we could have been anything

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At its end is where you will find the peace that eludes you, and at its end lies the answer you refuse to see.

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crazy ex-girlfriend rewatch >> 2.13 can josh take a leap of faith?

Bill x Reader - Jealousy.

Request: “Bill gets jealous.”

Another request fulfilled! I have the day off tomorrow so I will be sitting down and smashing out what’s left in my inbox as well as Chapter III to my fan fiction. All of my work is stored under the ‘Writing’ link on my blog, if you read anything I write, please support me by giving it a like or a reblog, or even shooting me a message. It is always so appreciated and motivates me to do more. I hope you enjoy this little bit of jealous Bill.

Happy reading! 





After moving away from where I’m from for my career choices, and now permanently because of my boyfriend Bill, it was a rarity that I saw those that I grew up with. I didn’t have a great deal of friends during my childhood and teenage years, but I had a select few best friends who stuck with me through everything, and that thankfully I am still in touch with to this day. It had been some time since I had seen these friends, and knowing very well that it would be a while until mine and Bill’s busy schedules would allow me to return home to visit; when I found out that one of these friends were coming to town, I jumped on the opportunity to meet with them.

I sat on the ground in front of our huge floor to ceiling mirror in our master bedroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup and chatting away to Bill about my week and all of the things I had on. I had met Bill two years ago at an event, for at the time Hemlock Grove, where I was supervising the publicity team interviewing him. Towards the end of the night, after everyone had slowly made their way home, Bill and I remained, sharing way too many drinks and confiding in each other about a bit more than people who had just met each other probably should. We had an amazing connection, and we’ve ended up here, very much in love and eternally appreciative of that night.

Bill stared at me in the mirror, observing me fuss over my appearance, changing things and becoming frustrated, all in anticipation to meet up with my good friend Tommy who he knows I’ve known for a very long time, longer than I’ve known him. It was always obvious that Bill got defensive when I would meet up with old friends, especially when they were male. It didn’t bother me; he was never over the top about it but instead only sulked. I think if anything, I thought it was cute and I appreciated that he cared enough for it to bother him slightly. Regardless, he had absolutely nothing to worry about, although even then he still seemed off as I finished getting ready and preparing myself to leave.

“Have fun baby,” He said, smiling softly at me, dishonestly, but smiling nonetheless. I took his face in my hands, bringing him down to my height to kiss him softly, smiling at him, knowing what he was feeling and wishing he would relax. “I will, have a good night baby, I won’t be long. I’ll see you when I get home?” “I’ll see you when you get home.” And with that he waved me off, as I climbed in to my car and drove down our long driveway en route to my destination.

I had been out way longer than I had originally planned, but it had been such a good night and so nice to see someone I saw almost every day for years, for the first time in far too long. I made my way home safely, not having had enough to drink to have to catch a taxi, thankfully. I unlocked the front door, hearing the faint noise of the TV in our bedroom and heading straight up the stairs, excited to get out of this outfit and in to bed with my favourite person in the world. “Hi baby, I’m sorry I’m so late.” I smiled, taking in a very sleepy and unhappy looking Bill, who was eyeing me off in return. “What took you so long?” He asked angrily, folding his arms. “I thought you would be back way earlier, honestly Y/N I really don’t like the idea of you out all night with some guy, getting wasted at a bar.” Well fuck, he’s coming straight for me, I thought to myself, shocked at his lack of self control when it came to what he had to say to me. “Um.. hang on, are you seriously angry at me right now?” My defences went up as I stood at the end of our super king sized bed, arms crossed and brow furrowed. “Yes, I am angry at you. Did you just fail to notice all of my missed calls, you could have at least let me know where you were or that you were okay!” He was borderline yelling now, but being he was propped up against more fluffy pillows than necessary, with his shirt off, his hair messy and his eyes heavy with exhaustion, it was hard to engage in an argument when he looked so damn cute. Truth be told I knew his intentions weren’t bad, and I was thankful that I had a boyfriend who cared if I stayed out all night with a guy he didn’t know, because I think I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t angry at me right now.

I sighed, smiling at him while he frowned further in return, becoming even grumpier at the sight of my growing grin and fond eyes, taking him in and feeling my heart swell. “Baby.. are you jealous?” I teased, kicking off my heels and unzipping my dress, walking slowly towards his side of the bed. I stared down at him, in nothing but my lacy crimson red underwear set, as he looked back at me, trying his hardest to stand his ground and not become distracted by the sight of me. “Y/N, I’m serious, something could have been wrong and I wouldn’t have know-“ I cut him off by pulling the blankets off of his body, finding him in only his boxers, swinging my leg over to straddle him and leaning down on to the palms of my hands that I had placed either side of his head.

“Do you want to know what I think?” I asked, smirking. “I think that you’re jealous because I got all dolled up and spent my whole night at a bar with a male that I have been friends with for a long time. We could have been doing anything,” I pecked his lips, “We could have been sitting around talking.” I kissed his neck, “I could have been dancing all night with him,” I kissed his cheek, moving closer to his ear, “I could have been fucking him in the toilets.” I took his ear lobe between my teeth, sucking gently before he flipped me over, pinning me to the bed, clenching his jaw in anger and giving me the dirtiest look he could manage. “What the fuck are you playing at?” “You’re sexy when you’re angry,” I smirked, sliding my bra straps off of my shoulders, leaning up to unclip my bra and flinging it across the room. He gulped, taking in my bear chest, eyes averting quickly back to mine as I felt him become excited by the situation, his face not once giving away what was happening in his boxers. “How dare you come home and taunt me like that, fuck you and fuck your friend.” He held my shoulders tighter, I reached up and secured my hands behind his neck before yanking him towards me and bringing his ear closer to my lips, for extra reassurance that he’d hear me clearly. “He’s. Gay.” I laughed, letting him go as he sat upright, still on top of me, looking down at me with flushed cheeks and rubbing his hands over his face in embarrassment. I continued to giggle beneath him as he groaned, realising how stupid he sounded. I flipped us back over, pressing myself firmly against him, making it very clear how I wanted him to make it up to me.

“What do you say we kiss and make up?” I raised an eye brow at him, Bill flipping us once again, separating my legs with his hips and maintaining flush contact where I wanted it most, kissing me urgently and rocking his hips against mine. 

“Please, allow me to apologise.”

Can we talk about how Hugo is the only one who gave a reasonable turn-on on his Dadbook?

Like Craig’s “a sub six-minute mile”, Mat’s “multi-instrumentalism”, Brian’s “a keen understanding of steak-cuts”, Robert’s “don’t talk to me”, Damien’s “pronouncing “bosom” correctly”, Joseph’s “my loving wife”

aND THEN WE HAVE HUGO WHO LITERALLY JUST.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANYTHING. “Getting paid better” “Knowledge over art and history” “Long novels” “Getting my PhD be worth something”

ANYTHING

BUT HE JUST. 

“MUSCLES”

you were
the sun
bright and beautiful, but isolated
desperate for a connection but never allowing anyone to get too close

and i was
the moon
cold and distant, but captivating
there was never a moment where someone wasn’t trying to find out what’s beneath the surface

together
we could have been beautiful
  we could have shone brighter than anything and anyone could have ever imagined
we could’ve collided and left everyone in our shadow to marvel at our intensity
we could have been the stuff that people wrote about, that people wished they could feel
but
there was a reason
you and i
existed on separate ends of the universe
we were only meant to coexist in passing
we were never meant to linger
never meant to be 
together
—  Anonymous said: wondering if you could write something about two people’s love like the sun and the moon. like how beautiful they would be, but they are bound to be apart
(cc, 2017)
It’s not that hard to be respectful!

I wasn’t going to say anything but now I’m really annoyed so here’s the thing. The Carmilla cast and crew do not owe you anything. They gave us a movie for fuck’s sake, a kick ass, amazing, empowering movie and people have the nerve to act as though they haven’t been given anything. 

We could have just had the movie and I for one would have been more than happy with just that, yet they went above and beyond to give us more - to give us a lot of behind the scenes footage, bloopers, additional clips, deleted scenes, cast interviews and there is still more to come! Yet people are still complaining and actually tweeting Steph to be rude and ungrateful to her. When did you get so entitled to assume that you are owed anything? you’re not. Certain scenes and additional coverage can’t be shown out of respect to the actors and quite frankly I would much rather have a team of people that are so supportive and respectful of their actors than people who are willing to exploit them for profit. 

You don’t get to demand things and insult/be rude to the very people who made all of this extra content available to us. The Carmilla cast and crew have always been such an amazing bunch of people, who are very giving and patient with us all. Show them the same respect and be patient, be grateful and respectful. If you have a genuine concern then of course reach out and there is a difference between offering constructive feedback on things you would like to see and demanding things from people. 

We have been given a bucket load of content that most movies and tv shows never give their fans. Do you know how much time and effort that takes? It isn’t easy to edit all of this footage, to organise it and distribute it. We have gotten so much more than I have ever gotten from other movie or tv franchises and for that I am eternally grateful!

So I would just like to take the time to have a big shoutout to all of the people who worked on Carmilla, the cast, the crew, the production and press teams. You are all doing so amazing and I really appreciate all the work and time you put in for us! 

what she says: I’m fine

what she really means: we, as the audience, only got to know the real connor murphy for a mere few minutes. we don’t know anything about him. he could have been a brony for all we know. he could have been a brony. oh my god, he could have been a brony. please, god, no. anything but a brony-

very messy, very cell-phone-photo quality, just felt like cross-posting from my twitter.

sometime in either the 90s when a photo would require a noisy film camera or in the early 2000s when cell phone cameras existed but they would make a loud noise and wake M up hahh/////

mylittlechimera  asked:

Do you have any headcanons about Nick helping out the Railroad? He seems to know Deacon and who he is working for.

This is a really good one AND a really tough one. I do believe that Nick knows about the Railroad, and on some levels might even help the Railroad BUT I’m conflicted on what he thinks of the Railroad and just how much he’d help them.

I’m sure he’s totally gung-ho about getting synths away from the Institute and somewhere safe, but I have to think that the fact the Railroad routinely wipes Gen 3 synth’s memories for “their own safety” would be really upsetting to him.

His memories define him (as much as they define anyone). Nick’s character arc is about him struggling with human Nick’s memories inside of him, and through your time with him and his personal quest, he comes to understand that the memories he’s formed on his own as a Gen 2 prototype are just as important and valid. That he is his own person. Combined with the fact that we learn in Far Harbor that Nick had multiple personalities installed in his body during his time there, I have to think the memory wipes would upset him on a very personal level.

Having said that: I like to think that any of the Gen 3s that Patriot sends towards Diamond City are either intercepted by Old Man Stockton or Nick. Nick and Stockton have no less than three escape routes planned through Diamond City.

Old Man Stockton has kept synths at Nick’s offices. Ellie’s met most of them. 

After the Institute goes down, Nick reaches out to his network of clients, people who’ve always told him “if you ever need anything Nick, you just let us know”, to hide a synth with them for a few days while the Railroad sorts out their safehouses. Nick never tells the hosts that his “friend” is a synth, he’ll usually just tell them that his “friend” has some people looking for him and could they lay low. He’s never had one person refuse to hide someone for him.

Nick has been known to walk through town with a new synth in Wastelander clothes, disguised as a client who’s travelled very far to retain his services, and he’s just showing them around town. In actuality he’s trying to help synths acclimate.

Nick, by virtue of him having a Gen 2 body, is literally a familiar face to the Gen 3 synths. It’s very comforting for them. Nick is warm and protective, and although he doesn’t remember anything about the Institute, he knows what it is to be terrified and alone in a brand new world. He offers them information and insights into living in the Commonwealth.

He coaches them on Commonwealth history, verbal queues, slang, how to dress, how to defend themselves - all the things he had to learn the hard way.

He hopes if he can help ease them into things, they can have their wits about them enough that they can refuse the memory wipe.

Nick and Glory have spoken a few times. They don’t see eye-to-eye about the correct methods to use, but they do agree that the Institute has to be stopped and that they deserve respect.

If anything, I think Nick would work with the Railroad because there’s no other options for synths out in the Commonwealth. He may cringe or grind his teeth every time one is handed off to Amari, he may have even argued with Deacon or Desdemona about it more than once, but this is the best option he has.

He hopes that with the Institute gone, and the Sole Survivor working with the Railroad, that the Commonwealth will change and he won’t have to watch synths erase their memories in order to stay safe.

Syd Tries FanFiction: The Blarke Reunion

So fair fucking warning I have never in my life written fic before, but I typed this out for @clxrkblake tonight so we could cry and she told me to post it so I’m gonna. Basically this was my ideal, dream reunion before I saw the finale. (I’ve changed my mind about a few things since we saw the new ship but whatever I’ll still dream of this reunion every night for the next 9 months.)

So anyway, I wrote this up in like 30 minutes and there’s probably lots of typos, but deal with it and then come cry with me. <3

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Bellamy sits by the window like he does every year, looking at the planet he used to call home. The glass in his hand is almost empty by now. It almost makes up for the whole thats still in his heart. It almost, for a second makes him forget she isn’t there beside him, that they never got that drink. 

He starts the same as he does every year. “I miss you. It’s been 6 years and I still miss you every day. You’d be so proud of everyone. Even Murphy.” He wipes at the tears collecting in his eyes. It never gets easier.

“I just wish… I wish I’d have told you when we had the chance. Timing never really was our strong suit was it? We were too busy keeping 100 kids alive. I wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Not a second of it.” He lifts the empty cup towards the planet thats now her grave. “I still love ya, Princess.”

He knows Raven’s behind him even before she comes to stand next to him. She’s always there for this. “It’s never gonna get easier is it?”

She shakes her head. “No. I still miss Finn every day. But you learn to deal with it. You never get over losing the one you love, their memory just becomes a part of who you are.”

He nods along. He asks her the same question every year. Every year, expecting to get a different answer. Maybe this time she’ll tell him ‘Yeah. The pain fades. One day you can breathe again. One day you’ll be able to look down at the earth below you and not feel that part of you that’s missing. But she never does.

“She’d be so proud of you Bellamy. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I just-” The static of the radio on his hip interrupts his thoughts. “Shit I thought I turned that off.” He fumbles for it, hands made clumsy by the drinks he’s downed. He barely has it out of the holster when he stops himself. Was that? No… It couldn’t be… It was just the alcohol in his system. But then…

“Where - you?"A voice. A voice even after 6 years, after 100 years he would never let himself forget. Her voice.

"Oh my god…” Raven whispers from behind him. “It can’t…”

The radio depends back into static once more before going silent and Bellamy raises his own shocked eyes to meet Ravens. “Clarke?”

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They don’t believe him. “You were just drunk Bellamy.” “It’s been six years Bellamy.” They think he’s holding on to a ghost, but he knows what he heard.

“We can’t risk it because you thought you heard a dead girl on the radio.” That’s Murphy.

“It could have been an old transmission… we can’t just go down without knowing anything-”

“I left her once. I am not doing it again. If there is even the slightest chance that she is alive down there, WE ARE GOING BACK FOR HER.”

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Three weeks after the night by the window they make contact. He’s helping Monty check on the algae when he hears Raven screaming his name through the halls.

“I found it.” That’s all it takes for him to follow her to the control room, to the radio, to Clarke.

“This is the station it came through. But we don’t know for sure-”

“Have you tried to make contact yet?”

“No, we were waiting for you.”

“Ok…” He sighs and grabs the radio. This is it. He’s either about to finally find that missing piece of himself or lose it all over again. “This is Ark Ring to… the ground. Is anyone there? Clarke are you there?”

There’s nothing. It feels like hours floating through freezing water waiting to hear something, anything.

Nothing.

“I’m sorry Bell.” Monty puts a hand on his shoulder.

She’s gone. He pushes himself away from the table ready to yell, or cry, or hit something. 

“-ello?”

“Holy shit.”

Bellamy could tell you he’s never moved that fast in his life, almost falling over himself to get to the radio. “Clarke?”

“Bell-my?” His legs give out, but Murphy leans in to ease his fall.

“Yeah. Yeah Clarke it’s me. Oh my- It’s you? It’s really you? How?”

“Yeah Bell, it’s me.” He can hear the tears in her voice, the same as his own. 

“I’m coming back for you. I’m coming back. I promise. I’m not leaving you again.”

“I miss you.” Its all she can say.

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The day they land on Earth the second time, isn’t anything like the first. It’s raining for one.

Two, he knows what’s waiting for him when he opens the door. 

And she is. 

Standing at the tree line, looking as beautiful as the day he lost her, is Clarke. Her hair is shorter. And there’s one or two more wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but god is she beautiful. Its like they’re not frozen for a moment, both of them standing in shock and amazement that they finally get this. 

Then, it’s like time is moving in fast forward and he’s on his feet and hers are carrying her towards him and they crash together like suddenly all their forgotten broken pieces are fitting back together. He holds her so close he thinks he can feel her heartbeat in his chest and she tangles her small hands through his hair and they’re both crying. But for the first time in 6 years, they aren’t tears for grieving. He’s sobbing apologies against her hair and she’s whispering forgiveness against his shoulder and it’s almost like they didn’t lose those 6 years. Like they were kids again, stranded on a dying planet, leaning on each other for survival.

He pulls back first to look at her. He wants to take in every single inch of her face and memorize it because he never wants to have to forget that face again. 

“I never gave up.” She laughs. “Not on you.”

He stroked her cheek, through the rain and the tears. “I thought I lost you. For 6 years.”

“You didn’t.” She pulls him close against, resting her forehead against his, and they laugh. 

He spent the past 6 years wishing he hadn’t lost her, dreaming that she could come back to him, praying that he could just hold her one more time. And now he get’s all of it. Because she’s alive and in his arms and laughing with him in the rain and he’s never going to lose her again.

TAH DAH! I hope it wasn’t awful! I’m gonna tag a few mutuals so they can share my pain. Love you guys!

@sassamyblake @bellsgirl @octanakin @ravenbellclarke @starboybellamy @scottmcblake @bobmorlee @stargirlclarke

Even though drugs and alcohol have been a social lubricant since before we could write anything down, we like to think of history as this boring, stuffy museum exhibit where kings and queens drank iced tea, ate flavorless biscuits and had sex like our parents did (they’ve never had sex!). But hold onto your molly water, legal marijuana and fidget spinners, kids: history is as shitfaced wasted as any frat party or music festival, you just have to dig a little deep to find it. Also, it’s hard for high school history teachers to talk about how great Ulysses S. Grant was and talk about how drunk he was the whole civil war. So they just don’t mention that last part. American hero!

THIS WEEK: Jack O'Brien is joined by Cracked’s Carmen Angelica, Alex Schmidt and Michael Swaim, as well as comedian Blake Wexler, for a deep dive into some of history’s most secretly inebriated moments. They’ll talk about wars that were almost started and wars that were ended thanks to booze, some surprisingly great accomplishments powered by LSD (please don’t try them at home) and the American president who was so drunk all the time, it sort of puts the whole Trump presidency into horrifying perspective.

24 Huge Historical Events That Were Secret Keggers

In the summer of 2002 this thing we call “letlive.” began in a garage in a small suburb of Los Angeles with one goal in mind. Above all else, letlive. was meant to be an idea not an outfit. This idea took its roots in honesty, humility, and finding an ironic strength in vulnerability. This is how it all began and it must end in the same fashion.

We have been granted opportunities and experiences beyond anything we could have ever imagined and we are well aware that none of the aforementioned would be possible without you. Your support, investments, and genuine belief have been nothing short of inspiring which is what allowed us to create these works while enduring the unsettling ebb and flow of career musicianship. With this in mind we would like to take this time to exhibit said transparency and explain that over time a divergence in views and aims has developed within the camp- and, for the moment, the impact that has on letlive. as a group is that there will be no further activity for the foreseeable future. We want to thank every single person that we were privileged enough to make a connection with through this vessel. We will no longer write the soundtrack, but the most important element, the idea, will continue as long as you allow it to. You are and always will be letlive.

All ll.ove,
Jason Aalon Butler, Loniel Robinson, Ryan Johnson, & Jeffrey Sahyoun

anonymous asked:

Hello. In my novel I have a character that's a butler and is absoulutley in love with his lady and I was wondering if there was anything in butler etiquette that would reffer to how a butler should act in a situation like that. I tried finding it on the internet but with no luck so I was wondering if you could help

Originally posted by rachelsharpie

One thing that’s going to make a huge difference here is time period. If this is a more current situation it’s going to be handled differently than if this was happening farther in the past. I was able to find some resources about butlers currently as well as bits about being a butler through history.

Also where does this butler work? I’m asking so you can take into account how highly ranked the employer of this butler is. The higher the ranking the more coveted the job is and therefore the more there is to lose. This can help with conflict as far as inner conflict, scheming from outside parties, and what sort of credentials the butler has in order to have the job. It might be a deep struggle for the butler to confront their feelings if they’ve sacrificed and worked for the position for a really long time and have a lot at risk.

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letlive. Call it Quits

“In the summer of 2002 this thing we call “letlive.” began in a garage in a small suburb of Los Angeles with one goal in mind. Above all else, letlive. was meant to be an idea not an outfit. This idea took its roots in honesty, humility, and finding an ironic strength in vulnerability. This is how it all began and it must end in the same fashion.

We have been granted opportunities and experiences beyond anything we could have ever imagined and we are well aware that none of the aforementioned would be possible without you. Your support, investments, and genuine belief have been nothing short of inspiring which is what allowed us to create these works while enduring the unsettling ebb and flow of career musicianship. With this in mind we would like to take this time to exhibit said transparency and explain that over time a divergence in views and aims has developed within the camp- and, for the moment, the impact that has on letlive. as a group is that there will be no further activity for the foreseeable future. We want to thank every single person that we were privileged enough to make a connection with through this vessel. We will no longer write the soundtrack, but the most important element, the idea, will continue as long as you allow it to. You are and always will be letlive.

All ll.ove,
Jason Aalon Butler, Loniel Robinson, Ryan Johnson, & Jeffrey Sahyoun”