what are you doing you're not allowed to make me cry

agirlcalledfrost  asked:


so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”


‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”



there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”


“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”


ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

doodles-by-di  asked:

How would the team (romanced and not) react to some one bashing the Inquisitior for being Bisexual. It's a common thing, and lots of people believe that if your Bi, you're twice as likely to cheat, or you're being greedy, or just making it up. It's worse when people say they you've been faking it and that there officially " straight" or "gay/lesbian" now depending on the partner. Even some lesbians and gays bash bisexuals.

Iron Bull: He’d bash their freaking skull in if he could. Instead, he towers over them, the Inquisitor hugged protectively to his side, and scowls menacingly. “Could you say that one more time? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Then he hustles the Inquisitor away for crazy strong drinks and comfort. If Romanced: Pretty much the same thing, but he’ll kiss the Inquisitor before leading them away and make loud comments about how much he loves them as they drink.

Cassandra: Her head whips around toward the one who made the comment and for a second she’s sure she didn’t just hear what she thinks she heard. But she looks at the Inquisitor and sees that look, the one that means they’re hurt and trying not to show it, and she knows. She storms over and says absolutely nothing, but she glares down the offender until they scamper away. Then she pats the Inquisitor awkwardly on the shoulder. “What they think matters not at all,” she assures them. “You are a good person, I know you are.” If Romanced: She storms over takes the Inquisitor’s hand tightly in hers, partly to comfort them and partly to keep herself from flying into the attack and bashing someone’s brains in. Once the offender leaves she turns and kisses her lover. “You are perfect, and you are mine,” she tell them, arms around their neck, uncaring of who could see for once. “I don’t care what they think. I know you are a good person.”

Blackwall: He won’t confront the idiot who said it directly, but he’ll place himself discreetly beside the Inquisitor and glare from the sidelines until they leave. Then he’ll stay beside the Inquisitor, a silent guard to keep idiots away. If they try to thank him he’ll get uncomfortable. “Just doing what’s right,” he’ll mumble into his beard. If Romanced: He’s drawn to the Inquisitor’s side as if magnetized, taking their arm in his. Posture straight, he’ll stare down everyone around them and dare anyone to say anything. No one does.

Dorian: Oh, now they’re in trouble. Dorian definitely heard that, and he glides over smoothly and wraps his arm around the Inquisitor, leaning against them. He then proceeds to ignore the person in front of them entirely and speak of them and all the skeletons in their closet to the Inquisitor as though it is merely juicy gossip. If Romanced: He kisses his amatus right there for whatever pea-brained idiot to see. He absolutely does not care what anyone thinks; he’s spent his life as a pariah but he’ll be damned before his amatus has to suffer like that. He’s a good man and deserves better.

Josephine: Very quickly, the offender loses most of their personal fortune as their business interests flop. They’re all but ruined by the end of the night. If Romanced: She bustles over, friendly and bubbly, and without ever saying a single threatening word makes certain that the offender knows that they’ve just ruined themselves. Then she gives her lover a kiss on the cheek, smiling sweetly.

Sera: Oh HELL NO. Friends are going to mess that piss bag up! But first, a well-placed knee to the crotch. If Romanced: And suddenly honeytongue has a shadow that is kissing her neck while making awkwardly direct eye contact with the stupid piss bucket that would dare to insult Inky. If the offender dares to say anything else, a well-placed knee to the crotch is in order.

Cole: Whoever said it leaves before they even finish the comment, distracted by something trivial. The Inquisitor’s favorite treat mysteriously appears in their hand. “They’re wrong. You’re good. You try to help and your people love you. It doesn’t matter what they think. It hurts, but you know you and they can’t change that.”

Varric: “Let me tell you a story about this time my good friend Hawke did something really terrible, slightly illegal, and entirely blasphemous to someone who said those exact words. Then I’ll tell you a story about the time I did something really terrible, slightly illegal, and entirely blasphemous to someone who said those exact words. Oh, wait, that one hasn’t happened yet. It’s about to!”

Cullen: No, that’s not going to stand. He marches over and calmly begins discussing the intricate and incredibly boring details of trebuchets and their calibration requirements in a very passive-aggressive way. If Romanced: His one-sided discussion about trebuchets becomes vaguely threatening, his smile brittle and the hand that normally rests on his sword is gripping the hilt.

Leliana: With a lovely smile and music in her voice, she curses whoever uttered the insult to the deepest, darkest edge of the Void. Her agents disguised to blend in with the crowd flash weapons and make vaguely threatening remarks until the offender leaves Skyhold altogether.

Vivienne: And the offender has just been socially ruined for the rest of eternity by a small smile and a single question uttered by the Iron Lady. There will be no coming back from that.

Solas: With a smile, he wields kindness as a weapon, exaggerating compliments as the offender grows more and more flustered and embarrassed, realizing that they have mage a tragic mistake by daring to say such a thing to the Inquisitor. If Romanced: His gaze is as sharp as his tongue and if the offender doesn’t start crying right there they certainly will the moment they’re alone. “Do not allow them the satisfaction of hurting you, vhenan. You are perfect exactly as you are.”

You're Ok

Prompt: Mark and Ty calming Eth down when he’s really stressed/anxious. Thank you @tythaningalltheway for the prompt!!
(Ps I didn’t know if you wanted it to be more shippy or just platonic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation)

Ethan groaned in frustration. All he wanted to do was finish editing this video for his channel so he could start working on some of Mark’s videos. But his computer decided now was the best time to do automatic updates. Ethan wasn’t as pissed as he was worried. He knew he needed to get at least one of Mark’s and one of his own videos done today or else he’ll be behind on editing. Ethan was already not putting out as much content as he thought he should be. Ever since he moved out to LA, his scheduling had been fucked up. He knew the others in the house had tried to make his transition as easy as possible. And it did help some. But it didn’t help that he could only edit when at the office and that Mark made a rule that no one was allowed to edit past 9 pm. Back home, Ethan was use to editing into the early hours of the morning. That was one way how he was able to get two videos out each and every day plus work on a lot of Mark’s content. Now he could only get at least one video uploaded a day and was barely getting through Mark’s videos.

Ethan didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ethan jumped as he whipped around, scaring the other person as much as he scared himself.

“Woah there buddy,” A soothing voice said.
“I need you to breathe. Can you breathe, Ethan?”

It took a minute for Ethan to realize that the voice belonged to Mark.

Ethan’s first instinct was to run. He didn’t really know why, but he felt trapped and needed to get away.
That was, until big muscular arms engulfed him and scooped him up out of his chair. Ethan looked up to see Tyler’s face looking back at him with concern. Ethan wanted to cower away.

“Hey now Ethan.” Tyler said gently.
“You’re okay. Breathe.”

Ethan was a shaking mess by the time Tyler got him to the couch. Tyler started rubbing circles on his back. Ethan almost didn’t notice Mark placing a blanket around him.
Ethan turned his head and looked at him. Mark sighed and wiped his thumb under Ethan’s eye. Ethan was suddenly aware of wetness on his face and realized he must’ve been crying.

“Do you need anything, bud?” Mark ask in a soft tone.

“Could- could I have some water please?” Ethan asked timidly.

“Yeah of course.” Mark smiled.

As Mark made his way to their kitchenette, Ethan leaned into Tyler’s side. Tyler instantly started playing with Ethan’s hair. Ethan let out a little hum and closed his eyes.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler asked.

Ethan nodded.
“A bit. Thanks.”

“Do you wanna talk about what just happened over there?”

“I uh I-” Ethan could feel the anxiety rising back up.

Ethan’s eyes darted around frantically before locking eye contact with Mark.

Mark seemed to realize what was going on, or at least that Ethan needed help, and quickly came over to the couch.

“Here’s your water.“ Mark smiled.

Ethan took it gratefully and gulped it down.

“Its getting late we should head home soon.“ Mark said, looking at his watch.

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Ethan?” Tyler looked at him for a response.

“Huh?” Ethan stopped drinking so he could hear.

“You ready to go to the house?”

“Uh…” Ethan glanced towards his computer.

“The videos can wait. Its ok, Ethan.” Mark said.

Ethan just nodded before standing up. Ethan can sense both Mark’s and Tyler’s eyes on him the entire time. He kept his head down as he went back to his desk to grab his phone.

“You ready?” Tyler placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, almost protectively.

“Yeah.” Ethan said, slightly leaning into his touch.

Tyler smiled as he led them to his car.
They piled in. Tyler driving, Mark sitting shotgun, and Ethan in the back looking out the window. Mark and Tyler almost instantly started up a conversation and only a few minutes later, they realized Ethan’s responses had faded out.
They looked back to see Ethan curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Poor kid.” Mark sighed.

Tyler just nodded in agreement.
“Should we wake him or?”

“Nah, I’ll carry him in.”

Mark got out once the car was parked and opened Ethan’s door. Mark carefully slid an arm behind Ethan’s back and an arm under his knees.
Mark carried him bridal style through the house, with Tyler opening doors for him until they made it to Ethan’s bedroom.

“Alright we should get out and let him sleep.” Tyler said from the doorway.

“I’d love to but uh…”

“But what?”

“He’s not letting go.”

Tyler looked over and saw Ethan clinging to Mark’s arm like it was a stuffed animal.
Tyler chuckled.

“Should we take him to the couch then and watch a couple of movies til he wakes up?” Mark suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.”

~time skip~

Ethan woke the next morning to find himself squished between Tyler and Mark.
The tv was left on and there was discarded plates and cups on the coffee table, which led Ethan to believe they didn’t fall asleep there on purpose.
Ethan pulled the blanket that was draped across him up to his chin before snuggling back down.
Ethan had a soft smile on his face as he drifted back to sleep.

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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anonymous asked:

Your sidebar says that you're taking prompts!!! I'm so excited!! Can you write a Tony Stark after Civil War story? He's got no one now (except for Rhodey, god bless him), and he has to face the Rouge Avengers for some reason (maybe a pardon for them?), and they are incredibly mean to him. They snap at him, yell at him, treat him like shit. All of them. Rhodey puts an end to it when Tony can't handle it anymore and REALLY starts crying.

So far, the entire meeting has been a mess of Tony white-knuckling it through to the end and wishing for a drink he won’t have.

It’s the first time he’s had to talk to them personally, face-to-face. They’ve been in contact through intermediaries for six months now, but as the de-facto head of the Avengers, Tony has to be there for kicking off this process of re-instating them. No one asked his opinion on that, which is probably a good thing.

He’s held his tongue and kept the meeting going. Professional, calm. Cool. Concerned about the fate of the world.

Tony can take a few hits where they matter.

But it’s not easy. Maybe it’s being a year out of practice of taking said hits. Going soft, his new team around him. Maybe it’s the stress.

“Alright, but signing is a non-negotiable part of this deal,” Tony points out. “We can talk more amendments if that’s on your mind, but the fact of the matter is that the UN doesn’t trust your team without a signature saying you’ll play by the rules. It’s non-optional.”

“Because Stark always gets his way, right? Even if he has to break up a team, chase people out of their goddamn home, threaten to lock them up, and brow-beat them into it first.”

Tony blinks, takes a deep, shuddering breath, and continues. “You can take that up with the UN, I suppose. As far as your equipment–”

“That you stole–”

That I built, Tony wants to scream, hundreds of hours of sweat and tears and sometimes literal blood going into equipment they misused, didn’t appreciate. Certainly didn’t appreciate the creator.

The next breath is shakier. “They’re prepared to offer you loans of it once your name hits the page, and–”

“That belongs to us.”

“It doesn’t,” Rhodey says, speaking up for the first time in several minutes. He pushes himself to stand, a slow, laborious process. “It belongs to its creator, who lost sleep over it, gave up his own time and money to build it. Who you’ve disrespected again and again, and if it were up to me, I’m letting you know we wouldn’t be having these talks now. Unfortunately I don’t control the universe and have to contend with what’s coming. Now. We’re calling a break. See you tomorrow.”

Rhodey strong-arms Tony out of the room, no small feat considering he insisted on wearing his braces despite the fact that they still need a lot of work. Still, Tony goes willingly enough, more out of shock than anything else. Numbness.

“You okay, Tones?”

“No,” Tony says honestly. His therapist would be proud to hear the honesty, but if there’s anyone who will allow it, it’s Rhodey. Always, Rhodey.

“Yeah, no shit. Dumb question. What can I do?”

“Just…wait it out with me.”

Someone pulls a car around for them and Rhodey puts up the privacy partition right away, then opens his arms. “C'mere.”

Tony’s breath is shallow and broken, shuddering. “Christ,” he mumbles.


Tony wants to laugh but it sounds too wet, too broken. Rhodey squeezes him.

“I can go back and yell at them.”

“The universe doesn’t bow to our whims.”

“That mean no yelling?”

“Unfortunately.” Tony holds for a moment. “At least not until this is done.”

“I’ll save it up then. Make it a good one.”

Tony does manage to laugh a bit that time.

anonymous asked:

the thought of lexa trying to subtly look good for clarke is so cute to me askjadasd, but then i realize after the nightgown scene she probably mentally punched herself the entire night like "lexa your such an idiot why did you think she could ever like you like you like her, you screwed everything up" and it makes me cry

This. This face right here. I tear up every single time I see it. “I was just doing what was right for my people,” Clarke tells her. Look at the way her eyes flutter, at that brief moment when she just stares into nothing, before dropping her gaze. Lexa keeps her heart very guarded, feelings scare her because she got hurt in the past, badly. But here, during this scene, she is so incredibly vulnerable. And it’s not just about her looks: hair down instead of tight braids, face bruised and clean of warpaint, a light gown instead of the Commander’s coat. No, Lexa here is at her most vulnerable because for a second, she allowed herself to hope. Clarke fought for her the whole day, she told her she wouldn’t watch her die. She showed up for the duel to support Lexa anyway. In that very scene she subtly flirts with her. So Lexa allows herself to think “What if maybe…?

How much courage did she have to muster just to say this? Because this, this “thank you” right here, is ridiculously personal and intimate. It’s completely different from the “Thank you for staying” she tells Clarke in 3x03. It’s stripped of any political undertone. She is telling Clarke “I, Lexa, would have died without you.” AND, she is giving Clarke an opening to hopefully acknowledge why she went out of her way to try to help Lexa. 

But Clarke immediately shuts everything down. She paints her own actions as nothing but political choices. There is nothing more there. The concern was for her people, not for Lexa whatsoever. She cares about them, not about Lexa. How could she ever care about Lexa after what she did?

THIS. This is what is going through Lexa’s mind in that first gif. She allowed herself to hope for one second, but that second was enough to make the pain of disappointment so unbearable that she cannot hide it. It’s there, written all over her face. She literally lowers her gaze so that Clarke won’t see the sadness in her eyes. Her heart is definitely hurting right now, not to mention that she probably feels like a fool.

Okay but I cannot stress enough what a big deal this is for Lexa, in the saddest way. Hope ignites in her heart for the tiniest moment, and she latches on to it. She is so starved of love and affection that now that Clarke showed hints that maybe she cares, it is tremendously hard for Lexa to let go of that hope, even after Clarke shut it down with her words.

She is talking about the ambassadors, yes, but she is talking about herself too. She is saying “Please Clarke, please see that I was just trying to be a good leader. Please see that I never wanted to hurt you.” Again, she ~hopes~ that Clarke will understand and will stop hating her.

And Clarke shuts her down once again. She ends the conversation and tells Lexa goodnight, inviting her to leave. Lexa doesn’t argue, she doesn’t try to stay. She even smiles when she says “Goodnight ambassador.” But look at her face when she eventually leaves.

The pain is still all there. Now, we know why Clarke acted like this. She was hurt too and now she is simply trying to guard her heart as well. But Lexa… for once Lexa cannot see what is right in front of her. She just thinks she was a fool to hope that Clarke could ever care about her. She ruins everything she touches, why should Clarke ever love her back?

So clouded by sadness and self-loathing, she doesn’t see that Clarke in fact, can, and does, love her back.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you're still doing this but think you could give some sensory disorder aus?

disability au’s: sensory disorder!

  • “I come across as this Cool Badass™ because I wear sunglasses indoors but really my eyes are just extra sensitive to light so haha u thought—im pathetic like everyone else”
  • “my situation inspired you to make this art work that allows the color blind to see the colors they couldn’t before and since you made it for me, i tried it out and holy shit…i think i might cry”
  • “my hearing got messed up after an accident and so everything is really loud to me except you—you mumble your words according to all the complaints I hear, but it’s actually a perfect level for me and idk I think this is a match made in heaven??”
  • “there’s an entire project requiring to touch this fabric and you decide to come help me after ten minutes of me staring at it because I absolutely cannot stand the feel of it on my fingers–thanks”
  • “I didn’t mean to randomly start feeling the hem of your shirt but holy shit this fabric is so soft—all the other types rub my skin raw and yours is exactly what I need”
  • “yeah yeah okay I have a weirdly strong sense of smell quit telling everyone I’m a werewolf”
    • “okay vampire”
  • “every time I six next to you in class you keep fucking getting up and moving away and it pisses me off bc what did I even do to you:”
    • “turns out your sense of smell picks up my perfume twice as well and it gives you a headache…oops”
    • “turns out I scratch my pencil on my paper when I write and you will literally go mad at that sound amplified in your ear”
    • “either way you hate it bc I’m hella cute and you wanna stay by my side”
  • “I like watching you because you remind me of my dog whenever you hear something coming — your face and ears kinda perk up and you look around real fast because noises sound like they’re right next to you and u flip out”
  • “I’m pretty sure you only love me because I have no sense of smell to smell the shit covering our child’s diaper”
  • “I have a habit of talking shit under my breath and I forget you can always hear me when I complain and repeat what I say BUT LOUDER SO I KNOW I AINT SHIT”

anonymous asked:

How about Harry seeing how many times he can actually make u cum? Like maybe you've just had ur first big one and you're trying to calm down when Harry starts rubbing at ur nub again and you gasp "w-what are you doing?" And he has this tranced look on his face and properly spends the next few hours making u shake and cry

Because it’s not just about how many times can he make you come, it’s all the different ways he can, too. Because maybe you were at dinner with friends and had a few too many, so you made an off-hand comment about how clitoral stimulation is the best and easiest way to get you off. And Harry took that as a personal challenge. 

By the time he’s got you on the bed, naked and writhing beneath him while his thumb is poised expertly over your clit and only one more swipe across is needed to finish the job…he stops. And asks if it really is the best way to get you off. Luckily he’s not that cruel and starts up again, letting you sink right back into that sweet spot that you soon fall numb in and melt away completely. 

But you can hardly soak up the afterglow as he’s back rubbing on you with his longest finger finding your g-spot and telling you to come hither. The motion crumples your body involuntarily, still highly sensitive and alert, but all he does is continue to heap pleasure upon you with a focused stare as he rolls his tongue between his teeth. 

“W-what are you doing?” He’s left your clit alone for now, focusing all of his energy on fingering that spot deep inside you in a way that has your belly clenching and heart racing. 

“Think I need to remind yeh of summat, petal.” Your thighs start to close in around his hand, squeezing tightly and limiting his ability. But with one strong arm he’s able to wrangle them and hold you down so you can’t hide from the sensations he’s giving you. 

He presses hard against your spongy spot and you can’t contain the cry that leaves your lips and wracks through your whole body. As orgasm trembles throughout you, you fall heavily back to the bed, Harry’s fingers leaving you only for a moment as he crawl on top of you. 

He swipes away a small tear that’s leaked from the corner of your eye, ensuring he has your attention before speaking. “Getting yeh off all ways is easy for me.” 

And he further proves his point the rest of the night, allowing his tongue, his fingers, and his cock to take turns gracing you with pleasure. 

You're my home

Originally posted by supernatxralgifs

Warnings: Reader is a single mom. (very young single mom). Fluff.

Notes: And here i am with another fluff Jensen x Reader, sorry, that’s my thing. I inspired myself on the story of Savannah and Everleigh Soutas, and in the lovely couple, Savannah and Cole LaBrant, because they are amazingggg!!!!! I hope you like this! (Thinking about opening my requests soon!!!). Special thank you @realdiepie and @bleu-dans-la-nuit

“Are you ready sweetie?” You asked your daughter who was putting one of her stuffed toys in your bag.

“Yeah.” She answered with her cute little voice. She was only three years old, and you already didn’t want her to grow up anymore. “Mommy let’s go!” She said excited making you laugh. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You said locking your house, opening the car and putting her in the baby seat. Since the start of the Supernatural series, you had been a huge fan. You loved the characters, you loved the cast and you loved the show. And now, a convention in your city was finally happening. And since Lottie, your little girl, loved the series too - the episodes you allowed her to see at least -, she was going with you. And it wasn’t like you had anyone to watch her for you if you went alone…

“Are we here?” She asked looking through the window and you smiled, sighing.  

“Yes, Lottie, we’re here.” You said excitedly taking her out of the car. You couldn’t believe this was going to happen! Everything was so surreal. You entered the hotel where the convention was happening and immediately saw a bunch of fans, mostly teenagers, wearing Supernatural shirts, taking pictures and cosplaying. You put a white shirt in Lottie that said “Protected by Sam and Dean", with purple and blue dotted pants; and you worr a black shirt that said  “The hell protected by Sam and Dean. I got this shit" and jeans. 

Because Lottie was young, you didn’t pay for anything else but the Photo Op with Jared and Jensen. She wouldn’t stand being in the hotel with noisy fans all day. 

“Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” A redhead girl with glasses in line in front of you said when she looked to your daughter and you laughed. 

“Hey honey.” 

“Hello.” Lottie said a little embarrassed. “I like your hair, it’s like mine!” She continued, talking about her strawberry-blonde hair, and the woman laughed looking at you. 

“She’s shy just during the first few seconds, then, she’s a talker.” You explained and your daughter looked at you with a smile and gave a small laugh.

“Thank you! I like yours too! What’s your name?” She asked.

“Lottie! What’s yours?” Lottie answered holding your hand.

“Amy. Do you like Supernatural?” 

“Yeah!” Your daughter answered excitedly and you smiled. You had raised her well. “I looove Dean, but momma said that his real name is Jense.” You and Lottie started to talk to the woman, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had a friend. You were only 19 when you got pregnant and your family… well, your family wasn’t exactly supportive. You had to move from your city, and your friends - at least the ones that remained - stayed there. And now between watching Lottie, writing and working in the restaurant, you didn’t have time to make friends.

“Mommy….” Lottie said sleepily, resting her head on your shoulder. 

“I know, I know.” You answered kissing her forehead. You had been in the line for a few hours now, and this was pretty hard when you had a little daughter. First she was running around and talking to everyone, but now she was starting to get sleepy and it hurt your heart that you just couldn’t go home and put her to sleep. Amy was next, so you were almost getting in. 

“Okay, here I go, wish me luck! And please (Y/N), call me, let’s go grab a drink sometime.” She said and you smiled giving her a clumsy hug.

“We sure will, have fun!” You said excited referring to the photo OP and she smiled.

“Bye Lottie, it was so good to meet you!” She said and Lottie waved saying a cute “Bye”. 

“Are you excited? We are next!” You said trying to cheer her up.

“I am momma, but I’m tired.” She said and you gave her a small smile. This broke your heart in pieces. Cliff was there, and you and Amy talked to him a little.

“Is she okay?” He asked when he came back from the room where the pictures were being taken. Lottie started to groan and you felt tears in your shirt. Oh no…

“She’s tired.” You said rubbing her back and her cries started to get loud.

“Oh” He said putting his hand on her back to help to calm her down. “You are almost going in okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You said with a soft smile and he smiled. He was a sweet guy and it was so nice to meet him. Lottie started to cry louder and rub her eyes, and sadly you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Lottie we gonna see Dean and Sam, you love them!” You said to her but she didn’t stop crying. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You heard a very familiar voice in front of you.

Holy crap.

You slowly looked up to the person who had just talked and gasped in shock. It’s was Jensen fucking Ackles in flesh. He was incredibly handsome, nothing compared to what we saw on the series. He was tall, had the most beautiful green eyes you ever seen in your life (after your daughter’s, of course… she was your daughter after all) and boy did he smell good. 

Jensen stopped when he got out of the room and saw you. He was paralyzed. He never though this could happen just from seeing someone, but you were beautiful, and immediately caught his attention. 

But the little girl’s cry woke him up, making him look at her and his face turned to a hurt face. He hated hearing kids cry, it was the worst sound in the entire world in his opinion. Not because it was annoying or anything like that, but because his heart turned into dust when he heard it, it was like something was hurting him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said getting close to you, making your heart speed up. You couldn’t open your mouth to even say “Hi”. “What’s the matter?” He asked to Lottie putting his hand in her back and like a miracle, she stopped crying to look at him, still rubbing her eyes. 

“Are you… Jense?” She asked confused, altering her look between you and him. He smiled, and when he looked at you, you felt your legs shake. 

“Yeah I am princess.” He said sweetly holding her hand. “And what’s your name?”

“Lottie…” She answered softly.

“Well Lottie, can you tell me why you were crying?” You didn’t think he could get any cuter, then he turned to you and said: “Can I pick her up?” You nodded, unable to say anything, and when he extended his arms to her, she immediately went to him.

“C'mon inside.” He said to you with a smile, nodding his head towards the door and you two entered.

“I want to sleep.” Lottie answered with a pout making you two laugh. You didn’t see Jared anywhere.

“You want to sleep? Okay, I know a quiet room for you to sleep after this.” He said with a big smile and you frowned. “And tell me, Lottie, what’s your gorgeous mom’s name?” He asked to her while looking at you, and you felt your checks burn.

“Hm…” She started thinking about it and you laughed. “Mommy” She answered and he laughed loudly, you too.

“(Y/N). Big fan.” You said and he smiled, giving you a clumsy hug with the arm he wasn’t holding your daughter and making you shiver.

“Pleasure to met you (Y/N).” Jensen said looking straight into your eyes and you smiled. “Jared just went to the bathroom, he will be back in a second for us to take the picture.”

“It’s alright” You said. Jensen’s eyes locked with yours and if it wasn’t for Lottie, he had a feeling that you would be looking at each other for some time. 

“I looove Dean, he’s so cute.” She said and Jensen looked at her in awe.

“He is? He thinks you’re a pretty little girl too.” He said before coming to look back to you. “She’s pretty smart for a… I’m guessing four?”

“She’s three.” You said feeling proud of your daughter. 

“Wow, just three. Most of the young girls can’t tell the difference between me and Dean.” He explained looking surprised at her, and even though she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, she gave a little laugh circling her small arms around Jensen’s neck. 

“I don’t know why, but she’s just learned your…”

“SAM!” She screamed looking behind Jensen to where Jared appeared. You looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome too. You just couldn’t believe you were face to face with them. 

“… Name.” You finished after Lottie’s interruption and Jensen laughed.

“Hello there honey!” Jared said with a big smile when he saw her. “Hello there sweetheart!” This time, the hello was for you, and your smile grew even more when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a strong hug. He smelled pretty nice too. “You okay?” He asked looking straight into your eyes too.

“Yeah…” You said with a sigh of adoration and he smiled kissing your forehead.  

“Great.” Jared said. “Now, you!” He said pointing at your daughter. “I want a hug too!” He said and she smiled going to his arms. 

“Your daughter is simply adorable.” Jensen said appearing by your side when Jared started to talk with Lottie. 

“Thank you.” You said happily. “You know, sometimes I think that I wouldn’t have found strength to raise her alone if it wasn’t for you guys, you know, the campaigns and all the love.” You said referring to the Always Keep Fighting campaign, and Jensen’s face turned serious, looking straight at you. You gasped in surprise when he just drew you into a strong hug. 

“I’m glad you did.” He said still hugging you. “The guy who left you was a douche, you are so beautiful and amazing, he doesn’t know what he is missing.” He said making tears come up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing someone could’ve say to you. 

“What do you think about taking that picture?” Jared asked excited, and you shook your head trying to prevent the tears from falling before agreeing. You stayed in the middle of them, Jared’s arm that wasn’t holding Lottie circling your waist and Jensen’s arm in your shoulders. You smiled and you heard Chris snapping two pictures. Lucky you.

“Thank you.” You said first to Chris, who smiled to you. “Thank you guys, you have no idea how much this means to me and to Lottie. We really appreciate it.” You said turning to them, and they smiled. 

“Thank you.” Lottie said quietly and they both looked at her in ‘awe’. “I love you guys. This much!” She said opening her arms and you laughed.

“We love you too.” Jensen said and opened his arms. “This much!” She laughed and Jared put her in the ground after he kissed her forehead. Jensen bent down to give her a hug while Jared hugged you whispering “thank you, I love you” in your ear.

Jensen stood up, and hugged you strong, kissing your cheek, taking more time than necessary. Not that you were complaining. 

“So Cliff is gonna take you to a quiet cast room for Lottie to sleep a little bit until the panels start. Are you going to see ours?” Jensen asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh… I didn’t pay for anything else other than the OP, I didn’t think Lottie would be able to stand it.” You explained surprised, and he and Jared exchanged looks.

“You want to see our panel?” Jared asked while Lottie held your hand. “Cause we can arrange that." 

"If you think Lottie can handle it after getting some sleep, you can stay.” Jensen said, hoping that you would. Why the hell was he so intrigued about you?

“Oh my god guys, really?” You said surprised feeling your heart beat faster. “You can do that for me?" 

"Yeah, definitely!” Jared said smiling and you smiled too.

“Well… What do you think Lottie?” You asked looking down at her, and she smiled excitedly.

“Yes!” She said happily and you looked back to them with a smile.

“I guess we will stay then!” You said happily and both of them smiled, feeling satisfied with your answer. Especially Jensen…

Part 2

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I was wondering if I can get a head cannon of MC and rfa losing a baby and then maybe finally having one eventually? I lost my baby when I was a lil over 5 months and it crushed me. I've come to peace with it, but I'd love something to read and emotionally connect with. You're an amazing writer so I'm excited to see what you can do(:

Oh my goodness anonny you’re an amazing and such a strong person to have gone through that! I sincerely wish you happiness and love, I’m so happy to hear that this game has helped you overcome such a tough time! Thank you so much for your patience, I wanted to take my time and give you a well-thought out response plus I kind of got carried away when writing these! I truly hope that you enjoy, if you need me to change anything please don’t hesitate to ask!! :)

Side Note/Warning: I decided to get rid of the under the cut thingie since I had a few people message me about it not working plus it wasn’t working on my mobile. So this is a warning. this headcanon talks about pre-mature child deaths and I know that this cane make some people uncomfortable so please skip this one if you feel this way. Anyways, there’s my warning and I hope that the rest of you enjoy!! ^^


  • You and Yoosung were elated to see that your pregnancy test came back positive
  • The two of you had been trying for a while now to become pregnant and now that you finally were, Yoosung couldn’t stop tears of joy from flowing
  • You and Yoosung moved out of his small apartment and into a larger family home, immediately preparing for the baby’s arrival
  • The two of you even crocheted a tiny baby blanket together, Yoosung said happily that you both sewed it with love
  • Everything seemed to be going fine with the pregnancy until one morning you woke up and shrieked as you saw blood between your thighs and a sharp pain in your lower abdomen
  • Yoosung jumped out of bed and drove you as fast as he could to the doctors, trying to calm you down but deep down he knew what the truth was
  • When the doctor told the two of you that the you had a miscarriage, you sobbed into Yoosung’s shoulder as silent tears slid down his cheeks
  • Yoosung helped calm you down enough to take you back home but your crying started again when you walked past the nursery
  • Every night you and Yoosung would lay your crochet blanket in between the two of you, whispering ‘Good night’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ to your unborn daughter
  • It took a while, but after enough time of mourning for your daughter, you and Yoosung decided to try for another child
  • And when you became pregnant again, the two of you cried tears of happiness for two hours straight
  • This time, Yoosung studied regular medicine along side his usual veterinarian medicine to ensure that this child would be born happy and healthy
  • When it came time for the delivery, Yoosung was extremely nervous that something would happen to either you or your child but the birth went without any flaws
  • Yoosung held his newborn son close to his chest, kissing his tiny head as tears littered all three of your faces
  • You and Yoosung would constantly be with your son, giving him all of the love and attention that he deserved
  • The little Kim even inherited his older sister’s crochet blanket and when he would cry at night, Yoosung would wrap his son in the blanket which would immediately stop his crying
  • Yoosung would rock his son back and forth, telling his son how much you, himself, and his unborn older sister loved him and how she would always watch over the three of you


  • After establishing a relationship of love and trust, you and Zen decided that you both wanted children
  • So when your pregnancy test came back positive, you and Zen couldn’t be happier as he peppered your face with kisses and twirled you around
  • Preparing for the baby’s arrival would be a fun yet challenging time for the two of you
  • Zen became increasingly nervous about being a father but after much reassurance from you, he started to believe that he could be an amazing dad for his child
  • He even told his family about the pregnancy and while they still didn’t accept Zen back, his mother gave him a pair of his old booties for his child to wear
  • As your due date approached, Zen couldn’t help but notice how you didn’t seem like your tummy was growing big enough to support s baby, but he didn’t want to worry you so he kept his mouth shut
  • It wasn’t until one day at rehearsals that Zen received an emergency phone call from an ambulance driver that you were in the hospital that Zen felt true panic within himself
  • Zen rushed to the hospital to find you lying in bed, crying your eyes out as the doctor explained that your baby didn’t survive
  • To Zen, it felt like his entire world was coming crashing down but he knew that he didn’t have time to wallow in his own self-pity, he needed to take care of you no matter what
  • Every night Zen would have to calm you down from waking up with nightmares, you’d have to cling onto your husband’s old booties that were meant to be given to your son as Zen would softly sing or hum until you fell back asleep
  • Only when he knew for sure that you were asleep did Zen allow himself to cry for the death of his unborn son, not realizing that this process would be so painful
  • With time, both you and Zen healed and when the time was right, you both mutually agreed to try for another child
  • Zen broke down into a crying mess when you told him that you were pregnant, vowing that o matter what he would see his child be born
  • He was there with you every step of the way during this pregnancy, especially when you squeezed the life out of his hand during your perfect delivery
  • Zen looked down to be greeted with a pair of crimson irises as tears filled his own eyes as he looked at his son
  • He became extremely protective of his new son but still very loving and caring over him, especially when he wore his unborn older brother’s booties which he would always become a happy baby when he wore them
  • When your son outgrew the tiny booties, you, Zen, and your son would visit your eldest son’s grave and placed them onto of the grave as they talked to him
  • As Zen held his second son in his arms, he’d silently tell his first son how much he and you love him and how Zen knows that he’ll always watch over the three of them


  • It had always been your dream to have children and you couldn’t have though of a better partner to have a family with then Jaehee
  • She always had a motherly aura to her so when you brought up the idea of having children with her, she agreed
  • After much consideration, you and Jaehee had decided to go with a sperm donor from one of your close male friends
  • As your tummy grew bigger and bigger, yours and Jaehee’s excitement grew as well when the doctors told you that you would be having a daughter
  • Jaehee showed a newfound love of crafting and with your help, made a tiny pink floral headband for your daughter
  • All seemed to be going well with the pregnancy until you felt a sharp pain in your tummy so unbearable that you couldn’t even stand straight
  • Jaehee rushed you to the hospital only to hear the worst news imaginable, that you baby girl no longer had a heartbeat and had to be removed
  • Tears poured down your cheeks as Jaehee gripped your hand tightly letting her own tears fall
  • When the two of you got home, you clutched the small headband that you and Jaehee made for your daughter to your chest, with fresh tears falling
  • It hurt Jaehee seeing you this upset, so she wiped her own tears away and became your shoulder to cry on
  • After a while, you shakily asked Jaehee if she wanted to try for a child again, telling her that this is your dream and you know that she’d make an amazing mother
  • She immediately agreed so the two of you went to a different sperm donor, a friend of Jaehee’s
  • In a couple of months, you became pregnant again, much to both of your happiness and this time, Jaehee constantly reminded you to take your vitamins and to let her know if you feel any pain
  • Jaehee was there with you every step of the way, giving you lots of encouragement as you gave birth to a healthy baby girl
  • Your little girl was bombarded with love from you and Jaehee, even dressing her up with his unborn older sister’s headband which always seemed to make her smile
  • Jaehee would hold her daughter at night and would tell her how much her mommy’s plus her unborn older sister loved her, the little girl would grow up knowing that her family loved her and would always watch over her


  • After the two of you got married, Jumin was eager to finally start a family with you
  • Once you came out of the bathroom with a positive pregnancy test and happy tears, Jumin felt his heart sing with joy as he tightly embraced you
  • The two of you had so much fun decorating the baby’s room, often having debates on the color of the wall, what the baby should wear Jumin wanted cat onesies and what kind of toys the little one would have
  • While the two of you did disagree on most things, you and Jumin bought a little cat stuffed animal for your child, one thing you both agreed they needed
  • As your tummy grew, you started to feel more and more pain, one day it became too much and had Driver Kim take you to the hospital
  • Once Jumin was notified, he stormed out of his office and rushed to your side only to find you sobbing that your baby boy’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck
  • Jumin was stunned, begging the doctors to do something, anything to save his child but he knew deep down that his son was no longer here
  • You would cry every time you walked past the nursery with Jumin gently holding your shoulder as you sat in the rocking chair, holding the cat plushie as you told your unborn son how much you loved him
  • After a while, you and Jumin decided that you both wanted to try for a child again
  • This pregnancy went as smoothly as any pregnancy could go since Jumin hired the best doctors, chefs, and caretakers
  • Jumin couldn’t stop his smiling when he saw you deliver a healthy baby girl into the world, holding her close to his chest as he fell to his knees from happiness
  • Your daughter inherited her unborn older brother’s cat stuffed animal, always seeming to laugh and smile when she held it
  • Jumin would hold his tiny daughter at night, softly singing to her and telling her that her unborn older brother would always watch over them and that he’d always protect her


  • Seven had always dreamed of having a large family with you
  • So when you excitedly showed him your positive pregnancy test, Seven fell to the floor holding your still flat tummy, thanking you repeatedly as he kissed your tummy
  • He tighten his security system, especially in his baby’s room and went to building so many robo cats
  • But Seven wanted to give your child something that the two of you made with love together so you both agreed and created a space and cat themed mobile for the top of their crib
  • Life seemed to be going so well for Seven until one night when the two of you were watching a movie
  • You suddenly gripped his arm as he saw blood trickled between your thighs as you said that you were in a lot of pain
  • Seven raced you to the hospital, praying that everything was okay, but they were far from it
  • The doctor informed you and Seven that your baby was no longer alive, with you immediately bursting into tears and Seven feeling a crushing weight in his chest
  • When the two of you got back home, Seven laid you down in bed, gently hushing you until you fell asleep in his arms
  • That was when Seven let himself cry, asking God why he hated him so much to take his son away from him
  • The two of you got through the mourning process together and eventually, you and Seven were ready to try for a child again
  • As if God was listening to Seven’s prayers, your pregnancy went flawlessly, the only thing was Seven needed to have his hand checked out by the doctor since you squeezed it so hard
  • Seven held his son close to him, gently putting his ear to his son’s heart, hearing the beats made him cry tears of joy
  • The little Choi had his unborn older brother’s mobile and would always seem to stare at it in wonder when it slowly spun
  • Seven would hold his son at night, gently telling him that even though he would never meet his older brother in this world, someday you, Seven, the little boy, and his unborn older brother would meet and become a true family

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice as to how best to react when a friend is upset? I have asperger's and I never know what to say or do. It makes me anxious because I'm afraid I'll make things worse. I thought you might have advice because you're a therapist, so I presume you deal with people being upset a lot.

here is my two-step guide to being a good friend to someone who is upset:

1. Listen. really, really listen. just be there and allow your friend to vent, cry, bitch, explain- whatever they need to do. pay attention to what they have to say without interjecting your opinion or trying to solve the problem or comparing it to your own situation. 

2. Validate their experience. Validation is not agreeing with someone. It is acknowledging and honoring their experience. Validation can be as simple as saying “that sucks. I’m sorry you have to deal with this.” Don’t try to make validation too complicated- again, it is only acknowledging and honoring their experience. Not understanding it, not agreeing, not having a similar experience, not telling them it’ll be okay, not trying to fix it. Just acknowledge what they’re going through and honor the validity of their feelings about it.  

Love Bites (part 1)

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Summary: Spn Au. Focuses mostly on a flashback of the last time you saw your best friend, Cas, before he went off to college and you left town to travel. You’re both back in your home town for your 10 year high school reunion.

Warnings: Minor angst, a little fluff, and some fluffy and awkward smut (female receiving oral sex, fingering, losing of virginity by both male and female, brief painful sex.)

A/N: This series is for the @casbabydontgoineedyou 1k follower celebration (my phrase doesn’t come until a bit later.) Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you want to be on my master tag list, just send me an ask or DM.


You had always been considered a bit of a rebel. You had never really concerned yourself with the opinions of others or what path you were supposed to take.

After high school, everyone else was running off to college to plan their boring careers; while you thought traveling the world, working odd jobs in odd towns seemed more your style.

This week was your 10 year high school reunion. You had thought about skipping it until you saw your former best friend, Cas, was on the list of attendees. He had been one of the good little boys to choose the traditional path and you thought about the day you told him you were skipping the graduation ceremony.

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anonymous asked:

What the actual fuck is wrong with you, you fucked up messed up piece of shit? Being happy over findings of severe illness in another person. Have some fucking compassion. You're a fucked up horrible person. Those findings you got so excited about made someone stay up nights worried about. Their parents crying. What the fuck is wrong with you huh? Be ashamed of yourself. People like you shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a fucking hospital. Disgusting.

If I ever wrote in a post I was happy over signs of severe illness in a patient, let me assure you I definitely did NOT feel how you think I did. I find medicine fascinating. Reading about  the pathophysiology of different diseases and their treatment interests me. When I come across a case or findings I have never seen before, I am intrigued and my curiosity is piqued. However, along with being intrigued, I also feel for the patient. I think about the effects of the disease on the body and the symptoms the patient is experiencing and I feel sorry for them. Then my mind goes to how the disease could be treated, how the patient could be made comfortable and am cheered by the fact that we can help alleviate the patient’s suffering.          

 Did I make them sick? No.  Am I somehow  obstructing their treatment? No. Do I want to help them? With all of my heart. Do I want to talk to them, take a good h&p, see their various lab results and read more about their case and it’s treatment? Yes.                                                                                                                                     

Being interested in reading a patient’s file or feeling lucky to observe an operation does not mean I wish more people would get sick. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can i request for an eisuke angst? I understand if you don't want to, i know you're busy. I just want to say that you are one of the best writers ever!!! <3

Haven’t written anything KBTBB related in a while, let’s see how well I do for this haha! Eisuke angst here ya go lovely anon, thank you for the compliment! Just a short drabble.

“You say you love me, but so what? You aren’t exactly the first, and you certainly won’t be the last”

Those words rang round and round in my mind as I lay in my bed, alone, no one beside me to comfort me. I never would have thought that this would have happened, and yet, the pain in my chest and the tear stained pillow is what kept reminding me that is was. All too real. The last thing I expected to say to him was that. Sure, looking back when I first met him, yeah, maybe those were the kind of things he would say to me, not the other way round. But I was just so hurt, so upset at what he had done, I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out.

He promised, he promised me that he wouldn’t do it. I trusted him and he went behind my back. Out of all the things that I thought Eisuke was capable of, cheating being one, I didn’t think he would do this. He knew I had been looking forward to our wedding for months, planning, re-planning, making it our own special occasion, and he promised he would make sure that that day he would keep free. No meetings, no business arrangements, no hotel, no auctions, nothing. And yet, he had come up to me during the time I had been finishing off booking in a time for me to pick up my wedding dress, just to say the wedding would have to be postponed. Why? Because he’d stupidly booked in a meeting with a new client for the auctions, a day that only the client could do, no other day, that day or nothing.

The tears spilled over again, he had chosen work over me, broken a promise just so he could have more money. He was just a plain and simple greedy bastard who still couldn’t understand what love meant. We argued. We yelled. We shouted. I cried and ended up cancelling the whole wedding. Apparently I didn’t understand his life. No, I could and I had done for years. I’d accepted him, all of him, never got upset when he had to cancel on me due to a work commitment. His job was his life, I understood that, fully. It was him who couldn’t understand me. I only wanted one day, was that too much to ask? Clearly it was. I’d even seen Soryu get together with someone, even he sacrificed his work just to see her, why couldn’t Eisuke do that? I told him that, I said he didn’t really love me if he was choosing work over me. He disagreed, he did say he loved me, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. The words spilled out, I was done, completely and utterly done with this man. I could find someone else, someone who respected me, treated me well, and at least be more than happy to give me days of his time that I deserved.

I left, I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. I glanced at my phone that I had switched off. As soon as I got a room in a different hotel, I had rang all of the companies who were providing me something or the wedding to cancel them all. I kept my composure, even when the florist asked if everything was ok, I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t allow myself to, not until I was in bed, locked in the room, phone off, safe from prying eyes and ears.

I would move on. It would take some time, a lot of time, but, I could do it. I was past caring about Eisuke anymore, he could go on to make more money every day, have one night stands, maybe even find someone who would be willing to keep cancelling their wedding date, but I wouldn’t care. My heart had hurt for far too long, it was time for me to be happy, and not to keep sacrificing for a man who didn’t truly love or appreciate me. I was done. It was time to move on.

anonymous asked:

Like do u hate felicity bc she took laurels spot? Like cmon the chemistry between Stephen and KATIE just did not exist. It was bad. Like I love laurel, she was so much better apart. Also I'm sorry but Emily's acting is 100000x better than Katie's, katie is a brick. I'm not TRYNA hate but I just wanna understand why you're so hateful towards one female character? Why not just support both?

For starters, I don’t think Felicity “took Laurel’s spot.” The only character that exists to take Laurel’s spot is “Dinah Drake” and I have problems with that for reasons I’ve listed time and time again (and especially, most recently in a post that probably hasn’t escaped the first page of my blog). 

As for Felicity, there are a laundry list of reasons why I stopped enjoying the character. She’s a “reset to factory default settings” kind of character in that she’s one-dimensional and isn’t allowed to grow or evolve beyond what and who we’ve known her to be (which I think is a result of the writers thinking they’ve struck gold with her and don’t need to develop her). For a character to be that way, and get the level of attention/focus/screentime that she pulls week to week, it’s frustrating. There have been multiple instances where the writers have given her a great story, and chosen to do nothing with it, for example, when Felicity was attacked by Darhk and ended up in a wheelchair, the writers didn’t use it to propel her down an interesting, and character-building arc, instead they had a magical chip that restored her ability to walk and she was made to be completely fine — restored to factory default settings. I also find her to lack empathy, and empathy is a quality I admire in characters of fiction and people in real life, so it’s hard to relate to someone who refuses to put themselves in someone else’s shoes to understand their actions and their choices and somehow makes it all about themselves instead (eg. the entire situation with Samantha Clayton, and Oliver’s son). I think her storyline in Season 3 ruined her for me, specifically in her treatment of Ray. I will never understand how she could have played with his feelings like that and talked to Oliver as though she would drop Ray like a bag of shit the second he was willing to give in to his feelings for her (which she kind of ended up doing anyway). And to refuse telling Ray that she doesn’t love him, and has feelings for Oliver, but to still rock up at his place of business and be like, “hey can I borrow a jet?” And ya’ll can say “yeah but it was to save Thea” but she was like “lol let Thea die, it’s not worth it, Oliver.” Her entire romantic relationship with Oliver was forced and rushed and the feelings were fabricated for plot-purposes at the beginning of Season 3, and so it was impossible for me to enjoy them as a couple (and yes, it’s important to bring up because Felicity was basically just a love interest for Season 3 and Season 4). I also hate the fact that we’ve seen no fucking long-term consequences and/or guilt for her nuking Havenrock and for her losing Billy Malone. Ten thousand innocent lives are dead because of her, and she was guilt-ridden for a single scene in Season 5. And we had to see another shot of Emily Bett Rickards “trying to cry” over losing Billy, but we never got the time to invest in that relationship, and she never seems to acknowledge it in a real, human way but instead can use it as a way to justify being pushed into Helix? Again, it ties back to her being a “reset to default factory settings.” And most importantly, I hate that she never has to earn anything on the show — she never had to earn her job at Palmer Tech, or earn becoming CEO, she never had to earn being the main love interest of the show and that development is literally non-existent, she never had to earn being somewhat competent in the field to take on the League of Assassins or the Ghosts, or whoever else she’s fought, and in a show about earning your role as a hero and facing a crucible to become something else, she’s literally done shit all to get to where she’s been. And look, I was a huge fan of her in the first season. But I remember slowly getting sick of it in S2 because her dynamic, and her role was growing very stale. I know people like to think it’s because I’m a Laurel fan, and a Lauriver fan, but it’s not true. The reason I don’t like Felicity Smoak, in a nutshell, is because I fundamentally disagree with how she is written and until the writing changes to fix the issues that I have, there’s no way I can “support her.” But that’s the beauty of the world — we don’t all share the same opinion, and you coming into my inbox trying to say “support both” whilst not-so-subtly dragging Katie Cassidy… it’s not incentive for me to agree. 

I hope that answered the first part of your question. 

On the topic of terrible acting, my initial problem with Emily Bett Rickards was the way she spoke her lines — it often felt like she was reading off a script, and they were very monotonous and almost robotic. Moments where it felt a little better was when she was able to have some personality behind it, and/or some passion. And then it felt like she was improving (specifically the “keep fighting” scene in S2). But it’s still how she delivers the lines, and so I’m not a big fan of it. And beyond that, I don’t think she’s cut out to do serious and dramatic scenes that involve extreme emotions, like being distraught. As funny of a meme the “No, Ray, Olibur” thing is, it comes from a place of how awful the acting and the writing was in that scene to the point where it’s comical. But she’s great at comedy, and she’s great at being the comedic relief. I just don’t think she’s mastered the art of doing serious drama. I mean, did you see the episode of Legends where they tried to make her a superhero? Anyway, you opened the floor on discussing acting ability and so I thought I’d share as well :) 

Now, onto the chemistry part of the question. Chemistry is subjective. You don’t see it for Laurel and Oliver – that’s fine! Frankly, when I look at Oliver and Felicity, it’s kind of awkward. She looks way too young for him, or he looks way too old for her, or maybe it’s both. And the truth is, I don’t see romantic chemistry between them. I see that it’s written in the script for them to kiss and say “I love you”, and that’s how it feels. Scripted. Forced. I like the kind of chemistry that isn’t one-dimensional. I like that Laurel and Oliver can fight, and scream and have conflict and drama because they’re mature about it and it feels real and it feels like there’s all this history between them that bubbles up to the surface during those heated moments. I like that when they are together, romantically, it feels and looks like they belong and all that history has culminated in something beautiful and logical. I like that when they’re friends, you see a gentle side to them and a platform that was established and that will hold through anything. I don’t get that with Felicity and Oliver (mostly because the writing for them never warranted the relationship in the first place, but also because of the romantic chemistry lacking). But as I said, it’s subjective. You think Katie is a brick when she acts? Fine. I think Emily has very limited range and a lack of experience that shows in close to every episode. Each to their own. 

(I do want to say, though, that despite not being a fan of one’s acting ability, I have nothing against Emily Bett Rickards personally and actively do my part to make sure people from the LL don’t direct hate towards her on Twitter, which is more that I can say for the Olicity fandom that targets Katie)

Now, the reason I don’t and can’t support both is because I’m not willing to overlook serious flaws and spend my time on my blog being fake. If you go all the way back through my blog, you’ll see that I used to be a fan of both and I used to adore Felicity Smoak. I don’t anymore (for some of the reasons I mentioned above). Hope that answered your questions! 

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 27 (M)

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 2122 23 24 25 26 27 (final)

Chapter 27 - Today

You just want to make pancakes, but Jungkook has other plans…

Word Count: 2.5k (of 73k)

Warnings: a lot of smut and a fluffiness

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anonymous asked:

i'm just saying if you WANTED to elaborate on why you're more certain than ever j0nerys isn't happening, i would gladly offer you my firstborn or a crateful of the beverage of your choice, whichever you prefer

babies freak me out, so i’ll opt for a crate of strawberitas. now buckle tf up, we’re going for a ride:

first and foremost, we must dispel of the notion that the series’ title—a song of ice and fire—was conceived as such to reflect a romantic link between j (ice) and d (fire), for three reasons:

  • 1. grrm had this title in mind when he penned his original outline, which included a romance between j and arya, so this alone concludes that grrm did not intend any j/d romantic subtext in the title, nor are they endgame, despite what people try to tell you otherwise
  • 2. while i hesitate to cite anyone as the main character in this ensemble cast, the fact remains that j is ice and fire all on his own. not to mention, grrm has said that if you hone in on these two characters alone, you’re missing 90% of the story. that’s a lot of story to miss out on when your focus is on the alleged leads alone
  • 3. FURTHERMORE. let’s say that ice and fire does represent j and d (you know, for funsies): “and” is not equivalent to a heart with an arrow through it. in the event that the title does represent j and d, far more likely it’s as opposing ends, and this “song” is really a war (or some other showdown, throwdown, face-off, dance-off—pick your poison, but it’s not gonna taste like love potion #9)


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anonymous asked:

Lololol hey dork! It's me again. I never imagined that you would spasm over the keyboard like that after I gave my honest compliments lol. It makes me happy to read that YOU'RE happy. Totally worth staying up a little extra at ass-o-clock in the morning. Also, the Prompto-thing is cute! (The one where Gladio snatches his phone to say that Prompto was screaming their name) Do you have any more shenanigans with a reader whose friends with the chocobros?

you need a special name because every single time i see you i get so excited like omg i love you so much and i hope you love me too you fool omg dfjshakjh i get so excited bless your soul

Chocobros With Their ChocoTagAlong

  • Gladio is a bed in himself because 1) he needs someone to hold to and 2) he is a bed in itself he is so big like holy shit
  • Ignis will watch in slight annoyance from far away as everyone leaves their dishes and never returns to help
  • bonus points with Specs if you help with the dishes
  • Noctis gets morning wood and calls it his light stick
  • Reader beat the living shit out of Noctis for asking them to take care of it for him
  • Then also teased the shit out of him for it
  • “Does the princely night stick glow???”
  • Cue Prompto and Gladio snorting and howling in laughter
  • Ignis cracks a smile and silently pushes up his glasses while peering towards Reader because hahha smart one kid
  • One time Prompto brought up being a Dragonkin
  • Reader slapped him upside the head
  • The one time Prompto was in the back seat he got so flustered because Gladio kept talking about Chocobros
  • and it made Noctis tease his best friend about fetishes
  • Never again.
  • Everyone thinks that Prompto is into chocobos sexually now
  • Even Ignis doesnt play around with that shit
  • If they have rides for the next few days, Prompto can only depend on Reader to be his new best friend
  • They still tease him
  • When they get to Altissa, Noctis threatens to fight Weskom
  • And the old man just stares him down like “BO I”
  • Reader was just cackling
  • once upon a time
  • in the back of the Regalia
  • Ignis reached across Reader and slapped the LIVING SHIT OUTTA GLADIO FOR FLIRTING WITH READER
  • W O O O O O  DAMN
  • it was fucking halarious
  • Like oh damn down goes the big man
  • im cackling it rhymes
  • Gladio sat there in straight up horror and just stared at ignis like ‘you did not just disrespect my beautiful cheek bones you annoying little twink’
  • and we all know Iggy
  • He just raises his eyebrows like ‘what you gonna do you lil ho’
  • Gladio shut up real quick after that
  • Reader makes Iggy’s coffee now because he trusts nobody but them in that back seat
  • Noctis is butt hurt over it
  • “It was the only job I was allowed to do”
  • “Noctis your coffee tastes like actual shit”
  • He didnt talk to them for like three days
  • more like three hours because eventually they had a super cool link in battle
  • i am kidding i cant continue this right now im actually crying in laughter.
  • but this is a series now kids

Category: 6th Year/AU
Rated M
One Shot

“For your post-submission deadline pleasure! This is my HBP missing moment entry, a follow up to my story Restless (if you haven’t read it, you should).”

Every pragmatic instinct she possessed had railed against her not to drink that tea. Only Ginny’s threat of dragging her to Pomfrey had inspired her to partake. In the end Hermione had closed her eyes, thrown her head back and downed the contents of the tea cup with a thoroughly unladylike gulp.

“Good girl,”  Ginny quipped, drawing a snarl from the brunette on the sofa.

“Shut it! I don’t know why you’re so keen on having me drink it. I am sure that it is nothing but ordinary,” her eyes went wide as she swayed back into the cushions.

“What’s that?”

“I think I’ll just…rest my eyes…for just a minute.”

“Sure. I’ll get you a blanket.”


Hermione rolled leisurely over onto her back and opened her eyes. Ginny was right, Granny Pruett was a genius! That’s the best sleep I’ve had in months! She wasn’t sure what time it was, but considering the fact that she was generally an early riser and that the night fire still burned in the fireplace, she knew it was still not quite dawn. That will give me a chance to get showered and dressed before I have to deal with…

A light snore from close by startled her, and she bolted up to confront the culprit. She drew in a sharp breath, feeling that her heart had stopped when she saw Ron sleeping in the chair closest to her.

She was afraid at first that she had woken him, but as his steady breathing continued she felt certain that he was still asleep. Why is he here? If Ginny opened her big mouth! Hermione’s first instinct was to dart up the stairs; however, some gnawing hunger led her to take advantage of the moment and look at his sleeping form.

There was no way that he could have been comfortable, his arms and legs could not be contained by the inadequate size of the armchair. The light from the fire was making patterns on his face. Oh, God! His face! It had been so long since she had been able to look at him! A fist of longing clutched her poor heart as she stared at the familiar lines of his jaw, covered in ginger stubble.  She had never seen him so unshaven, so manly, yet so vulnerable at the same time.

There was something so intimate about watching him sleep; if she let her mind go she could imagine that she was waking up next to him. Stop it! You’re only torturing yourself! He probably just figured out he needs your help on a potions essay and fell asleep waiting for you to come out of your tea-coma!  Shaking her head, she stood up as quietly as she could manage, planning to make a run for it. Hermione gasped as a large warm hand grabbed her wrist.

“Please…don’t go.”

She looked down, and was caught, not only by his grip, but by the sincerity in his blue eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt for Enjonine? "I work at a movie theater and I'm trying to clean up but you're still here, ugly crying" :P

(ancient prompt? FILLED!)

dedicated to everyone who’s still reading and writing for this ship, in particular to the awesomesauce @aurimaedre who deserves some fluff. 


She’s been here for a while. She’s seen things, some of them she will never be able to unsee, not even if she lives to be a hundred years old. She has seen everything from full frontal nudity to proposals to vomit in every direction - and she hasn’t just seen it on the jumbo screen 

And the tears? She was around when PS I love you premiered (as a surly teenager) and for the hype surrounding The Fault In Our Stars (as the surly assistant manager). 

So she gets it - even the tough guys needed tissues when Han Solo died. And she’s heard that the latest Star Wars movie involved some kind of heroic last stand, so she’d stocked up on the Kleenex. 

She just was not expecting the most outspoken idiot running for Congress to be the weepy mess she would physically have to drag from his seat after the 7 PM showing of Rogue One. 

The surly teen currently on cleanup duty, some friend of Gavroche’s she’d hired out of something resembling pity, had been way too terrified to ask the intimidating man in the three piece suit to get up and leave. Eponine had no such issues. 

“Sir?” she had to force herself to stay polite. “I have to ask you to leave. Your weeping is freaking out my employees and we have another showing to prepare for.” 

Zero tact. Yes, she was aware. 

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