this started as one thing and came out another

Have I mentioned that my favourite thing is Adam Parrish being bisexual af?

Just casually describing people as heart attacks like you do

Dude this is not subtle
you are a mess

and the world is born anew.

A/N: So basically I was writing a whole thing about this headcanon (started it shortly before i even posted the headcanon) but then @sasusake also had to grow inspired and write her own little thing about it and it was so PERFECT that I couldn’t write that part over. I wanted to just write my own little thing to relate to her own. AND HERE WE ARE. So the first scene is entirely me, but that second one is entirely @sasusake. :’) HAPPY HOLIDAYs GUYS.

Rated K.

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It wasn’t something he ever thought he would care about.

New Years. The time of cheer and celebration, of well-wishes and new starts, where families long grown apart came together to love and cherish one another in the spirit of a new beginning.

A time that did not belong to a teenage, orphaned boy brimming with rage, consumed by the darkness of his past and set out on the path of revenge.

Sasuke had never cared about the holidays. Even when Team Seven had made themselves a second family, for the brief moment he’d allowed them to be, the time of New Years had never quite brought him any meaning. They’d only reminded him of a past he could never have again, one that always had his throat tightening up: his mother’s gentle smile flashing through Sakura’s soft, sun-bright grin as she handed him his end-of-year present, Itachi’s kind chuckle resonating within Naruto’s bright laughter as he stuck their homemade shimekazari to the entrance of their sensei’s household, the touch of his father’s hand fused with Kakashi’s as he ruffled his hair while they watched the first sunrise of a new period.

This was the first year since the massacre of his clan where the season had ever brought him a sense of peace.

Oof,” Sakura exclaimed, as she moved to sit at his side. Her hand cupped the positively gorgeous swell of her belly, and she smiled, rubbing softly. “She sure is getting heavier to carry these days,” she said, throwing him a teasing glance.

The sight of those crinkling eyes almost had him smiling, too. The pregnancy really made her glow, today, he couldn’t help but to think. His wife was so beautiful like this.

“You all right?” he asked, shifting his lone hand over her own to cradle the weight of their child. He felt his eyes soften as his wife giggled and leaned against his bad shoulder, the prettiest grin to her lips.

“Oh, I’m perfect. Everything’s absolutely perfect.”

His mouth tugged at the corner a little, thumb caressing the skin of her hand. Chest warm, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Hm. Good,” he murmured, contented with himself.

(this was the life he never imagined he could have, filled with so much bliss and hope and love—something that seemed so unattainable, once.)

Thin fingers reached to intertwine with his own, still pressing lovingly to her rounded stomach, and he sighed, long and quiet. His eyes slipped closed with the serenity of the moment.

“It’s almost midnight,” Sakura murmured, then, her smile transparent in her voice. He let his eyes flutter open once more just to see it. “The fireworks will start soon, won’t they? Maybe we should start heading out there.”

Humming, Sasuke merely nodded, before letting his gaze fall to her ankles, observing how puffy they were. “Can you walk there by yourself?” he asked, honest in his query. After all, they had walked quite the distance today.

His wife, however, seemed quite surprised instead, brows shooting up high. Then, as she noticed where his eyes were set, she burst into laughter. “I’m fine, I swear! Anata, if you worry about me now, I wonder how intolerable you’ll be when we’ll be trying to last for the first sunrise.”

Sasuke made a small huff in response, lips quirking lightly again, before moving his hand swiftly to tap two fingers to her forehead. “Just trying to make sure my wife is comfortable, that’s all,” he said, his tone bordering on playful.

Sakura only smiled wider at that, green eyes gleaming so devotedly at him. It made his heart skip a beat, sometimes, when he saw how deeply this woman really loved him.

(—and how happy he made her.)

“Come on,” he mumbled, letting his fingers fall away softly. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned to face her once more, and extended a hand. “Let’s get going.”

Shaking her head at him, his wife simply grinned and accepted his offered help, allowing him pull her safely to her feet as she cupped the swell of her stomach and patted it gently, breathing out another soft exclamation at the weight. Sasuke found himself smiling faintly at the sight, reaching for the thick blanket he’d kept near the makeshift bench for precisely this moment, throwing it over his bad shoulder as he touched his hand to Sakura’s back and started their trek towards the sloped hill overlooking the small village.

“Hey, Sasuke-kun,” his wife called as they finally settled on the grass, wrapped in a wholesome warmth and watching the town scintillating with life.

“Hm?”

“When the fireworks are done,” she started, smiling softly—but never looking away from the gleaming lights, “we’ll be heading out to that temple we saw coming in, right? To offer our prayers and wishes for the new year?”

His features softened. He moved to press his lips to her hair lingeringly. “If you’re not too tired…” he murmured.

She turned at him then, and smiled near blindingly, her green, green eyes a thousand times more lovely than the twinkling view below them.

(gods, he hoped their child would end up with eyes as beautiful as hers.)

“Of course I’m not too tired. We took a nap this afternoon just to keep up with the tradition like everyone else, remember?”

“Right,” he said, smiling faintly once more. “We’ll head there after the fireworks, then.”

As if on cue, the sound of one taking off tore through the air, capturing their attentions; with wonderment, their gazes shifted towards the dark sky, catching the path of a shimmering trail, before it disappeared for a split moment and exploded in glittery embers, making Sakura gasp. She leaned against him in her delight, one hand drifting lovingly over her pregnant belly, while the other sought out his own. Sasuke couldn’t help but to sigh at this, lacing their fingers together as the show of colorful sparkling bursts continued, commemorating the start of something new.

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The sunrise slowly greets them, in beautiful shades of orange and pink that spill across the sky, awakening the world to a new year. What residual warmth it lends to the chilly air reminds Sasuke that, in just a few months, he’ll get to feel the breath of his child for the first time. This year, his clan will begin anew. He wonders, fondly, if the child’s hair will be as pink as its mother’s; as pink as the light that breaks through the scattered white clouds; as pink as the lips smiling sweetly at him.

“What are you thinking about, Sasuke-kun?”

He looks down at her belly, visible just beneath her cloak, and imagines their child to be warm and safe – and happy? He hopes so. Sakura makes him feel happy, and warm, and safe.

(She keeps him safe from his demons. Safe from himself.)

“I’m grateful,” he says. He rests his hand on her belly and watches her eyes wrinkle with joy and her cheeks blossom. She glows – more than the rising sun, more than the bursting sky, she glows with life – and he counts his blessings one by one; the image forever branded into his memory.

“Hmm… You’re taking a picture.” Sakura holds one hand up to his face, runs it across his chin. Her thumb traces the edge of his lips just as he leans in for a kiss, two smiles becoming one. Their child flutters against his palm; flutters inside his chest, inside his very soul, this product of their love and ode to his salvation.

He promises, before the sun and the mountains and the temples, before the sky and the trees and the clouds; he promises he’ll always protect them, and cherish the feelings connected in their hearts.

anyone who knows me, knows that I usually listen to videos while I do other things.  This game though, this game….I’ve waited for it for so long.  For the art.  I cried so many times watching this video (and I am NOT a person that cries easily).  I’ve watched it twice now.  I love the art.  I love how much soul they put into this character.  I started one piece over the weekend and drew this during the second time I watched.  

NO ONE spoil how this game plays out

For the first time in a very, very long time, I find myself without the funds to do the things that I wish to do.  It is a strange and humbling circumstance.  I had so looked forward to buying a new Playstation when this game came out.  That will have to wait for another time.  In the meantime though, I can watch and draw and enjoy.

So be prepared for fanart of this game.

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anon said: #15. “Loud, so everyone can hear”
rexsoka (I love the thought of them knowing Anakin’s attempt at a secret relationship didn’t work, but they tried it anyway)


It started subtly after the rebels brought Rex back to the fleet with them. Questioning glances bounced between the whole crew over the clone war veterans’ heads. Those glances eventually became pointedly directed at Rex and Ahsoka, who remained intentionally oblivious. Vague questions went unanswered, but finally, the Ghost crew came out and asked: are you two a thing?

“We’re just old friends,” Ahsoka assured them. Even when she and Rex shared each other’s caf in the mess hall or sat leaning against one another, exchanging adventures from the years they’d been separated.

“We’re just war buddies,” Rex told them. Even when their hands were very comfortable touching one another during hushed conversations, or Rex playfully spanked her in the corridors when he thought no one else was around.

“There’s nothing going on,” Ahsoka promised. Even when she teased Rex for hogging the bed when she thought no one was listening.

“We just like to talk, s’all,” said Rex. Even when dark spots started appearing on his neck that he claimed no knowledge of before immediately changing the subject.

“Who has time for a relationship, anyway?” Ahsoka asked. Even when her fleet cabin was shared by Rex and she wouldn’t answer her comlink for anything short of an emergency once she retired for the night cycle.

“We’ve both got more important things on our minds,” Rex said. Even when he threatened Chopper with a memory wipe for claiming to have rolled in on them in an intimately compromising position.

“This isn’t even an issue,” Ahsoka decided, standing with Rex’s hand casually resting on her lower back.

“None whatsoever,” Rex agreed.

By the time Ahsoka briefed the mission to Malachor, the Ghost crew had just accepted that Rex and Ahsoka were together. Rex’s “I love you” not even hid in a whisper as they parted—on the bridge, with everyone assembled—didn’t even warrant a double take from Ezra, who was usually the last to sense these things.

Ahsoka folded into Rex’s hug, and her whispered response was only for him.

Dani and Damian

Imagine if when batman adopts Danny he also adopts Dani after hearing where she came from. The other batkids are all like hey cool another little sister we needed one of those to make things more equal after phantom showed up anyway but when they here about her creation in a lab they start joking about her really being the baby sister and Damian not so subtly being excited for not being the youngest anymore so he try’s to spend more time with just for the shear fact that yes he isn’t the baby anymore. But of course Tim ruins it by pointing out even if he isn’t the youngest anymore because Danny is older than him he didn’t really move of the ladder of who’s oldest. The reaction to which Jason and Steph find even more hilarious when they realize even if Dani is the youngest she’s an inch taller than Damian.

millipop  asked:

alt pov request for 'mutual' , if you so desire

Original fic here, alt-POV here!


Not to brag, but Bellamy’s pretty good with celebrities.

He grew up in Los Angeles and started working shitty retail jobs basically as soon as he was legally able to do so, which means that he started encountering beautiful, famous people pretty early on. He’s not immune to the occasional bout of hero-worship–one time Harrison Ford came into a restaurant he was working out and he had to go out back to have a private freak-out–but for the most part, it doesn’t faze him. At best, he gets a kind of fun story, and at worst, he finds a person whose work he enjoyed is actually a dick. But mostly, it’s just another thing. He’s used to it. Not a big deal at all.

But, seriously, he likes Clarke Griffin. Not on any deep personal level, but she’s gorgeous, and currently starring in his favorite show, and she talks a lot about bisexuality and representation and seems generally pretty cool, whenever he encounters her in interviews or gifsets. As a person, she seems more serious than her character in Goredd, always self-conscious about how she comes across, but–it’s kind of endearing, honestly.

And, again. She’s really gorgeous.

He’s sad. It’s fine. He’s leaning into it.

All of which means that Clarke Griffin wandering into his store one rainy afternoon is kind of a crisis, but not nearly as much of one as it could be. Because, again, he’s good with celebrities. Even his current celebrity crush. Even his current celebrity crush who is wet and kind of scowling and–wow, she’s cute in person. In addition to beautiful and–yeah.

Stay on track, Blake.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for a lesbian who is questioning that they may actually be bisexual but have already come out to people as a lesbian?

aa hugs u ano. if i were u id also wanna talk to another lesbian abt this! like compulsory heterosexual thoughts are a thing.

figuring out ur sexuality is hard due to many ,many reasons that arent ur fault at all, its ok if u get things mixed or just change!

i also identified as a lesbian when i was a teen n i came out as one too. i never even thought abt being bi before that but then during the years to come it started to nag me n i slowly accepted that im bi after all. not in a oh wow sigh i guess im bi but in a happy way? like when it did when i thought i was lesbian. its supposed to feel good when u realize who u are & accept urself. 

i never hit anyone up like yo remember when i came out well i misunderstood myself heres what i actually am - tho  this would be ok too ofc!! but cant guarantee everyone, esp straight ppl would understand it n would prolly be disrespectful. i kinda just. dropped hints n if i met any new ppl n they asked, i said i was bi n eventually my close ones asked abt it too n i confirmed it.

even if u find that u are attracted to ppl who are not women / women aligned, esp if its men, u dont have to act on it n label urself as bi bcuz of that. like if u still want to only be w women / women aligned, u are a lesbian. u dont have to be pressured into ~not allowed to be a lesbian anymore~

u can just try out identifying as bi n see how it feels! like read bi posts (ie i have a tag #bi blogging), see if u are comfortable w being attracted to all genders, talk to bi ppl, if seeing urself as bi feels right then continue with it! 

if u wanna talk more to me personally, u can come off anon n dm me or whatever<3

hope i was able to help!! i wish u well ano

Saint Baints (Harry Styles x Reader)

A year, that was for how long Harry and I had been together. But as always good things never last for me, little fights turned into massive screaming bits, sleeping in different beds, going days without talking to one another. Those were the worst parts of fighting. After a while the final day came, the day we fought and instead of him yelling it turned into him being completely calm as he sat down and told me the words I feared the most in the world. “We should break up” It had felt like someone ripped my heart out and broke it in pieces. I was too shocked and hurt to fight, to say no, to plead to try and work things out that all I said was a simple “Okay” and started packing all my things before heading to a friends where I now live.

It took two months for us to actually talk again. Noting that before we started dating we had been best friends. So we went from ex’s to friends, to good friends and within a period of a year back to best friends once more. It was great, having my Harry back but not actually him being mine. We laughed about the things we had fought about after realizing they were completely stupid things. Now after two years I had been invited to join Harry and his family for the holidays at Saint Baints. Of course I was excited specially knowing he wouldn’t have to go at the last minute because of some gig or something in the lines of that. Also being able to see his family again was great, but there was just one little detail. Kendall. Before I got there they had already been there for a few days so when the photos of Harry and Kendall wrapped around each other with too much PDA for my liking surfaced the web I felt my heart sink once again.

It’s pitiful how even after two years I still love him, so much and so deeply that just reading this was like a slap to the face. Guess I’ll just have to suck it up and try to enjoy the holidays.

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Getting here was not so easy but totally worth it. This place is amazingly beautiful. As I walked into the hotel I gasped seen as even the hotel was beautiful. After check in I walked to the house the Styles where staying at, yes you heard me this hotel is by houses not rooms. After opening the front door with my key I yelled a simple “Hello?” To see if anyone was here after closing the door and setting my suitcase down.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” I said as I start walking around

“Boo!!” Said someone coming to view making me scream

Gemma

“Oh My Lord, Gemma. Don’t do that ever again” I said laughing while we hugging hello

“Hah sorry I just felt too tempted not to” She shrugged pulling away

After talking for a bit she told me which room was mine and helped me get settled in. We went to the balcony watching the crystal clear water in front of us just relaxing for a bit.

“So.. Have you seen the pictures?” Gemma asked after a while

She was the only one who knew about my feelings for Harry. I sigh before replying.

“I would love to say no but yeah..” I said looking over at her “Have you seen them.. You know..” I said not wanting to say the word kiss out loud

“Yeah..” She said understanding what I meant “It’s disgusting. I mean not even when you two were together did you show so much PDA” She said trying to lighten the mood

“You know that’s never been my thing” I told her smiling a bit

We kept talking until Anne and Harry came back from wherever they where. After greeting them we decided to go out later for dinner. Nothing fancy or anything. I went to my room and put on a lilac dress that went just above my knees. Putting on white flats I grabbed my purse and headed out the room to come across Harry.

“Hey (Y/N)” He said looking me up and down making me blush “Nice dress” He said a little sarcastic making me frown

“Excuse me?” I said a little offended

He walked closer to me, leaning down till he was next to my ear “I bought you that dress love” He whispered making me shiver

He chuckled knowing my body a little too well for my liking and straighten before saying “Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s go” I said walking past him ignoring his stretch arm for me to take. The car ride to the restaurant was more than tensed. Me avoiding Harry every time he tried to talk to me. Once we got there and inside I felt like punching Harry for whom was sitting in our table waiting for us.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind me being early.” Said Kendall getting up and greeting everyone but me

“Oh you must be (Y/N).” She said with an obvious fake smile on her stupidly perfect face

One thing that had hurt more the first time I heard Harry and Kendall were dating a few months back was that I felt like shit for it. I mean if you would put someone to pick between me and Kendall they would pick her a million times more before even considering picking me. She is super tall something I am not even close to since I barely get to Harry’s chest on flats, skinny which all though I do like my body I feel like hers is just more toned and nicer by a long shot, plus she is like super rich. Me being a YouTuber I do make good enough money but don’t have even half the amount of money she does. There are just so many things better about her that make me feel like shit knowing I could never compare nor compete with someone like her when it comes to Harry’s love.

As dinner started Harry and Kendall sat together, right in front of me much to my dismay. I watched as Harry would get close to her, whispering something into her ear making her giggle as I felt a knife being slowly buried into my heart as I remember that was us a long time ago. Gemma tried to talk to me and help me ignore them but I just couldn’t ignore them. Finally after 20 minutes of them being like that the worst happened. I saw Kendall turn Harry’s face just a bit as he was already looking at her and lean in kissing him. Right there I knew that if I stayed everyone would see me cry and I didn’t want that.

“Um.. I’m gonna go. I’m not feeling very well, sorry” I said getting up and heading out the door as I felt the tears starting to burn my eyes

Calling a car I waited until I head a too familiar voice call out my name. I whipped the tears that had fallen but it was to no use because they just kept coming. I didn’t turn around not wanting him to see me cry but as the guy he is he turned me around making me see him.

“(Y/N)..” He said once he say my tears “What’s wrong” Are you okay?“ He asked concern

"Yeah” I said faking a little laugh “I just don’t feel very well. Maybe ate a little to much before getting here.” I said looking away from him

“You’re lying” He stated simply knowing me a little too well again

“I’m fine Harry don’t worry about it” I said turning around “Wouldn’t want to ruin your little date” I said under my breath but for my luck he heard

“What?” He asked coming around to know be in front of me

“Nothing” I said looking around to see if my car was here yet

“No, tell me. Why did you say that” He pushed

“For nothing okay?” I said annoyed “Why don’t you just go back to your little girlfriend and make out with her some more? Seems like you enjoy doing that a lot lately” I sigh of relief left my mouth once I saw the car coming my way

“You.. You’re..” He said trying to connect the dots

“Yeah Harry. I’m jealous, beyond that if its even possible. Lord you don’t understand do you? I love you, I’ve never stopped loving. And it breaks my heart to see you with Kendall knowing she is a hundred times better for you than I ever was.” I said as tears went down my face looking up at him

“(Y/N).. I-” He started but I cut him off walking pass him

“Don’t Harry. And don’t worry about any awkward tension around because I promise you I’ll be out of the house by morning.” I said as I opened the car door “I should’ve never came here” I said before getting in the car and closing the door.

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As I put all of my things back into my suitcase crying like crazy while I did I couldn’t help but look down at what I was wearing remembering the day I got it. It had been me birthday and I didn’t really feel like celebrating so I spent it all day inside with Harry watching movies and eating junk food. At around 7 pm Harry got off the couch and headed up the stairs telling I had to close my eyes. After a little bit Harry came back and sat next to me telling me to open my eyes. I looked down to to see he had a gift on his hands.

“Harry, you didn’t have to” I said as he handed it to me

“I know but.. I just say this the other day and thought of you” He shrugged smiling at me

I opened it to pull out a beautiful lilac dress.

“Oh Harry. It’s beautiful. Thank you” I said as I kissed him

I tried taking off the dress right away but the stupid zipper got stuck not letting me take it off.

“Stupid dress, stupid memories, stupid Harry. Lord! Why do I have to still love him? Why couldn’t I just stopped him when he told me we should break up?” Started to say as I sat down on the bed pulling my knees up to my chest “Why can’t I just be good enough for him” I asked myself as I cried even more

I stopped once I heard the door to the house open then close. Not giving it much attention as I guessed it was probably Anne and Gemma coming back from dinner I laid down facing the big window as I could perfectly see the ocean out side. Little sobs escaped my lips as once again memories of being with Harry came flooding into me head making me cry harder. What stopped me was my door opening all of a sudden. I jumped and looked to the door, finding Harry standing there.

“Ha-Harry” I chocked out “What are you doing here?” I said in a very low voice

“How can you do that?” He said ignoring my question “How can you just say something like that and just walk away like it was nothing?” He said getting closer to the bed making me move closer to him until I was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him “You.. You didn’t even let me say anything” He said finally looking down at me

“There is nothing to say.” I shrugged looking down at my hands 

“Yes, there is.” He said pulling my chin up so I was looking up at him “(Y/N).. I love you”

“But- But Kendall..”

“Kendall was just a distraction. I thought that maybe if I was with someone else I would start to move on from you.” He moved and sat next to me “But seeing you in this dress.. It reminded me of everything we’ve been through and everything I want us to be in the future”

He put one of his hands that were holding mine on my cheek and started leaning closer, I could lightly feel his lips on mine sending shivers down my spine only wanting them fully on mine. Not being able to take it any longer I put my hands on the back of his neck and closed the small space between us feeling like I was on fire. He hugged my waist pulling me closer, out lips molding together like perfect puzzle pieces.

“I love you so so much” He mumbled into the kiss making me smile

“I love you too, so much” I said as we pulled away looking at each other

Being this close to one another, we just smiled. There was no need for words because in that moment I knew my Harry was mine once more and this time I wasn’t letting him go.

Please

Pairing: Felix x Reader


Reader Gender: neutral


Prompt: “This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.”


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Arsehole.

Dickhead.

Imbecile.

Narcissist.

With every vile thought, you threw something at your wall. Trying to let out your rage. You were about to grab another lamp but soon realised that that wasn’t a good idea, you didn’t exactly want to buy a new one and so far you had smashed $250 worth of things. You put the lamp back down and kicked the wall before sitting down on your lounge.

You were just so mad, ever since that Shark Boy came around he had been ignoring you, giving your jobs to him, treating you as though you can’t do anything for shit, making you stay behind and hang around with the Blues. He was treating you as though you were lesser than him, Locus and Fish Sticks.

Felix used to be so great around you, yes. He was an arsehole, granted. But, he was your arsehole, very cliché yes, but he was more jokey around you and seemed to be closer to what his truer self was. You even knew that he used to be a complete theatre nerd, which didn’t surprise you because he was a complete drama queen. But evened since Fish with Legs came he seemed distant and would urge you to not do anything to do with mission and let him go with the others without you. And tonight, he finally crossed the line when he wouldn’t even let you can around with him in public, so, you left,without a word. You didn’t tell him why you were leaving when he asked you, and you you didn’t look back when he called your name. As far as you knew, you were done.

You heard a knock on your door and rolled your eyes, “Whoever it is you get bugger off, not in the mood.” You called out.

They knocked again.

“I said: go away!”

Knock knock knock

You stormed to the door, “For Gods sake do you not know the meaning of piss off!?” You swung the door open to see Felix standing there with a square box with a single rose on top.

“Oh, it’s you,” you said unimpressed leaning on your door frame, your screen door was still shut so it created a barrier between the two of you, “What’d you want.”

He took a breath before speaking and holding out the box, “This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.”

You raised an eyebrow looking at him in a are-you-kidding-me way.

“Please,” he added, a tiny hint of desperation then added jokingly, “C'mon, you know I’m a theatre kid, I will start crying.”

You smiled slightly before you unlocked the screen door and letting him in and he walked in. As soon as you had closed both doors and locking them (hey come on, you were a mercenary but you weren’t going to kill any random who broke into your house). When you turned around to speak to him you were immediately embraced by his arms. He hugged you tightly, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “I’m didn’t mean it.”

You pushed yourself out of his arms, “Oh yeah, that’s why you’ve been treating me like shit.”

“It’s not like that,” he said.

“Then what is it, Felix?” You said crossing your arms waiting for his answer.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t like this Shark guy, it’s bad enough we have to put up with the councillor guy, and you know my policy.”

“Never trust anyone,” you nodded.

“And I just think that he’s going to pull that stupid cliché crap, and …”

“Yes?” You urged.

“I’ve noticed the way he’s been looking at you and when I see it it makes me… I don’t know, I don’t like it.”

“You’re jealous?” You raised an eyebrow.

“… maybe,” he quickly changed the subject, “So, you wanna eat pizza?”

You smiled and nodded leading him to the lounge and sat him down, he looked around the destructed room and looked at you questionably, “What happened here?”

“Anger management.” You said simply taking a slice of pizza.

“Aww honey, you did that because of me?” He teased.

“Shut your face,” you smiled, nudging him.

“You love me,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss your cheek and you turned your head to kiss his lips.

“Told you so,” he smirked, “Maybe I should keep you around, just so fish boy knows your mine.”

You leaned against him resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You smiled slightly to yourself knowing that Felix was scared of losing you and havering you be used against him. Maybe he did care, just in his own, Felix kind of way.

talking to the moon | part three

part one / part two 

ashton + reader
word count: 844

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summary: you’re pregnant with ashton’s baby but he doesn’t want it

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“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, afraid of what his answer might be.

“Not long..” I let out a small sigh of relief. “..just since you started talking.”

“Oh.” My face burned as I remembered some things I’d said. I glanced up at him briefly before averting my eyes back to my hands in front of me. 

Was he disgusted at out much thought I’d put into this? Or did he find it funny how I thought we would last that long?

Another pair of hands came into my line of sight and took mine in them.

Snapping my gaze back up to the person controlling the hands, I was shocked to see a single tear slide down Ashton’s cheek.

“Why are you crying?” I asked, slipping one of my hands out of his to wipe it away.

“Why are you?” He asked and I reached up to my own cheek, realising that my face was still wet with tears.

“I-I’m not.”

He let out a small laugh. “Yeah? Neither am I.”

I smiled a little, looking down at my other hand, still in his. I studied the way his big hand gripped my smaller one. I relished in the safe feeling it gave me. 

“I heard everything you said..” He broke the silence between us. I could feel his eyes on the top of my head.

“I know.” I told him.

“I’m sorry too.” He said, his words confusing me, making me look up at him.

“I’m sorry I said I couldn’t have a child. I didn’t even think about how hard it must be for you. You’re the one pregnant, you’re the one who has to go through nine months and then who-knows-how-long taking care of this child.” He brought his free hand up to stroke my cheek as he said this. 

His fingers on my skin sent chills down my spine and made goosebumps appear on my skin. But in a good way. I shook off the feeling I knew I would miss.

“But that’s the thing, Ash. I’m the one who’s pregnant, not you.” I told him, not wanting him to beat himself up over this.

“That wasn’t your fault, I played an equal part in making you pregnant. I should be playing an equal part in raising this child too.”

His words made a little bubble of hope grow inside of me, but I popped it before it could get too big.

“I am not letting you throw your whole life away for this, Ashton. I won’t allow it.” I said firmly.

“I’m not saying I’m quitting the band or anything. I’m just going to have to figure out a way to do both. Be there for the band, and you, and our baby.”

The bubble of hope started to grow within me again, filling my body with intense warmth.. until I popped it. Again.

“But what if you can’t do it? What happens when you don’t have time for me anymore because of the band? As much as I would love for you to be with me, I just don’t think it’ll turn out well.” I tried reasoning with him.

“Too bad you don’t have a choice, right?” He flashed me a cheeky grin, squeezing my hand gently.

I wanted more than anything to smile back at him and let us continue with our happier lives, but I couldn’t help think of how things could very well spiral into a huge mess that ended up even worse than if Ashton left. 

I was so into my thoughts I didn’t hear him sigh after watching me have a conflict with myself in my head.

“I know what you’re thinking,” He snapped me out of my thoughts by lifting both his hands to grip the sides of my face so I was looking right at him. 

His eyes bore into me, making me wish I could take a picture of them so I would be able to look at them whenever I wanted to.

“I know you think this might end badly, but you’re just going to have to trust me on this. If things go bad, we fix it, right? Hearing everything you said about the things we’d be able to experience with this little bun in the oven right here,” He placed one hand on my stomach. “I want to be able to do all that and more with you.” 

I put my hand over his on my stomach, loving the warmth his hand was giving me.

“Are you sure? A hundred percent positive about doing this with me? Because I’d rather you leave now than up and leave me when I need you most.” I needed confirmation that he wouldn’t give up halfway and desert me.

Using his other hand to grip my chin and pull me towards him, he connected our lips in a sweet kiss that send tingles through my entire body. 

When we pulled away, he shot me a heart-melting grin. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

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a/n: was that too abrupt? did they make up too easily/quickly? oh my god all i can think of is how hungry i am i’m getting lightheaded because of it but i had dinner a while ago. maybe its just because it’s almost 2 in the morning so it’s technically time for the next meal had it been in the day. FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED!

Another thing with relationships, is they have to be formed in a healthy environment.

Meaning they start off the ground after they have learned to trust one another and know each others boundaries.

For me, this is why rivals to lovers never freaking works.

If your relationship starts right after you just said you hated each other, its not gonna work out well.

This is a reason I also feel while JK Rowling could have made the canon relationships work, they just didn’t.

Most of them came from Jealousy.

Ron only wants Hermione after he sees her with another man and not because he loves her.

Harry only wants to be with Ginny because of his own longing to be apart of a family and because he was jealous she was with another man.

Tonks only wants Remus because he tells her no several times and keeps pushing till he says yes.

All of these relationships would have been better received if they had come from trust and love and not because one member of the relationship wished to have what they couldn’t before and felt entitled to them.

Ron and Hermione comes closest to being healthy because we actually do see them spend time together and earn each other’s trust.

There is no difference between romantic relationships and platonic friendships, its just one is more intimate then the other.

And most of the time when people make het ships they just think of it as ‘well one is a man and the other is a woman so of course they will just get together’ and that’s kinda disgusting to me.

I mean in a fandom setting, people tend to just think of the romance first and foremost and that’s why it can seem bland but if you think of it as these are two friends first and lovers second, they usually have a much greater bond and chemistry.

Hence why I am a huge sucker for friends to lovers.

I matched with a guy back in August of 2015. I knew him before matching with him on Tinder. We lived in the same dorm, and I had the biggest crush on him. I was too afraid to talk to him, though. After matching, we hit it off pretty well. We talked for about a month, and he suddenly disappeared. I was really heartbroken, because I felt like he was doing the same thing other guys had done to me. I honestly had enough.

I started to act out and became more promiscuous. I sought pleasure and validation from anyone I could.

Then, one cold, rainy night in November, he came back. He walked two miles in the freezing rain to my house just to explain himself. It turns out, he was put in an in-patient facility because he attempted suicide. He showed me his medications and apologized repeatedly for just disappearing. I kissed him and told him it was okay. One thing kinda led to another and we ended up having sex that night.

It is now March. We talk every day. He knows everything about me, and he makes me feel so safe and loved. There’s just one problem…

He leaves for grad school in August and the last time I will ever see him is in May.

I am in love with him, and I am scared to death of losing him…But, I am so glad I matched with him and got the courage to actually talk to him.

He has saved my life.

I watched the 4 seasons of samurai jack to prepare for the new season (I finished it about 9 hours before the first episode came out)
And one thing that kept happening is that the episode would start and I would instantly remember which one it was
An episode starts with a rainy area with bamboo and I would be like “THAT’S THE ONE WITH THE OTHER SAMURAI”
Another one would start with a bunch of trees and I would be “OOH THAT’S THE ONE WITH THE BABY”
And when an episode started with a car in the rain I didn’t quite remember it untill I heard the sound of a trumpet (sax maybe?) And just went “IT’S THE ROBOT WITH EMOTIONS AND A PUPPY”

I’m surprised this happened with 99% of the episodes


I never realised how much I missed this show

New Friends

Carl sighed softly as he shifted his weight from side to side. He was anxiously awaiting Negan and his group for another scheduled pick up. His dad wanted him to start waiting with the rest of the group since his little incident with the machine gun. He was just happy to be considered part of the team- he didn’t like being left behind when his father would do things. 

He tensed up slightly when he saw the parade of cars come into Alexandria. He hadn’t seen Negan since his little field trip. He took a deep breath and composed himself as they all began to file out. Negan came out and began filing orders. One being to a younger girl with black hair. “Entertain one eye over there… keep her out of trouble-” 

Carl glanced to the girl as she began to approach him. He looked towards his dad for a silent confirmation of what he was to do. He took a couple steps towards the girl and motioned for her to come with him. He couldn’t wait to get away from the group of people. “Uh- my name is Carl-”

10

I spent most of my days reading stupid inspirational e-mails to try and feel good about myself. There was this one that kept going around: A young woman was having a hard time and told her mom she wanted to give up, so her mom went to the kitchen and started boiling three pots of water. She put a carrot in one, an egg in another, and ground coffee beans in the last one. After they had boiled a while, her mom said, ‘Look, all three things went through the same boiling water. The carrot went in strong and came out soft. The egg was fragile and came out hard. But the coffee beans changed the water itself.’ You’re supposed to want to be the c o f f e e b e a n s.

daniel-r-h  asked:

Did you hear that a few years ago, there were some foals that tried to set their Earth pony teacher up with a stallion for Hearts and Hooves Day. (It really didn’t work out, but that’s another issue). I came across the story again recently, and something struck me about it: literally every one of the ten stallions they considered setting her up with was also an Earth pony. I hadn’t realized that typism was this ingrained in our culture! What sorts of things can we can do to stop it?

Oh yeah, it starts early and it goes deep.  I think being loud and proud about any mixed ancestry you have (for instance, I have a unicorn grandmother!) may help, that and in your own romantic life making sure to consider other types.  There ought to be more fiction casually including intertype relationships, so if you’re a writer, keep that in mind.

Person: Muke is dead.

Me: *takes out a notebook*

Me: Michael and Luke were getting a little bit closer at the start of 2013, which caused fans to get suspicious. When they kissed on a twitcam and Michael said he was bisexual, things started heating up. A sudden video of drunk Michael trying to kiss Luke and other proof. Wrapped Around Your Finger was about them getting together. You can also still feel the tension between them but they don’t even look at each other in interviews anymore, which is another act planned by Modest. Modest is a management company which controls their celebrities’ lives. One Direction and Little Mix are both signed under this management, 5sos as well. It seems that this Larzaylea thing has came out from nowhere, just a photo she posted. Coincidence? I think not. Michael also doesn’t seem very supportive or active of their relationship, he has in fact been very down lately. You can take your stupid Malum and leave this room :-)