this is what my car needs

Accomplished everything on my list for the weekend - just need to get out for my run (I’m currently sitting on the couch in my running clothes…) My apartment and car are both spotless and I made a good dent in our Colorado itinerary.

I’ve been feeling a pretty big urge to go clothes shopping, but I’m trying to show some restraint. I have a specific dress in mind that I want, but lucky for my wallet I can’t find what I’m looking for. Either way, I know I’m going to end up at Target in the next few weeks because I can’t resist their fall sweaters and flannels.

Nick is having a miserable time on this eclipse camping trip he’s on and keeps texting me how much he misses me and thanking me for being a good travel companion. I wasn’t expecting him to even have cell service this weekend, so it’s caught me a little off guard how much he’s been in contact - I just feel bad that he’s not having a good time while I’m surprisingly enjoying this weekend to myself. 

Today would have been my dad’s 64th birthday. Today is also my step-dad’s 66th birthday. I always find it funny that it worked out that way. We’re heading out to dinner in a couple hours, which is my only impetus to get my ass up and go run.

Tomorrow teachers are back and we have our first staff meeting of the year. I’m directly following the Head of School in order of presentation so that’s a little intimidating. I’m running a total of seven PD sessions this week, and that’s not even counting the stuff I’m doing for new and returning student orientations. Thankfully, it gets easier every year since I’m not starting from scratch and know what does and doesn’t work at this point. 

I guess I can’t put off running much longer, so here goes nothing.

anonymous asked:

Why do adult men feel the need to catcall me? It's so gross. Like there I was walking, minding my own business, on a walk with my past middle age father and they just think it's the perfect time to stop their car and tell me it's too hot to be out walking. I know that doesn't sound sexual, but trust me he was really saying "I think you're an attractive woman and by extension I have power over you so I get to decide when you get to leave the house." I'm mad 😡 now. -Stitches

What pigs. I’m sorry that happened to you, Stitches. Ain’t no one got the right to do that no one.

  • someone: how are you?
  • me: i'm fine
  • me, in my head: who is this? who am i? did that car just drive by? am i having this bit of ennui and losing focus of the things happening around me? (car crash sound) is this an existential crisis (oh my god, honey! someone help!) in the middle of the road? (someone help!) did i just cause an accident, was that what i did? did i destroy them? what am i doing walking down the 101? (pull over, pull over!) and more importantly, was i a bad son? (please pull your car over to the side of the road) nope, gotta keep thinkin! (this is helicopter police we have a runner) family's important. (seems like she's having an existential crisis) that's the thing i know. my dad sold everything and i let him, let that go. (call in the air force) my mom and sister they've been gone for years, (i've got a shot. i've got a shot) but i let my dad get rid of all his money and i gave into his fears. (take the shot, take the shot) so now i'm walking down the 101. there are explosions. (miss. big miss.) yes i think i'm dodging bullets from a gun. (she's very good) yes i'm walking down the 101 (call in the crazy six) but more importantly, (calling in the crazy six) was i a bad son? (crazy six has a shot. we're gonna take the shot. we're the crazy six, the biggest assassins in the united states) now i'm building my confidence i gotta do what is right. (oh my god she's walking towards us. i'm gonna throw the grenade) and i'm having this thought (throw it) while i'm doing cartwheels in between cars and dodging their sight. (that was a miss. big miss.) yeah i can move so fast, make their guns choke. (we're fired? oh my god) while i'm thinking about what is right i'm moving as fast as smoke. yeah i'm running! (oh my god she's as fast as smoke!) down the 101! (she's on foot!) i'm running! (should we just join in the song?) down the 101! (uh, yeah we probably should join in) [everyone] yeah i'm running! down the 101! but more importantly, was i a bad son? even though those cops repeatedly referred to me as a she. i gotta do the right thing, i gotta do what's right inside of me. so now i'll walk off the 101, rent a kia, drive home and be a better son.

I need your help.

Now our air conditioning unit is dead, and our oven is falling apart. Please reblog or donate what you can to my GoFundMe page. Go to the website and search for “Fred Red”; the first result should be “Out of the Job”. Please please PLEASE donate what you can. No one will give me a loan because I am behind on my car and credit card payments; my oldest dog overheats easily, even with all the fans we have going. I fear he may suffer without proper air conditioning soon.

Even with my current job as a baker, I don’t have the money or means to do this on my own. Any money my mother had is going to any oral and denture work she needs, and she’s already deep in debt with credit cards. 

Please donate what you can. We’re sinking.

  • You: Everybody thinks we're a couple.
  • Kihyun: Well. We do things together.
  • You: Like?
  • Kihyun: We do groceries together.
  • You: Because you don't have money and drag me with you.
  • Kihyun: You force me to watch movies with you.
  • You: Good movies must be shared.
  • Kihyun: I drop you off at work everyday.
  • You: Because you trash my car.
  • Kihyun: You bring me to your family's gathering.
  • You: Because I need your car.
  • Kihyun: You eat whatever I cook.
  • You: Because. Food.
  • Kihyun: And you know what beats all of that?
  • You:
  • Kihyun:
  • You:
  • Kihyun:
  • Kihyun: We lived together.
  • You: Well. Fuck.
  • Kihyun: Shall we?
  • You: I will kill you in your sleep.
  • Kihyun: That's the only thing we haven't done.
  • You: /is 100%done/
  • Kihyun: I mean if you're killing me in my sleep, you should be in my room first right? Right?
Voltron but as things my family and friends have said/done

Shiro walks in and hears a crash from above: “What did you guys break now?” 

Pidge: That was the sound of my crashing hopes and dreams, Shiro! Hopes *Dramatic pause* and dreams…

Lance sitting across from Keith at a lunch table: If I put this butter in your hair, will you be mad at me?

Keith: *Throws applesauce at Lance*

Pidge looking at Coran’s Shoes: Why are you wearing socks with sandals?

Coran: Because it is Winter.

Hunk braiding Allura’s hair: Wow, it’s really soft, how do you do that?

Allura, very seriously: I dip it in the blood of my demons.

*Hunk lets go of the hair.*

*Lance singing along with a song on the computer*

Shiro: Can you quiet down, please?

*Lance puts headphones in his computer but continues to sing at the top of his lungs.*

Coran looking at baby pictures with Allura: Awe, look at you right here!

*Allura taking the picture from his hand and running off with it*: NO ONE SHALL EVER SEE THIS! IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!

Lance walking past Pidge: Whats up, Garbage?

Pidge: Nothing much, Trash.

Lance driving the car: Oh look Keith, cows!

*Keith glances at the cows then notices the cars about to swerve off the road*: LANCE!!!

*Lance straightens the car, avoiding the ditch*: What we were just going to go see the cows! *Laughs*


Matt from inside the bathroom: Katie, can you come help me?

*Katie cautiously opening the bathroom door*:  What do you need my help with in there?

*Katie sees Matt covered in bubbles in the bathtub as the bubbles grow taller and tower over his head and spill over the tub*: 

Matt: The jets made them grow!! Help!!!

*Katie slowly closing the door*: I guess you could say your ‘Naked and Afraid!

*Acxa see Lotor messing with something by his locker*: Hey, what are you-

*Ezor is squished in the locker and Lotor is laughing uncontrollably*

Ezor: I wanted to see if I’d fit… I think I’m stuck guys!

*Hunk and Pidge out for lunch*

*Pidge drops a hot piece of Pizza on her legs*: Oh Mother F-

*Hunk motions at the Mother and child at the table next to them*

*Pidge under her breath*: Froot loops

*The team playing dodge ball*

*Keith trips and stumbles into Lance*: Sorry, so sorry!

Lance: Awe, you’re blushing!

*Shiro hitting Lance with a dodge ball*: Yes! Good job, Keith! Keep distracting the enemy!

Yeah, I thought it would be fun to put the weird things that the people I care about do, and mix it with my favorite show… *softly* what have I done?

I keep deleting this post because I really rather die than have to make it but my siblings gotta eat. My moms car isn’t working plus she’s waiting on her you-can-guess-what card in the mail because she lost the other one so no money or way to get to food for today . I just need $20 to order delivery to hold them for now and dinner. I’d really appreciate it so much.
Friends who get into trouble sentence starters
  • “I called someone to bail us out last time. It’s your turn.”
  • “We probably shouldn’t do this.”
  • “See you say it’ll be fine? But, something tells me it won’t be.”
  • “Okay, but they are gonna be so pissed when they see what we did to this place.”
  • “We probably shouldn’t have tried to surf on the mattress down the stairs..”
  • “I can’t believe we just prank called him/her. What are we like twelve?”
  • “Let’s just tell them that the dog did it.”
  • “I’m picking the lock. But, I just realized that I’m not a detective and this is a hair pin I found in my glovebox.”
  • “Do you think that alarm means that we’re caught?”
  • “I’ll fill the bucket with water and you distract him/her while I dump it on their head.”
  • “This is exactly what we need–a  night out. Let’s go crazy!!”
  • “Honestly, I think the car looks better after we crashed it.”
  • “I rang this guy/girls doorbell and ran away really fast??? And they found me.”
  • “Why is there a giant teddy bear wearing lingerie in my bath tub?”
  • “Oh my god, why is there an unconscious man/woman on the floor?!”
  • “We were supposed to be cooking. But, it looks like a murder occurred in here.”
  • “We broke the window. I think someone is going to notice.”
  • “I can’t believe we’re trying to climb through a window to get back a pair of your panties/underwear.”
  • “Shh, they’ll hear us. This is a terrible idea. You are lucky I love you.”
  • “That cop did not find it as funny as we did.”
  • “I told you not to hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!!”
Jin and Time Travelling?

(Here is my theory based on the posters from Love Yourself linked in with WINGS, HYYH, INU, RUN and the Prologue)

So in both of Jin’s Love Yourself Posters, he talks about turning back time.

The first one:

“If I could turn back time, I want to be the greatest guy in the world.”

The second one:

“If I could turn back time, I want to go back to that summer sea.”

He he wants to go back to the ‘summer sea’ and become the greatest man in the world. So where is this summer sea and how will it make him the greatest man?

Think of it this way, The I NEED U MV (Original) came out in May 2015 and the prologue came out in October 2015. In between that is summer. In both of the videos, the boys can be seen beside the sea, at the end of I NEED U and in the prologue video.

They have a lot of fun by the sea. If you take the time between the release of the MVs, I think you could arguably say that this sea that they visit is the ‘summer sea.’

Anyway, back to the rest of the Love_Yourself posters. Before talking about the individual posters, I want to talk about the pairing ones first. These are the same pairings from Run/Prologue but mostly their WINGS Short Films (all theories on that are in my theory masterlist btw)

All of the members that came in pairs (Suga and Jungkook, Jimin and J-Hope, Rap Monster and V) had the same comment on their poster. “When we came back from that sea, we were all alone.”

As I’ve mentioned in my previous theories, I believe that the scene at the sea/beach in the prologue occurred before INU (and RUN). At the sea, they were all happy and good friends, no one seemed injured or hurt.

So they were at the sea, perfectly fine, but when they came back they sort of separated and became lonely and I think it’s to do with their individual posters.

(I’ll talk about Jungkook later) Suga’s poster the translation was “Don’t come near me, I’ll only bring you misfortune.” What if after they came back, the scene in Run happened. When Suga was ‘drunk’ and he and Jungkook got into a fight. Which then lead to the INU hotel scene, when he was alone, and Jungkook was out and got beaten up by those ‘thugs’ ultimately getting hit by a car.

If Suga and Kookie got into a fight, then in the end, it’s likely that he blames himself for Jungkook’s accident. He thinks he’s bought Jungkook misfortune by putting him into a wheelchair (from Jungkook’s poster). That’s why, in their pairing poster, the say that they were alone after coming back from the sea.

At the sea they were together, but after, they became lonely because of the fight

Next is Jimin and J-Hope. 

Theirs isn’t as obvious, but I think a lot of it links in with Hobi’s Short Film (theory here). He has Munchhausen’s syndrome where he basically fakes illness to keep himself in care. Like I said, Jimin took care of him the most as we can see in this scene in Run.

Now this is where I think it might have links to my Maknaes Drove the Hyungs Out Theory (please give it a read)

but that’s another story…

I guess this does come in to Jimin’s Love Yourself poster where is says, “I lied because there is no reason to love someone like me.” Jimin may have lied to keep J-Hope away from him, because he thinks he’s undeserving of love.

We know that Hoseok’s love is selfless as from his poster he says that “As long you can shine, I’m okay,” meaning that he’ll do anything to make someone else happy, even at his own expense. Jimin probably thought he didn’t deserve it and lied to J-Hope to push him away.

Now J Hope is ‘okay’ because he isn’t being so self-destructive in his love, and Jimin is just falling deeper into his lie and feelings of low self-worth.

In their pair photo, we can see that J-Hope is the one that’s in the bright room with the big window seemingly smiling, and Jimin is in a parallel room but it’s not well lit and the windows have bars on them

Jimin’s solo song Lie even said that he felt caught and trapped in his lie, so the room could be a personification of that. There could also be the fact that, because J-Hope is so sacrificing, he always wants to make others happy, even though he says he’s fine, maybe he isn’t? That’s why he fakes illnesses, to make it seem like maybe one person at least (hospital staff) care about him? Hmm…

Next is Rap Monster and V.

Extract from my theory as mentioned above ^

Another thing I want to bring in is both of their short films. V’s posters says “If I had made a different choice, would you not have left?“ Maybe he’s asking Namjoon this question. To which his reply, in his poster, is “I only watch you from behind, because now is not the time.” Notice how Rap Monster is on the bus and how Tae is crouched on the road? It could indicate RM leaving V.

Back to the short film, in V’s, he’s taken to be arrested after being caught vandalising graffiti. I’ve talked before about how I think that Rap /monster ran away from all the members, maybe he got sick of all of the graffitiing, the running in tunnels, the general bad behaviour, and tried to find ‘himself’ (reflection).

From my Reflection Short Film breakdown

V is saying that is he had made a different choice, maybe they wouldn’t be alone. Maybe they’d still be together.

And of course there’s this:

Again, V is asking for help, maybe he’s asking Namjoon for help, but Namjoon is just lying there saying “I’m fine” - maybe he found his peace, and broke the circle where he was always running to V and helping him.

They have the same caption as everyone else, we were alone when we came back from sea. They were really close friends at sea but after V’s attempted(?) suicide in the prologue, maybe Rap Monster realised that he needed to leave? Did he think he was a bad influence on Taehyung? He known know isn’t the time to get involved again, and just watched Tae from afar.

Coming to Jungkook, we all noticed that he was the only one that was happy in his poster with a ‘positive’ message on it. He got hit by that car in INU but seems to be at peace with the accident. What he is sad about, probably, is losing Suga (I already explained most of my thoughts on that poster here btw).

But where does Jin’s time travelling come into this? Well it’s clear that pretty much all of the members have their regrets. At least, they all know that they’ve become distant ever since they came back from their trip to the sea.

Suga bringing others misfortune, Jungkook’s in a wheelchair (but doesn’t seem to mind), Jimin had to tell a lie, J-Hope sacrificing himself to make others happy, V wishing he made a different choice, Rap Mons can only watch from behind. Jin wants to take it all back. All the bad things happened when they came back from the sea.

Remember at the end of the prologue, there was that scene where Jin’s looking at the picture that Rap Monster took of him and Suga at the petrol station?

But when he pulls is out later, it turns out that it’s just empty???

ANDDDDD then, Big Hit re-uploaded the video, but this time, the scene was missing!! What if that’s when Jin time travelled?! He wet back in time, so that scene where he was alone never happened.

I believe this happened in the Japanese Ver. of Blood, Sweat and Tears.

He travelled back to make it so that nothing in Run and INU happened? Made it so that no one would have their regrets, and everyone would be happy, taking them back to that summer sea. Would that make him the greatest guy in the world? To take away all of his members’ problems? Those six petals he holds so dear, he could really protect them?

What about right at the end of Jap BS&T?

When Jin rolls up to Namjoon’s petrol station where he works? Don’t you think that could be the point at which he travelled back in time. He’s alone in the car.

Jin even says, “it’s been a while” here. It’s been a while since they say each other. A while after the prologue, but just before INU. Rap Mon seems fairly happy here, not like how he was when he got mistreated in INU

Also, when Jin sees him, he doesn’t have his cigarette lollipop either, so he travels back to just before it all starts to go wrong, to go and save them.

Apparently Doctor Who is really popular is South Korea as well. Outside of Britain (where my UK ARMYs at?!) apparently South Korea holds the most views for the time travelling Doctor, so who knows?

What do you think? Did I miss something out? Let me know :D

- Widzz

Over the last week or so I have had a bunch of conversations with neurotypical people who want me to ‘challenge myself’ and ‘get out of my comfort zone’ but actually what they mean is ‘do things that require 10 times as much effort for your ADHD ass to get half the return’ and I am getting a little bit frustrated. Some of the stuff they want me to do is stuff I should do! Most of it is stuff I would very much like to do! None of it is stuff I have the executive function to actually do consistently or well!

When I try to explain why this is not going to be as easy as they are making it sound, I end up using language that is not clear in the ways I need it to be clear. Because when you say ‘that is going to be difficult for me because I do not have a normal person’s brain’ what they hear is ‘I need a pep talk about how there’s Nothing Wrong With Me and I Just Need To Try!’ which. thank you. but no.

So the metaphor I think I will be trying to use, going forward, is this: 

Imagine that people’s brains are vehicles. 

Most brains are cars. 

My brain is a Vespa. 

There is nothing wrong with having a Vespa! It is a perfectly nice vehicle to have! It is not inherently inferior or superior to other kinds of vehicles! In fact, it can get you to some places that cars can’t go, via routes that cars can’t take!

But. The world is mostly built with the assumption that people are going to be getting places by car. Some parts of it are designed for cars in ways that make it pretty hard to ride a Vespa down the same route. Most of the time, when we are taught to drive, we are given the car-driving instructions. So if you don’t have a car, there is a whole lot of trial and error involved in learning to operate your vehicle safely. 

And if you try to drive your Vespa like a car, you are going to get wrecked.

Why are You like this?

Hi friends! 

Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone. 

Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.

Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile. 

“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”

“Again?” Harry inquired quietly. 

“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.

Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. 
But I couldn’t let it show. 

“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”

With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did.
Harry was my everything. 
And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind. 

It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. 
What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. 
Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. 
How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?

“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me. 

My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”

Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week. 

“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.” 

“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.” 

When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.

Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”

“I’m sure he would,” I muttered. 


I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly. 

“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”

A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”

“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated. 

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”

My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut. 

“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.

“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”

With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.

“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”

“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”

Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination. 

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. 

I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”

My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?” 

Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?” 

And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. 
Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before.
There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.

From Harry, 7:20pm.
I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x

From Harry, 7:22pm. 
Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx

From Harry, 7:23pm. 
I heard your conversation with Kat. 

With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.

From Y/N, 7:30pm.
It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x

From Y/N, 7:33pm.
If you want we could meet up tomorrow?

Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.

From Harry, 7:34pm.
If that’s what you want.

It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. 
What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me.
My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache. 

My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks. 

“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?

“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly. 

I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath. 

“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”

“Harry, I really don’t think-”

“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier. 

The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. 
With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. 
Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot. 

“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper. 

“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room. 

I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. 
This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes.
I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms. 

“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”

“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head. 

Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them. 

“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.” 

He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. 
His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. 
I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm. 

“Harry,” I whispered into his skin. 

He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek. 

“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”

The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.

He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”

“I want to see you.” 

Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. 
Harry groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”

I hummed.

“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.

“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze. 

I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.

“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his. 

“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”

I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.

“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”

“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”

Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. 
His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness. 

“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes. 

He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”

“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”

Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture. 

Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x

The rest of my writing: 

Byun Baekhyun//Batter Up

Originally posted by 305heaux

Summary: Byun Baekhyun is the star player of your college’s baseball team - plenty of people have a crush on him, and of course you do too. But you have one thing they don’t have: a quiet friend who can’t pick up her damn phone and a head full of air.
Scenario: baseball!au, fluff
Word Count: 4,353

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becomethebooks  asked:

Hi Ms. Stiefvater! What's a quote that inspires you, keeps you going when you need strength? What's a quote that inspires your writing?

Dear becomethebooks,

When I am feeling particularly crushed by my writing, Lover walks into my office and puts my car keys on my desk in front of me.

An interstate often does wonders. When I’m stuck on words, more words aren’t usually what gets me unstuck. 



Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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Like it's Real (1/3) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I’ll be posting the second part soon, and maybe even a third part. Make sure to keep your eyes open for it. And thank you for all the notes I received on my last fic. I love you all!

You were having netflix marathon when suddenly your phone blared the spider-man theme, making you jump a little.

“Hi Tom,what’s up?“you cheerfuly answered.

Tom had insisted you to set it as your ringtone whenever he called. He could be such a child sometimes.

"I was wondering if you would do me favor? A huge one?” he asked, voice wavering a little.

“Well I guess it depends” you chuckled. “What do you have in mind?”

“Could we maybe meet in my apartment? It’s quite complicated to be discussed over a phone.”

“Um okaaay. See you in a bit.”

Ending the call, you quickly throw on a t-shirt and jeans before driving your car to Tom’s apartment.

You spent the whole ride wondering what would Tom need you for. You can’t help but feel a little nervous because of how weird he’s being.

You rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Tom’s usual bright smile.

“Y/N!” He greeted, pulling you in for a hug. “Thanks for coming even though it must be super weird,” he chuckled nervously.

Entering his apartment, you asked, “What is this all about?”

“C'mon, we’ll explain it to you,” he told you, ushering you into his livin room.

“We? What do you mean we?” you asked confused. That is when you turned around to see Zendaya and a man sitting on his couch.

“Y/N, meet Zendaya and my publicist. Everyone, this is Y/N,” Tom announced.

Zendaya stood up and engulfs you in a hug.

“So this is he famous Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you. Tom over there never stops talking about you,”

You threw a glance at him noticing a faint blush appear on his cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you too. You did a great job on the movie,” you smiled to her before stalking off to shake the publicist’s hand.

You took a seat next to Tom, still clueless to what is taking place.

“So, care to explain?”

From the corner of your eye,you saw Tom taking a calming breath before speaking.

“I’m sure you knew about all the dating rumors of me and Zendaya.” You nodded, urging him to continue.

“There’s been so many of it that it started to make us uncomfortable. Especially Zendaya,” Tom explained before glancing at Zendaya for help.

“You see,” she began, “I’m actually dating someone else right now. It’s been a while now but we’re not ready to go public yet. We still want our privacy,”

Sitting quietly, you let the informations sink in.

“What does any of that have to do with me?” You questioned, clearly confused.

“Well, we’ve been discussing it for a while now, and we think having Tom fake-dating someone would be best,” informed the publicist.

“And we’re sure that no one can fit the role better than you Miss Y/N. With the dating rumours of you and Tom-”

“What?! There are dating rumours about us?” You exclaimed, looking at Tom with wide eyes.

Scratching thr back of his neck, Tom muttered, “There are only a few here and there. ”

“With all that, we figured it would be much easier,” continued thhe publicist. “After all, it’s not uncommon to find a pair of best friends turn into lovers.”

You were left speechless.

“You can sign here if you agree,” the publicist said, sliding a contract in front of you.

From a cheeky 12 year old to an adult. You’ve always seen Tom in no other than a platonic light. And besides, this is to help Tom, yo’re best friend. You should always help a friend in need.

“I understand if you don’t want to,” Tom mutttered, looking at his feet. “I know this is a hug thing to as-”

“I’ll do it,” you smiled, cutting him off. “I’ll sign the contract.”

Picking up the pen, you scrawled your signature at the bottom of the contract. You lifted your head to see Tom grnning widely at you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you Y/N! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He beamed.

“You’re welcome Tom,” you chuckled into his shoulder.

Zendaya’s hug came next. “ Thank you so much Y/N. I owe you big time.”

“We should start immediately. I think tomorrow would be great!” The publicist said, springing to work.

“Are you free tomorrow Miss Y/N? You guys could go on a date and let the paparazzi take a few shots.”

“Sure, I’m free the whole summer,” you assured him.

You’re both excited and nervous for tomorrow but again, what could possibly go wrong?

anonymous asked:

KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Le me is ded!!! I wish you would continue the other anon wish about batfam appreciating damian when he thinks they don't!! Omg that hurt so good <3

Thank you, darling! Here’s Jason! I think I’ll add more as they come, I got a few requests that fit nicely with the first one. We’ll call this series “5+ times Damian wandered down to the cave and a member of his family just randomly and indirectly told him that they loved him” or, you know, something shorter along that line.

It’s one of those night where sleep simply isn’t a viable option for him, so Damian wanders down to the cave to find something to work on. An old case, a new weapon, maybe just training. As long as it keeps him busy, it doesn’t matter.

He spots Jason laying on the ground of the car workshop almost immediately, and decides to ignore him out of the goodness of his heart, even if they both know that he has no right to be here. Todd, ill-mannered as ever, doesn’t return him the favor.

The moment he hears him stepping in, Jason resurfaces from under the car he’s currently fixing and whistles to call him. Whistles. Like Damian were a dog. 

“Hey brat, c’mere.”


“What do you mean no?”

Damian glares, Jason raises an eyebrow. They both exhibit an impressive pair of bags under their eyes, but neither of them is in the position to comment on that.

“It means that I didn’t forgot about the time you dared to put those filthy hands of yours on me, Todd.”

“Jeez, kid”, Jason scoffs, sitting up to look at him. “It was only a wedgie. You make it sound like I beated you or something.”

“Tt. You would never be able to beat me.”

“I would never beat you, period”, Jason retorts harshly, and perhaps too quickly.

Damian opens his mouth to reply that what Jason would or would not do is of little consequence to him, but Jason’s face scrunches up in a funny way while the man anticipates him.

“You know that, right?”, Jason urges him all of sudden. “You know that I would never- I mean, yes, we didn’t have the best start, what with me shooting you and all, but things are… different now, right? You’re my- I wouldn’t-”

His voice wavers, then fades, and Damian honestly doesn’t know what to do with those half-sentences.

“Tt”, he answers then, looking at his feet.

Jason runs a hand over his face and looks away from him. He looks even weirder now, sitting on the floor cave, covered in grease, his whole body hardened by a mix of anger and sadness and other things Damian doesn’t care to identify.

“What did you want from me?”, he asks anyway, just to break the silence. But Jason sighs and shakes his head, lying down again to return to his work.

“Nevermind, kid.”

Damian marches towards him and his stomping feet create an echo through the whole cave.

“Tell me”, he orders.

Jason sighs again.

“The car”, he answers. “Dick says that you’re quite good with ‘em.”

“Of course I am.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed to him that Jason doesn’t ask directly for his help. Damian kneels down anyway and, squeezing and wriggling, lays down next to him under the car.

He lets Jason begin to explain the problem to him even if he has already a good idea of what it is after one look at the transmission system, and only reaches out for a wrench when Jason’s finished. He guesses that he can humor both Jason and himself for tonight. After all, it’s not like he has better things to do.

Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence “I wish you would write a fic where… (REQUESTS CLOSED, SORRY!)

you’re a fucking tease - two

Request: Hi i know you’ve literally just done a tease imagine but I was kinda hoping you could do one where the reader pisses Tom off somehow and he starts getting all dark and unexpected to get back at her and then acts as if nothing happened. Btw I love all your stories and you’re so talented xxx + part two requested by a few readers, of this small smut fic! :-)

Warnings: this was highly requested hgjkfdhjk. everything is innocent until the ‘read more’ cut, so if you’re not into smut, feel free not to read :)

part one

“Darling, can we please leave?” Tom whined in my ear, causing me to roll my eyes again. I ignored him, again, going back to the conversation I was having. Tom, not-so-subtly, sighed heavily, dropping his head on my shoulder and whined – like a child. “Baby,” the pet name was muffled by the material of my long sleeve dress. I flashed a strained smile toward the couple I was talking to before grabbing Tom’s hand and leading him away from the crowd, toward an empty corner. “Finally!”

“We’re not going anywhere!” I exclaimed, in a hushed but hard tone. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re being an ass, Tom! Your friends invited you, you wanted to come, so we’re going to fucking stay until they serve dinner.” I crossed my arms over my chest, smiling and waving at a few of our friends as they walked past us.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” I looked back at Tom, an aggravated look on his face. I sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. He backed away from me, swatting my hand away lightly.

“Don’t be a baby, baby.” I tried to joke, but his hard stare on me only intensified. “Tom,” he ignored me, like I had earlier, brushing past me as he made his way toward where Harrison was. I closed my mouth, not realizing it had fallen slightly when Tom walked away from me. I rolled my shoulders back and counted to three in my head. Tom was so fucking annoying.

I wait for Tom in the car, letting him say goodbye to his friends and telling Haz he’d see him at home. “Are you done acting like a child?” I reached for his hand as soon as he placed it in the center console. Like earlier, he flinched away from me, placing both hands on the wheel. “Oh, my god,” I complained, resting my arm against the passenger door and resting my cheek on it. “You’re so annoying.”

I’m annoying?” He countered, looking at me briefly with wide eyes. “You’re annoying! I wanted to leave that party to be alone with you and you just fucking ignored me.”

“I didn’t even want to go to the damn party in the first place!” I rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself. “Just leave me alone – shut up, Tom.”


“I said shut up and leave me alone! Don’t talk to me for the rest of the ride home.” I didn’t hear a response back – no groan, no whine, no scoff – I turned and saw his eyes set on the road, his jaw clenching as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. I smirked, loving the fact that I was getting to him the way he got to me. I turned to look at the window again, sighing deeply. It was silent for a few minutes and my eyes were slipping closed as I grew comfortable in the car seat. My head shot up, feeling Tom’s hand on my lap. I turned to look at him again and his eyes were still focused on the road. I furrowed my eyebrows but shrugged it off, maybe he just felt guilty from earlier.

I looked out the window again, not letting Tom off that easy as I continued to ignore him. My eyes were almost shut again, not even noticing Tom’s hand had moved until I felt the heat of his palm against my inner thigh. On instinct, my left hand shot down to grab his wrist. “Tom? What do you think you’re doing?” He didn’t say anything, only continuing to massage my inner thigh while he kept one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes trained intently on the road. I released his wrist but kept my eye on him for a few seconds. I looked away and leaned forward, reaching to turn the radio on. Versace On the Floor filled the car, a smile meeting my face. I sat back and leaned my chair back so I was laying down slightly.

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the delivery - dad!tom holland

summary: while in atlanta for shooting, y/n is heavily pregnant with tom’s baby. pretty easy to guess what happens next.

notes: gif not mine this is totally inspired by the office lmao. i’m thinking of making dad!tom a series?? so let me know if you want to see that????

It was a warm day. Tom and Harrison were in tank tops, lounging on the balcony, and Harry was in the pool. You were at the picnic table, a hand resting on your swollen abdomen, shades across your eyes.

“Watch this!” Harry flipped into the pool, sending up a huge splash.

“Boooo!” Tom called down to his brother. 

“Two out of ten, not my spider-man!” Harrison added to the mocking. Harry shook his wet locks out of his eyes, sending two middle fingers upwards towards the balcony. You chuckled lightly.

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Yeah idk either

I feel like Gansey is the type of boyfriend to have Blue’s face printed everywhere. Like on his phone case, on a throw pillow, on a matching blanket, he even has a framed portrait of her face. And every time the gangsey see these they gag at how cheesy he is, but blue loves it.

I think Ronan is the type of boyfriend to be told once by Adam that he wants something, like maybe a dog or something, and then three months later they have a dog and Adam had forgotten he said that.

I think Blue is the type of girlfriend to get Gansey anywhere between the most meaningful gifts, and the biggest fuckin joke of a gift she can find. Like one day she gets him something sweet with emotional value, and the next she gets him like car seat covers with just her left nostril printed on it.

Adam, Adam is the boyfriend who can give exactly what Ronan needs without being told. Ronan needs a quiet night to relax? Adam gets a movie and popcorn read, or a blanket and a picnick to watch the stars. He also knows when Ronan has spent too long cooped up at the barns and will force him to go for hikes.

I have no idea where this was going, i originally was going to stop at Gansey.