and was really professional. But when I got home that day and logged in onto Facebook, I had a new friend request and a message that said “I helped you today at the post office. You were so hot. I have your name and your address now. Wanna go out some day?”
  • Because when I was 19, I was once waiting for the bus to take me home after a night out with some friends. It was maybe 11pm, not even that late. Two guys approached me at the bus stop and tried to get me to come with them. I had marks on my wrists for 4 days.
  • Because when I was 20, a guy kissed me out of the blue at a party. Well more like he threw his tongue down my throat. I could barely breathe. And when I told him to leave me the fuck alone, he said that I had to be a lesbian because he was such a great kisser.
  • Because when I was 21, I had to ask for help from a complete female stranger, to have her pretend she was my friend in order to get a man to leave me alone in a club. She took one look at my face and immediately understood the situation.
  • Because I’ve been told that in this kind of situations, I had two choices to escape: give him a fake phone number – give in - or tell him that I’m already taken. TAKEN. I’m not a property. But apparently men respect other men’s properties more than women themselves.
  •  Because songs like Blurred Lines exist.
  •  Because my own dad told me that my best friend, who is incredibly shy, should find a boyfriend to get her to open up. That it would solve everything. He doesn’t even realize what he’s saying.
  •  Because my grandmother once asked me why I was walking so fast in the streets. Clearly she never had to avoid street harassment.
  •  Because I had men come up to me in the street and say “eh girl, do you want a job? You’d make plenty of money.”
  • Because just a couple of days ago, someone groped me in the subway and when I turned around to tell them to back off, another man told me to take it as a compliment. Because in this kind of public spaces, looking down at my phone and avoiding eye contact is my safe place.
  •  Because every time I wear a dress, every time I wear a tank top a bit revealing (BECAUSE IT’S 30°C OUTSIDE), I get men making faces and gestures at me, calling me names.
  •  Because it’s almost impossible for me to be my friendly smiling self with another guy without him jumping at false conclusions
  • Because one of my closest friends was raped by her own boyfriend when she told him she didn’t want to have sex with him. Because as his boyfriend, he felt entitled to her body, like if sex was something he deserved for dating her.
  •  Because we teach women how to avoid getting raped, by dressing in a certain way, by looking down, by keeping  their mouth shut, instead of teaching men not to rape.
  • Because we hear every day that “boys will be boys.” How about boys will be held responsible for their actions?


“Hey. What’s with the human chessboard?”

“It’s a reminder.”

“I don’t understand; what is it reminding you of?”

“That sometimes, you have to sacrifice the present for the future.”


“That Knight is going to get taken, right? I don’t want it to, because every one of my pieces is important, they’re what have gotten me to where I am right now and not having it anymore makes me super sad but, if I don’t scarifies it now, then my Queen will be checked, and if my Queen is checked, the game is over. So, I give up a piece of today to insure there is a tomorrow.”


“You’re my tomorrow, Santana. You’re not a Knight or Bishop, you’re a Queen; my Queen. Our lives right now are like that Knight, sacrificed for the endgame.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re a genius?”

“You’ve never let me forget.”