Stay, please

Originally posted by mooseleys

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 424
Warnings: Angst

Final part of Lost it All

You were packing your clothes into your suitcase when Crowley walked in without knocking. His eyes followed you for a moment. You were wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and your hair was up in a loose ponytail. Finally, he spoke up. “Please…”

Stopping, you looked over at him. “Don’t.” You told him, putting the shirts that were in your hands into your suitcase. “You got your wish. You got her pregnant.” Turning, you went back to what you were doing. “I’ll be going to a lawyer first thing Monday morning.”

Crowley couldn’t take his eyes off of you. How could he have done this to you? He would likely be celebrating you getting pregnant around now if he hadn’t have been so stupid. You told him that you’d been about to tell him you wanted a family with him, that you were ready. And he’d thrown that all away. Licking his lips, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I wish you’d talk to me.”


He shut your door and stepped forward. “I haven’t been with her since that night. I promise you that. I’m always here, with you. I have been doing everything I can to bloody fix this. I was a moron, I see this.” Crowley told you, sounding more sincere than ever. “Her being pregnant doesn’t change that. I still want this. I want us.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms and looking at him. “You think that makes this easier?” You asked. “You really think that I want to keep seeing her? Because she’s having your kid, Crowley. That would be unavoidable. Birthdays, holidays, school shit. She would be a constant presence in your life. I’d never, ever be able to stop worrying.” At least you were being honest about your reasoning. “I’d never be able to let my guard down, and I can’t live like that.”

“What do I need to do to prove that there’s no chance of me being with her again?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You sighed. “There’s nothing you can do.” It hurt, it was like finding them all over again. “Clearly you enjoyed sleeping with her. You’re getting your family.” Your chest clenched. “I’m not sure why you married me, Crowley, if…if you couldn’t even be faithful. If you didn’t love me, why bother?”

He moved and cupped your face. “I love you with every ounce of my being.” His eyes locked with yours. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Not without trust.”

“Please don’t go. Stay…please? Let me try!”

You pulled away. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

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Audience: Klaine Advent 2016

I’m opting for the true drabble option this year, and a loose attempt to string them together. This’ll end well.

“Quick, kiss me.”


“This girl in my classics class keeps asking me out, no matter how many times I tell her I’m gay and not interested. And we did a scene in class today where I had to kiss her, and now she will not leave me alone.”

Kurt looked at the boy in front of him, pleading with very pretty eyes.

“Are you?” Kurt lifted an eyebrow.

“What? Gay? Definitely.”

“My name’s Kurt.”

The corner of the boy’s mouth ticked up, attempting to smile. “Blaine.”

“Is she looking now?”

Blaine nodded.

“Well Blaine, I do love an audience.”

Rewatching 3x11

 Oswald tells Ed “You are the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t want to lose you”

Ed’s face seemed to have changed when Oswald said “I don’t want to lose you” And it wasn’t until he said that he put his knife away.

Than of course Ed proceeds to hug him and say “You are my best friend as well Oswald. Remember That”

This made me even grow to more believe that Ed is going to fake his own death to get back at oswald. If he came to the realization to get back at him when he says “I don’t want to loose you” This could have made Ed remember Isabella and how hurt he was when he lost her. 

The “Remember that” Line could also mean “Remember how important I was to you when I am dead”

i was thinking about how much better i was getting on with the annoying girl in my class and how i needed to cut loose and give her some slack and then when i was talking about how badly i wish id seen Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen in Waiting for Godot she fucking says “theyre such cute friends in real life i hope theyre secretly in a gay romance dont you think thatd be so cuuuute” to my fucking gay-ass straight-hating face 

anonymous asked:

Love your blog, amazeballs :) what about negan x a woman who's willing to fight him

Wow! Thank you so much my dear Nonnie!

- Negan is sometimes astounded about how stubborn she is
- sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a bad way
- Negan and her will often have arranged fights which will more times than not would end in very passionate making out
- More often than not she will kick Negan’s ass
- she will stand for what she believes in but that sometimes will create arguments between Negan and herself
- But she ain’t loosing faith in what she believes in for anything!
- They will always make up, obviously

I hope this is okay!!! Have a lovely weekend!

ship aesthetic 1/25 || otp: there are galaxies inside you

Zo tugged at the hair tie keeping her hair up, letting the messy bun out as her hair fell down against her shoulders. She sighed, flipping the page of her textbook before she tied her hair back up into a bun just as messy as the last.

A pair of strong arms wrapped loosely around her shoulders. As she looked up to see who it was, a gentle kiss was pressed against her cheek.

“How’s studying going?” Seb asked, his voice soft and quiet. He adjusted so he was leaning against her desk and could see her face in the yellow light of her lamp.

“Okay,” Zo said, though her answer didn’t sound very convincing. “I think I’m gonna wrap up for the night.”

“Wanna go look at the stars before you go to bed?” he asked, tucking an escaped strand of hair behind Zo’s ear.

“Hmm,” Zo hummed, leaning against Seb. She could feel the warmth of his body through his t-shirt. His warmth and the scent of his deodorant was comforting and Zo decided there wasn’t a better way to end a stressful night than watching the stars in her boyfriend’s arms. “Yeah, but I might fall asleep,” she said.

Seb laughed, “That’s okay. I’ll just carry you to bed.”

what if in Trials of Apollo (since we’ve already seen Percy is pretty tired of stuff) Percy turns bitter and becomes an antagonist

just like Luke


I don’t know if y’all know, but NBC bought the comedy called Mail Order Family. (Source)

This show apparently “follows a widowed single father who orders a mail-order bride from the Philippines to help raise his two preteen daughters”. It is supposed to be a sitcom.

And let the fucking anger commence.

1. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS UGLY. Racist? Check! HUMAN TRAFFICKING? Check! Fetishization of Asian women? Check! There is not ONE THING funny about ANY OF THESE TOPICS. 

2. This is loosely based off of the writer’s life whose dad DID THIS. You can hear her talk about her experience DISGUSTINGLY here. (Source) Literally, listening to this alone made me so angry. She talks about how she wanted to connect with the mail order bride, so she basically tried to be Asian? She tried to flatten her nose to look “more Filipina”. She legit said that she considered herself Filipina. She talks about how the mail order bride her father BOUGHT wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH for her as a mother, and she defended her father through it all… HER FATHER ALSO HAS A SECOND SECRET FAMILY IN THE PHILIPPINES. Just a lot of ugly and a lot of fetishizing of Asian women. She also talked about it here in this article. (Source)

3. LET!!!!!!!!! PIN@Y!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! EXIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give them roles. SE Asians are often seen as Not Asian by white people and East Asians, and we barely see them in media. REPRESENTATION FUCKING MATTERS.

4. Jackie was terribly RACIST in trying to defend her RACIST ideas on Twitter. I don’t have the Time to pull up every ugly thing she’s said today, but… it’s just ugly.

5. CANCEL!!!! THIS!!!! SHOW!!!!

I have more thoughts, but I’m pressed for time. I made a small thread on Twitter about why this whole thing is bullshit if you want to read more.

Fuck. This. Show.

I’ve got to believe that the Resistance’s intelligence officers are just. constantly Done. With everyone.

Rey’s understanding of aurebesh is more functional than formal, which isn’t a problem until the Resistance starts asking her to submit mission reports—she rarely spells anything the same way twice (”even her name!” the intelligence officer moans) and her sentence structure is….not so much a structure as “a loose grouping of things that might be parts of speech”

“…..I don’t understand, what’s the problem?” Finn asks because Finn’s grammar is impeccable, once you decipher the dense nest of abbreviations, First Order codes, and trooper slang that fill his reports. (This does not save any more time.)

“If you could maybe…..not? wax lyrical about the TIE fighter?” the intelligence officer tells Poe, when he finally gets around to submitting his report on the escape from the Finalizer. “Not that understanding enemy technology isn’t a vital contribution to intelligence, but we don’t need 500 polysyllabic words about how the sun glinted off the casing.”

General Organa still submits reports like they used to in the Rebellion (her battle damage assessment style is about thirty years out of date, and she calculates galactic coordinates like it’s the late republic) but everyone in intel is fucking terrified of bringing this up to her. Instead, they have a designated officer who deals exclusively with translating General Organa’s reports into more modern New Republic standards,so they can be processed.

(At least yours actually submits reports, their counterparts in the First Order would say, if they all got together in a bar somewhere to commiserate about how hard soldiers make military intelligence. Kylo Ren has submitted exactly one misrep in the last 15 years. Thirty-two people died and it just said ‘it was the Force’.)

Tell her how you feel. Even if it makes your throat burn and your hands shake so bad that you drop everything.

Tell her that you love her even though you’re fucking terrified because you’ve only ever seen love ruin and kill.

Tell her she’s revived the parts of you that your mother ruined and your dad covered up with a loose band-aid as if that would fix anything.

Tell her how you feel.

—  just fucking do it

How can he ignore me like this?

One. Hold her hand. Hold her hand and give it a few soft kisses. Don’t hold it too tight, don’t hold it too loose. Think of her hand as something that is so fragile, that is so precious, and that you might actually break her if you were to mishold her.

Two. Be her shoulder to lean on. Be her listening ear despite all circumstances. She got herself a new dress? Watch and listen to her getting all excited about it. She got herself a new friend? Listen to her talking about how great her new friend is. She got mad because of some obnoxious human? Listen to her ranting about it and tell her that it will be just fine. She’s a little too sad to say anything? Let her rest on your shoulder and gently caress her head. Just be there for her no matter what happens.

Three. Be patient with her. Bear with her. She will annoy the fuck out of you, she will get on your nerves, she will tease you so much in a way that you will question why were you here in the first place. But hey, you will learn that those are the things that makes her, her. You will find them lovely, adorable, and you will miss it- oh god I swear you will fucking miss it.

Four. No yelling. No shouting. No forcing but yes nagging. You can nag at her, but in a nice way. Nag at her when she is too lazy to complete a certain important task. Nag at her when she does something wrong, then give her a soft kiss to tell her that it’s all alright. Be her rock, be her motivator, be her inspiration. If you are going to love her, you have to help her to carry herself through life.

Five. Be her home. Be her shelter. If anyone were to make her sad, comfort her and kick those who made her frown. Wrap your arms around her and gently pat on her back, she will love it when you do. She will feel safe, she will feel secure in such gentle arms. If she happens to cry in the middle of the embrace, hold her tighter. Who cares if she will wet your shirt with her tears and snots, be happy that you have the privilege to be her tissue. Don’t forget to kiss her tears away, to kiss her sadness away, to kiss everything that has gone wrong away.

Six, if you think that you can capture her heart by gifting her flowers everyday, you are wrong. If you think that sweet talks will make her stay, will keep her going, you are wrong. If you think that you can get her to love you by trying to be someone you’re not, you are so wrong. Just be yourself, just be natural when you are with her. It’s fine if you were to make an accidental mistake, she will not leave because of that. She doesn’t want a perfect man, she only wants a man who will love and accept her wholly.

Seven. Tease her. Joke with her. Make her laugh. Make her smile. Be her best friend, be her lover, be her brother, be her everything. Just make sure that she is having a good time with you, that she is comfortable around you. Don’t you dare make her cry, don’t you dare be the reason why she is wilting. The only tears she should have are happy tears. Oh, and if she were to get upset from your teasing, give her a kiss on the forehead. She might push you away at first but she will love it- oh she will love it so much.

Eight. BE HONEST. I have to emphasize so much on this one. No matter what happens, don’t ever lie to her. Tell her what she needs to know, tell her what she wants to know and DO NOT fabricate things. Honesty is a sign of love and respect for her, so if you do love her, if you do respect her, you need to be honest with her. She is an intelligent lady, she will know if you were to lie to her.

Nine. Do love her wholeheartedly. Do care for her. Do grow with her. Do let her run wild. Don’t let her go to bed mad or sad. Don’t make her feel unwanted. Don’t make her feel lonely. Don’t push her away. Don’t ever let her go. If you really do love her, please love her until the very end.

—  L.W. // Ways to love her (I think you will love her better than I do)

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! (2016):

Fan drawn gifs by me especially for New Year’s and Christmas.

Days of celebration were never particularly special for little Juvia. She quietly watched how everyone around her laughed and had the fun she knew she couldn’t be a part of. Beginning to suspect that perhaps it’d be wise to abandon the idea of happiness and friends, Fate throws her a sign, through a passing by Ice mage, who paints an ice tree on the orphanage’s window. This tree, that only Juvia sees, becomes a sign that she mustn’t loose hope just yet, because her happiness is still awaiting her! 

Do not let the bad experiences cloud the good ones and remember, that a little bit of hope can take you a long way. I wish you all a wonderful year ahead, and trust it’ll bring you lots of new happy memories! Happy New Year, everyone!

the last hours snippet

As promised!

From where they were, they had a perfect view of James, standing straight and polite as Tatiana Blackthorn, wearing a faded fuschia dresses stained with dark spots, advanced on him, a witchlight torch in her hand.

“How dare you come here, Will Herondale,” she said, a savage tone to her voice. “What is left for you to destroy? You murdered my husband and my father —“

Lucie made a small whimpering noise. Cordelia clutched at her cold hand, squeezing it for comfort.

“That’s James.” It was Grace, dressed all in a long white nightgown with a white dressing-gown over it. White slippers covered her feet and her blonde hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. “It isn’t Mr. Herondale, Mama. It’s his son.”

Grief in Steven Universe

Alright so can we talk about how well this show deals with the loss of a loved one.

As someone who found this show after loosing their father I was deep within the grief process when I started watching Steven Universe. Imagine my surprise when I learned that Steven’s mother lost her physical form and everyone was STILL in the grieving process.

This show displays how grief really is: it has no real rhyme or reason. People like to think once you get passed the stages of grief that it’s over, but it’s not. It will come back, and you will never truly be the same after that loved one has passed. You will always remember them, and some things will remind you of them, dealing with grief is different for every individual.

Amethyst’s grief forms mainly in anger, it’s obvious that she has not fully moved on from Rose’s passing. She gets angry instead of sad as a way to protect herself. It’s a natural part of grief and a way for the mind to protect its vulnerable state.

Pearl’s grief seems to form into depression and forms of isolation. While Amethyst seems to have viewed Rose as more of a motherly figure, Pearl looked to Rose as a leader and a very precious loved one (unsure if romantic or otherwise). Depression is a part of acceptance in grief, it stems from the realization that you will not see that person you cared for anymore, and it’s very easy to fall back into depression when reminded of that person. The stages of grief live with you, ultimately you move on but you may still one day fall back into the stages. One of the hardest things in the world can be the knowledge that your did not know everything you thought you knew about a loved one. People keep secrets for different reasons, but it doesn’t lessen the pain of it all. It’s clear Pearl felt she was the closest to Rose and that Rose told her everything, but that just wasn’t true, and she must learn to deal with this new knowledge.

Garnet is… the hardest to pinpoint in terms of how she is dealing with the loss of Rose. We have yet to see her show the same moments as Amethyst and Pearl have regarding Rose. It would appear from what we have seen that Garnet has accepted Rose’s death better than the others, at least on the surface. It’s clear she still becomes melancholy when something about Rose is brought up but does not tear up or lash out or in any real obvious manner. BUT that does not mean she is not grieving! Quiet isolation is a form of grieving and it comes in both accepting death and the depression of that acceptance. Screaming and crying are not all there is to grief, a lot of it is quiet after a while, quiet mourning and not wanting any reminder of the person. Trying to escape and find other things to occupy your thoughts. Garnet is the leader of the group, she may feel she cannot show her grief as outwardly as Amethyst or cry like Pearl, but this does not mean she is not grieving. If anything she could be bottling it up which is never good in the long run.

Above all Steven Universe deals with grief in the most mature and pure way I have ever seen on television, or any kind of media to be honest. It knows grief is not just anger and crying, it knows you cannot simply ‘get over’ the death of a loved one, and above all it does not treat grief as if it is something that can be solved easily or gone in a flash. It’s real, it’s painful, and it stays with you. Steven Universe has helped me identify my own grief and shown me that my feelings are validated, something that not even people may do for you. Its handle on this subject is breathtaking and beautiful and just one more reason why I love this show and why it is so incredible.



“How dare you come here, Will Herondale,” she said, a savage tone to her voice. “What is left for you to destroy? You murdered my husband and my father —“Lucie made a small whimpering noise. Cordelia clutched at her cold hand, squeezing it for comfort.“That’s James.” It was Grace, dressed all in a long white nightgown with a white dressing-gown over it. White slippers covered her feet and her blonde hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. “It isn’t Mr. Herondale, Mama. It’s his son.”

But really.

Where did this little random, mostly non-existent ship come from and why am I suddenly such total trash for it and am now constantly headcanoning all manner of things about them like how they bicker constantly and how she threatens to loose an arrow in his arse if he doesn’t follow his queen’s commands properly and how he just smiles and notes that she seems to be rather preoccupied with his arse these days and how he winks when he kneels before her now just to see the blush stain her cheeks and how they race each other across the glen and of course she beats him because you wish you could keep up with Angus and me and he tries to act huffy as she crows over her victory but then traps her up against Angus’ flank and shuts her up with his lips and how she turns to him for advice and counsel on clan matters and trusts in him and finds confidence and bravery during tough times from his unwavering loyalty and support and then eventually maybe there is a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire involved that leads to a brood of curly-headed hobbit babies running around the highlands WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?


Requests: “Hello love! Could you write a smut with kol andd the reader where the reader is shy and kol finds out she has a crush and teases her like he s running around with no shirt and makes comments”

How could you have been so stupid enough to open the bathroom door when you knew Kol was in the shower. Sure maybe in the back of your mind you knew you had a crush on him. It was quite obvious and everybody saw that. But you knew Kol didn’t know it, so all is well.

“Oh god sorry!” You covered your eyes when you walked in on Kol, a towel hanging loosely around his waist and he was using another towel to dry his damp hair atop his head. “Um, b-bye.” You shook your head and slammed the door shut. Never had you seen him shirtless before, and you didn’t get to see details because of how quickly you left.  

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My older brother is getting married tomorrow ☺️☺️☺️ ..I’ve been watching him fall in love with his girlfriend for years. She’s a lovely woman and I know she’ll make my brother a happy man. When he talks about her he always smiles and I remember him explaining to me why she might be the woman he ends up marrying.

He said “I’ve dated a lot of women but I’ve never met a woman like her before. It took me years to find someone like her and I’m not risking loosing her, for what? there’s nothing out here worth risking over her, when you find that person you’ll understand”

As siblings, I cannot believe how far we’ve come. We’re all growing up now, it’s weird. Tomorrow is going to be fun. Oi thehouseofhippies our big brother is getting married yo ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Hashtag: I haven’t brought my outfit yet fuck.