this was conceived at five in the morning

Holy sh*t life is cruel, but it is also so f*cking beautiful at the same damn time. Today the worst thing might have happened, but come five in the morning, the sky is twenty different shades of pink, orange, blue and you will lose yourself to the sight. We must submit to the fact that the world that endows heartbreak and anger is the exact same world that accords love and compassion. We deem our lives as unfair, but there is no conceivable way to comprehend one without the other. Be conscious of and accept the bad, but f*cking revel in the abundance of goodness life is conceived from the sunrise.
—  debbieb1rd 

Distance (C.H.)

Background: Calum is a professional football player, assistant captain to be exact, and goes away for three months for tournaments around Europe. However, you don’t get the chance to tell him some vital piece of information before he leaves and he’s in for a surprise when he gets back.

A/N: I will actually write this imagine in first person just to see how it goes. Also, THIS GIF IS NOT MINE.

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(First Person POV)

I hunched over the toilet once again as I emptied the contents of my stomach once more. I felt my hair being secured into a makeshift ponytail behind my head in one hand while another rubbed soothing circles onto my back.
“Babe, that’s the third time today that you’ve been sick. You were also sick a few times yesterday too. I think you should go to the doctors and get yourself checked out,” Calum told me worriedly.
I sat back onto my heels as I spit into the toilet. “Yeah, I’ll schedule an appointment for tomorrow,” I reassured him and stood up to go brush my teeth.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he nuzzled his face into my neck as I brushed my teeth. “I’m just worried about you, babe. You don’t get sick often.”
I spit the toothpaste out into the sink, rinsed my mouth, and dried myself off. I spin around in his arms and loop mine loosely around his neck. “You always worry, Calum, but it’s okay because that only means that you care. I feel fine, aside from the sickness. I’m sure it’s just some food poisoning from the food we ate yesterday.”
He still frowned at me. “Still get yourself checked out, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I will, Mr. Worrypants. I’ll try to get one around the same time as your meeting tomorrow.”
He nodded, satisfied with my answer. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

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Natasha finds out she's pregnant

Natasha stared down at the pregnancy stick she had in her hand in disbelief - two pink lines. She tossed it on the bathroom counter along with the other five pregnancy tests she had taken that day. How could this have happened? It didn’t make sense. The red room had made sure that she couldn’t conceive - at least she thought so. At first, she was in denial. She ignored all the signs - blaming the morning sickness and nausea on eating the wrong foods until it had gotten worse and worse. Now here she was, sitting in the bathroom alone - scared shitless. So many emotions were taking over her. Fear, anger, confusion, and even a little excitement. She wanted so much to be angry at herself for even being in this situation but anger was pointless. It is what it is. There wasn’t anything she could do now.

She stared at all of the tests once again - somehow hoping her eyes were playing tricks on her but of course they weren’t. She was definitely pregnant. She hasn’t even told Steve yet. God, she knew that being with a super soldier would change her life but she hadn’t expected this. They never used protection mainly because they never thought they needed to. What would she tell him? Did she even want this baby? The more she thought about the other options, the more she realized there was only one option. Adoption seemed so unrealistic. If she were to carry a baby for 9 months, she sure as hell was gonna keep it. Abortion was also out of the question. It wasn’t until now that she realized how much she wanted this baby - Steve’s baby. The thought of killing the innocent child inside her just didn’t sit well with her even though she knew it would be the smarter choice especially since their jobs weren’t exactly the most stable or safe.

She mindless placed her hand over her belly and smiled softly. Steve’s child was in her. Their baby. She wasn’t far along - maybe a few weeks, a month at most but she loved the life inside her already. A love she never knew she was capable of. The front door opened pulling her away from her thoughts and she hurried up and threw all the pregnancy tests in the trash - careful to make sure Steve wouldn’t see them. She wanted to tell him on her own terms. She washed her hands and walked out the bathroom to go greet her boyfriend.

“Hey baby” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him.

“Hey.” Steve responded with a dopey smile on his face. “What was that for?”

“What?” She kinked her eyebrow at him. “I can’t kiss my boyfriend. Fine.” She smirked and turned to leave but he caught her arm pulling her back in.

“I didn’t say that.” He kissed her passionately - lifting her off the ground as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Natasha wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones but she was horny. She needed him right then and there. Steve gently laid her down on the bed and took his shirt off. She could feel the growing bulge against her core and it drove her crazy.

“Clothes off. Now” she demanded as she stripped the clothes off of her body. She stared at his body as he took off the rest of his clothes and smirked to herself as her eyes landed on the “prize”. Yup, that was definitely the reason she was pregnant. It didn’t take long before his mouth was between her legs - sending her into pure ecstasy. God. To think she ever told him that he needed practice. He definitely didn’t need practice. From where she was he was an expert.

“Steve. I need you in me now” she hissed impatiently. She could feel her orgasm almost peak. Luckily he wasn’t in a teasing mood like he normally was and happy obliged to her request. The feeling of him inside her made her feel complete. She used to think it was cliche and stupid but being with him made her realize how much she needed him. He complimented her life in ways she didn’t even know she needed and now that she knew what life was with him - there was no way in hell she would want to go back to a life without him. Once they reached their orgasm together, Steve laid down beside her and held her in his arms.

“That was amazing” he breathed out still trying to calm down his heart rate. “Not that we ever have bad sex” he added once he realized she could take what he said out of context.

“You’re welcome” she chuckled into his chest. There was a moment of silence - both trying to enjoy the moment. “Steve” she whispered.


“I need to tell you something” she propped herself on her elbow to look at him as she spoke. His eyes opened up and he was alert. “What is it?” She could see him furrow his eyebrows in seriousness. He was always such a worrier. She leaned in and gave him a soft peck of the lips before giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s not bad”

His face softened slightly but she could still see the worry. “I know it’s hard for you but I need you to try to not get yourself killed anymore.” She smirked at him as she saw the confusion growing on his face. “You’re so reckless sometimes and it scares the shit out of me. I know you can’t help but be an idiot in the heat of the moment but we need you”

“I’m not reckless Nat. Sometimes it just takes impulse to get the job done. You know that.” He started to defend himself but stopped once he saw the smirk on her face. “Why are you smirking at me?” She chuckled at his confusion which only caused him to be even more lost.

“You’re so clueless sometimes Rogers.” She shook her head and laughed at how cute he was when he was confused. “I don’t get why you men only listen to a part of what us women say and run with it.”

Steve furrowed his brows and started to replay what she had said but couldn’t find the hidden meaning in what she said. “I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to know. Could you help me out?” He gave her a small sheepish smile and the puppy dog eyes (which he only gave her when he thinks he’s about to be in trouble - knowing she could never resist).

She rolled her eyes and smiled at him. “I said don’t be stupid because we’re gonna need you” she emphasized her words, hoping he would catch on.

“The avengers don’t need me. They are perfectly capable of…” he stopped himself from continuing when Natasha laughed out loud again at his ignorance.

“I didn’t mean the avengers.” She shook her head and grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. “I meant we”

Steve’s eyes flickered down to her belly. It took a few minutes for him to catch on but once he pieced everything together, his eyes grew in shock. “Natasha are you…” his words trailed not sure if he was correct. She nodded her head quickly. “Looks like you’re gonna be a babydaddy Rogers” she smirked teasingly at him.

“But I thought you couldn’t-”

“I guess that super serum is strong isn’t it” she rolled her eyes playfully. She watched as a huge kool aid smile plastered on his face. His eyes glued to her belly. “We’re gonna be parents” he said out loud. “We’re gonna have a baby”

“Yes we are.” She pulled him in for a kiss. When they broke apart, he immediately lowered his head to her belly and kissed it. “Hey. I’m your daddy” he spoke to the belly happily which only caused her to laugh more. “You’re such a dork babe” she shook her head teasingly at him. He looked back up at her and saw her smiling down at him. The happiness radiating off of Steve made Natasha realize how badly she wanted this family - a family she never wanted until Steve - until now. This was her life now - him and their baby. Their little family.

After struggling for years to conceive, one of my dearest childhood friends told me this morning that she is pregnant with twins.  This has been a difficult year for her, with multiple deaths in her family including losing her father to cancer.  I have never been happier to share joyful news.  

It has been three years since my own father passed away.  I morbidly think of 2014 as the ‘year of death’ for my family.  We lost five family members between the summer of 2013 and and the winter of 2014.  I fell into a hole of grief and depression that was pretty damn deep.  At times it felt like I was getting out of it, only to get sucked back in again.  

I feel like I have a longer post in me about this—about the relationships and career I damaged and how difficult it is to right the ship (and including how incredibly kind and patient you wonderful tumblr people were when I fell off the map and then kept trying to crawl back onto it again).  Maybe I’ll write that post some day.

For now, I just want to share what I told my friend this morning:  Joy is as much something you create as it is something that comes to you.  Heartbreak and loss are going to happen.  The joy we create is what makes it bearable.  

Anyhow.  Those are my thoughts this morning.

Stray: Part III

Prompt: [This is part 3 of a series] Reader’s parents were killed when she was little. She loses all love in her life. She makes a deal with a demon to have anything she wants, but the deal ends if she finds love. She has demons, hellhounds, reapers, hell maybe even low class angels wrapped around her little finger. Then something IDK what happens, and TFW comes after her, but she gets one glimpse at Cas and is in love but then the deal ends.

Word count: 2,385

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note:  Shout-out to Gen Y (to those who don’t recognize the song, it’s here).

Also, this is the last part (unless you guys want more, in which case, click on the button at the end!)

Part 1, Part 2

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anonymous asked:

What percentage of your writing time is spent conceiving weird Stark nicknames? I'm asking this because I just saw him call Steve 'Capple Pie' and I was just thinking 'shit, that's great'

Oh man. Probably a good five to ten minutes of thought for every nickname :D

When I read this, early this morning, all I could think of was Mr. Collins from Pride and Prejudice:

They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible.

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Hunger Games headcanons? *blows kisses* I love you.

Hi anon! These are just a couple of headcanons that I’ve slowly gotten attached to over the last couple of years. I’ve just kept it to during or post-MJ :)

  • Peeta spent his entire time during Katniss’ trial trying to work out everything, as to what was real and not real. He also knew she would never be convicted.
  • Dr Aurelius was originally from Thirteen, and after spending time with Peeta there, and with both Katniss and Peeta in the Capitol, realised what we all knew anyway. He also knew that they didn’t need him to get better, they just needed each other. He knew Katniss didn’t need him to talk to her during their sessions, and he knew that by asking Peeta to tell her to answer her phone, it was a guaranteed conversation between them.
  • Everlark woke up the morning after ‘Real’, and did nothing but stare at each other for a full five minutes before they both grinned like absolute idiots. It was the best smile Peeta had ever seen on Katniss’ face in his life.
  • Peeta never raised the question of children, until the day Katniss told him she wanted to have them. Spending those afternoons in the bakery after a long morning hunting, and watching him with the kids that came in left her with a weird ache in her heart that both terrified and thrilled her.
  • Toastbaby!girl was conceived out by the lake, while toastbaby!boy was conceived in the back room of the bakery.
  • After so many years of watching tribute after tribute be lost to the Games, Haymitch finally got a sense of peace the first moment he saw toastbaby!girl - because he knew she would never be at risk of being a tribute. He loved that kid hardcore, but if you asked him, he’d purposely avoid the question.

Thanks for the question! 😘😘