what has my life become man

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Brother! I have not become downhearted or low-spirited. Life is everywhere life, life in ourselves, not in what is outside us. There will be people near me, and to be a man among people and remain a man for ever, not to be downhearted nor to fall in whatever misfortunes may befall me — this is life ; this is the task of life. I have realised this. This idea has entered into my flesh and into my blood. Yes, it’s true ! The head which was creating, living with the highest life of art, which had realised and grown used to the highest needs of the spirit, that head has already been cut off from my shoulders. There remain the memory and the images created but not yet incarnated by me. They will lacerate me, it is true ! But there remains in me my heart and the same flesh and blood which can also love, and suffer, and desire, and remember, and this, after all, is life. On voit le soleil! Now, good-bye, brother! Don’t grieve for me!

…When I look back at the past and think how much time has been wasted in vain, how much time was lost in delusions, in errors, in idleness, in ignorance of how to live, how I did not value time, how often I sinned against my heart and spirit, — my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, each minute might have been an age of happiness. Si jeunesse savait! Now, changing my life, I am being reborn into a new form. Brother! I swear to you that I shall not lose hope, and shall preserve my spirit and heart in purity. I shall be reborn to a better thing. That is my whole hope, my whole comfort!

From Dostoevsky’s letter written at the Peter and Paul Fortress in St. Petersburg to his brother Mikhail on December 22, 1849. He had been condemned to death (only to be revealed as a mock execution at the last moment) and had written a farewell the day before his supposed execution. 

anonymous asked:

Hey hun. So I am a Disney/fairytale/fantasy nut and was wondering if you could recommend any good Johnlock "Disney princess" or fairytale AU fics? Ta!

Hi Lovely!

I actually haven’t read any that come to mind immediately, other than these ones:

MOVIE /TV UNIVERSES

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Princess AU) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer…

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,944 w. || Frozen-ish AU || Angst, Fluff)In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock’s brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way…

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., | Treklock AU) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,187 w. || Howl’s Moving Castle | Slow Burn, Romance, Pining) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.” Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

Impossible Improbable Truth by KaraRenee (M, 24,308 w. || Labyrinth AU) – John and Sherlock take a case investigating the disappearance of a teenage girl and her toddler half brother. What they find is an impossible adventure that leads them on a journey of discovery of their sexuality. {{I haven’t read this, but it’s on my Marked for Later and I remembered putting it on there LOL}}

Through Dangers Untold by hogwartswitch (E, 32,003 w. || Labyrinth AU) – The Goblin King has fallen in love with John Watson and visits him in dreams. But the evil wizard who cursed the Goblin King cannot allow that to continue. Will John survive the labyrinth? Or will he become a lost goblin like all the rest? {{I think I started this when it was a WiP, so I never finished it, hah. I don’t remember it all.}}

Malediction by MapleleafCameo (M, 36,680 w. || Ladyhawke AU) – Cursed to a half-life, John and Sherlock must fight the forces of evil to be reunited once again. {{I read this once a LONG time ago. I remember loving it.}}

Bel Canto by bendingsignpost (T, 96,751 w. || Phantom of the Opera AU || Major Character Death) – After years of waiting for wealthy patrons to faint, Dr John Watson discovers a far more interesting patient in the opera house basement. {{ Another I never finished, but this is the  “go to” PotO fic}}

The Dragon’s Soldier by twistedthicket1 (M, 154,667 w. || Smauglock || Past Rape/Non-con, H/C, Dragonlock) – When the dragons “came out” to the rest of the world, nobody expected the resulting War that broke out between Humans and Beasts. Both sides afraid and suspicious of each other, Humans drove Dragons into slavery, imprisoning them and turning their children into weapons for the military. Forced into hiding, many Dragons disguised themselves as Human and kept their secrets locked away, awaiting for the day when the royal blood line long since vanished would once again reappear and lay waste to the Humans that oppressed them. Can Dragon and Man really get along? Or even more, become friends? {{Another on my MFL list, haven’t read this yet so read at your own risk}}

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w. || Oblivion AU || Dreams, Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Deducing Daisies by LlamaWithAPen (G, 144,583 w. WIP || Pushing Daisies AU || Friendship, Death, Humour) – What if you could touch someone and bring them back to life? Sherlock Holmes, the Detective, is a seemingly ordinary man with an extraordinary gift: he can bring the dead back to life with a single touch. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at own discretion}}

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Romance) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John. {{Haven’t read this yet, on MFL list. Read at your own discretion}}

SPECIAL ABILITIES

We Bleed into the Grey by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,989 w. | Fluff and Angst, Supernatural Elements) – It was stupid, really. What was the point of having an ability if it wasn’t even a useful one? Sherlock would just as soon be rid of his. Until he meets John Watson, that is. {{Sherlock can see Auras}}

An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to T, 62 397w across 13 stories) –  In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is. {{I LOVE this SERIES SO MUCH.}}

An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. over 13 stories, WIP) – John and Sherlock navigate their complicated relationship. I adore this series, and it feels complete where it leaves off :)

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25+K w. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELSStill Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF) All are very good and should all be read.

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11K+ w.|| Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. {{Another really good AU!}} SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity 

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (FAVE!!)

ANGELS AND DEMONS / WING!LOCK

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w. | Winglock) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John. {{I like this one because John is so perfect in it, and Sherlock cares so much about John}}

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q & mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works, WiP || Angel!John, Fae & Fairies) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

A Certain Kind of Hunger by MapleleafCameo (E, 5,881w. || Somnophilia, Incubus!John, Tail Things) – A concerned Sherlock watches as John seems to be rapidly losing weight. What he discovers is that John really isn’t normal. And he is very, very hungry. The tail was the real surprise.

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1K+w. || Friendship, Winglock-ish) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. This is an interesting take on the Winglock universe.

Not The Hands That Kill by You_Light_The_Sky (M, 6,201 w. || Winglock, Implied Sex) – Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w. || Winglock, Fantasy, BAMF!John) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

It’s After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || Winglock, Pining Sherlock, Minor Gore, Fallen Angel, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock’s an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him. {{This is only one chapter and it feels like it should be more… I love it but feels incomplete. Kind of an AU of City of Angels}}

VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w. || Werewolf!John, First Time) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewold and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w. || Bat!Sherlock, Humour, Misunderstandings) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Soul Bonding, John Whump, Fluff and Angst, H/C) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

MAGIC AND FANTASY

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. | GenieLock, Torture, H/C, Magical Realism) Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more. {{This is a REALLY great story, which tears at your heart consistently}}.

De Veritate Unicornis Moderni by tepid sponge bath (T, 5K+ w. | Fantasy & Drama) – John Watson, a unicorn of this day and age, is trapped in a mortal body. Life as it is seems pretty pointless, almost unendurable, until he meets one Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and very much a virgin. {{This is such an interesting take on unicorn mythology}}.

To Mend A Heart by dee-light (G, 1,472 w. || Magical Realism, H/C) – Hearts can be broken, and mended, and broken again. Good thing, then, that hearts are only the seat of all emotion, and not something Sherlock needs in order to live.

Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5,178 w. || Magic Realism, Fluff, Christmas, Angst) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, Tumblr fic || Android!lock, Jealous, Angst, Unhappy Ending) – Assigned as the head of Medical Research on the Baker, John Watson meets- and quickly falls in love with- Sherlock, a specially commissioned Companion android with a malfunction.

No Strings Attached by Elster (G, 2,714w. || Fae / Faeries, Love Confessions, Fairy Tales) – To save John from being spirited away Under the Hill, Sherlock challenges the fairy queen to a fiddle contest.

SUPERNATURAL AND UNEXPLAINED

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w. || BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Halloween, Fluff) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

Upon Waking by joolabee (E, 3,901 w. || Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst) – It sets on slow: John can only be awake while Sherlock sleeps, and vice versa. Their lives are codependent, but never meeting. Like a set of scales.

London’s Ghost by JustlikeWater (K+, 5K+ w.|| Tragedy/Angst, MCD, TRF AU, Sherlock POV) – "Today, it’s been weeks since Sherlock died. Other times, years. He doesn’t know for sure, though. Time passes differently for the dead" 

Electric Potential by pygmymeese (T, 5K+ w. || Supernatural) – It’s not clear why everyone in the world suddenly gets a ghost only they can interact with. All John Watson knows is that he’s stuck with a brilliant, if smug, ex-consulting detective, and that life is definitely looking up.

Second Waltz by Atiki (T, 6,685 w. || MCD, Angst, Fluff, Cancer) – "The night I died, you wished I could wait for you.“

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,665 w. || John Whump, Magical Realism, Ghosts, Coma, Happy Ending) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at your own discretion}}

SOULMATES / TATTOOS

The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst (T, 5,441 w. || Heartmark, Stubborn Sherlock) –  Sherlock stared at the imperfect circle on his left wrist in horror, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a thump. After over thirty years, his heartmark was finally showing activity. This was not good.

The Best Picture of the Human Soul by SwissMiss (T, 5,776 w. || Tattoos, Finding Your True Love) – The stories of our lives are written on our skin. Every time you fall in love, you gain a mark. Part 1 of Imagines Moti

With All My Heart by QuinnAnderson (E, 19,257 w. || Tally Marks, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst) – AU in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist. Sherlock is determined to keep himself from ever gaining one of these marks for fear that love will corrode his mental faculties. Then he meets John Watson.

Finding John by orphan_account (T, 5,456 w. || Symbolic Rings) – Sherlock Holmes has met exactly twenty-four Johns in his life. They have all been the wrong John. He’s getting tired of waiting, staring at the inscription on his finger and wondering when his John will turn up, if ever. Part 1 of Inscriptions

what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w. || Soulmate Names) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things

the fearful passage of death-mark’d love by urcool91 (T, 1980 w. || Tattoos, H/C, Angst) – The first time that John meets Sherlock Holmes, the younger man has his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, wrists bare of any hint of ink. Within 48 hours, John has added “Jefferson Hope” to his clavicle. (Or: The One Where, When You Kill Someone, Their Name Shows Up On Your Arm)

OTHER

{{SEE ALSO: Johnlock Body Swap Fic Rec List}}

Bringing Colour to the World by SD_Ryan (G, 1,168w. || Est. Relationship, Sickfic, Fluff, Schmoop) – In which we encounter a sick detective, a snuggle on the couch, and a silly fairytale.

The Steadfast Tin Watson by what_alchemy  (T, 3,973 w. || Fairytales) – When the fairies left, they took their stories with them. But they left the characters behind.


Otherwise, I actually have a lot on my Marked for Later list, all of which have come from Alexx’s lists:

Yoon Taemin is a freaking warrior

(Spoiler-y)


Can I talk about this young man, for a sec?


List of shitty things that happened to Yoon Taemin:
•Best (possibly only) childhood friend disappears on him
•His mom leaves him w/ his alcoholic abusive dad
•His father then leaves him
•He didn’t even get to finish elementary school
•Had to work his ass off to pay his parents debts they left him with
•JUST WHEN he was almost finished finally paying off the debt, and things were looking up-he gets hit by a freaking truck.
•Proceeds to wake up in someone else’s body
•The person his soul went into is bullied horrifically and relentlessly
•Oh, & he meets his childhood friend again, but their persona has done a 180.


THIS YOUNG MAN IS NO ORDINARY MAN BUT A FREAKING WARRIOR LIKE WTF??
& the sad thing is, it took me awhile to even fully register how tragic his life is; because he’s so freaking strong willed & tough, never giving up, I completely overlooked how much pain he must harbor within him.
Taemin has quickly become one of my favorite characters, not only in BL, but just in general.
I love him so much…like, he actually is inspiring to me.

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Sentence Meme
  • “Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don’t want to bring them down on us now, do you?”
  • “Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog.”
  • “It’s bad luck to have a woman on board.”
  • “I think it’d be rather exciting to meet a pirate.”
  • “I intend to see to it that any man who wails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves—a short drop and a sudden stop.”
  • “You’re a pirate.”
  • “A fine gentleman, don’t you think? He fancies you, you know.”
  • “The blade is folded steel. That’s gold filigree laid into the handle.”
  • “I had a dream about you last night.”
  • “Apparently there’s some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh?”
  • “You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned and captured by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?”
  • “I confess, it is my invention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weasely black heart out.”
  • “Pride of the king’s navy, you are.”
  • “Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?”
  • “You are without a doubt the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of.”
  • “Pirate or not, this man saved my life.”
  • “One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness.”
  • “I saved your life, you save mine, we’re square.”
  • “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”
  • “I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates.”
  • “Do you think this wise boy—crossing blades with a pirate?”
  • “I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it.”
  • “He is a fine man, he’s what any woman should dream of marrying.”
  • “No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.”
  • “Parley. I invoke the right of parley.”
  • “My sympathies, friend, you’ve no manner of luck at all.”
  • “The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.”
  • “You know nothing of Hell.”
  • “I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Mean’s no.”
  • “You are not a military man, you are not a sailor.”
  • “You want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?”
  • “If you’re intending to brave all, hasten to her and so win fair lady’s heart, you’ll have to do it alone.”
  • “This is either madness or brilliance.”
  • “That is without doubt the worst pirate I have ever seen.”
  • “I’m not a simpleton. You knew my father.”
  • “My father was not a pirate.”
  • “That’s not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?”
  • “The only rules that really matter are these—what a man can do and what a man can’t do.”
  • “He’s not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one.”
  • “Take what you can, give nothing back.”
  • “Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.”
  • “I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore.”
  • “All the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust.”
  • “We are cursed men.”
  • “Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it.”
  • “We are not among the living and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead.”
  • “I feel nothing- not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman’s touch.”
  • “You best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one.”
  • “Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?”
  • “It’s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard.”
  • “Puts a chill in the bones how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage.”
  • “When a man is marooned he is give a pistol with a single shot.”
  • “Pirates code. Any man that falls behind is left behind.”
  • “No heroes amongst thieves, eh?”
  • “For having such a bleak outlook on pirates, you’re well on your way to becoming one.”
  • “Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.”
  • “Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end.”
  • “Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?”
  • “Who among us has paid the blood sacrificed to the heathen gods?”
  • “Begun by blood, by blood undone.”
  • “What sort of a man trades a man’s life for a ship?”
  • “People are easy to search when they’re dead.”
  • “Stop blowing holes in me ship.”
  • “If any of you as much as thinks the word parley, I’ll have your guts for garters.”
  • “His blood runs in my veins.”
  • “That’s the second time I’ve had to watch that man sail away with my ship.”
  • “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”
  • “You’ll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish main.”
  • “What a ship is, is freedom.”
  • “I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk.”
  • “Why is the rum gone?”
  • “It is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.”
  • “There’ll be no living with her after this.”
  • “I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift.”
  • “A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!”
  • “You get to die for her, just like you promised.”
  • “You’ve been planning this from the beginning. Ever since you learned my name.”
  • “Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision.”
  • “Me? I’m dishonest and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.”
  • “Will it be two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound?”
  • “Hang the code and hang the rules! They’re more like guidelines anyway.”
  • “I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain.”
  • “Do you like pain? Try wearing a corset.”
  • “I feel…cold.”
  • “If you were waiting for the opportune moment…that was it.”
  • “They done what’s right by them. Can’t expect more than that.”
  • “For those crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day hung by the neck until dead.”
  • “I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.”
  • “So this is where your heart truly lies, then?”
  • “I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate.”
  • “Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?”
  • “This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life.”
  • “I think we can afford to give him one day’s head start.”
  • “So this is the path you’ve chosen, is it?”
  • “Now, bring me the horizon.”
Map of the World

Molly can’t understand it.

The bigger her belly gets, the more fascinated Sherlock becomes with it.

The baby was a shock, not something she thought he’d want. When she first told him he’d stared at her for a full five minutes- screen-saver mode, John calls it- and then this beautiful, wide, delighted smile had split his face.

It had almost made him look a different man.

He’d picked her up and spun her around, demented, it seemed, with joy at the thought of her having his child.

He’d dropped to his knees and pressed his ear to her stomach. Listening. Kissing. Crooning. Grinning.

He’d splayed his fingers around her still-flat belly and a love affair had begun. A love affair which grew deeper and more passionate the larger, the rounder she became. 

It seems he loves her bump; the bigger it grows the more it fascinates him.

His devotion is single-minded and ardent- Something which for Molly is both bemusing and surprising in equal measure.

She asks him one night, when she’s sore and tired, and feels the size of a whale, what the big deal is? Why he’s so taken with it, when she often feels it embarrassing and unsightly. When she has to waddle, and she can no longer see her feet, and using the toilet has become a gymnastic event.

For once, he looks at her like she’s mad.

“Your body’s so lovely, Molly,” he tells her. “And now it’s changing, and I get to watch.

What man with sense wouldn’t want to witness that?”

And he leans down, kisses her bare, rounded stomach. Runs his tongue and fingers along the grooves and callouses of her pregnant skin. He calls them rivers and ravines, his tone hushed. Worshipful. They are proof of topography, he says, and of a life lived well. They’re proof that she’s, well, her, and that she’s chosen him.

“My world is here now,” he tells her. “Never doubt it.” He kisses her belly, breathes in her scent. “And you in there, little bean, you never doubt it either.”

Though she feels the size of a planet, Molly can’t help but smile.

So she winds her fingers through his curls and lets his voice lull her to sleep.

idk what my life has become but right now I am watching a stream of a britsh man playing GTA and by “playing” I mean taking a nice stroll on foot in first person through the city having a philosophical conversation with the twitch chat

Incomplete

[Summary]: After finding out that your boyfriend Bucky had a one-night stand, your world came crashing down hard and you walk out of his life. Will you give him a second chance? Or will you leave him feeling incomplete?

[Pairing]: Bucky x reader (Steve is mentioned)

[Warning]: angst… SO. MUCH. ANGST. um.. there’s also mentions of cheating, drinking and a tiny bit of swearing.. also a teeny-tiny bit of abuse

[Word Count]: 2,295 (This is the longest one I’ve ever written! Damn, this got really wordy…)

Requested by: @ouatalways

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @ourpeachskies

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! Yea, here we go again with more Backstreet Boys music but this song just fit this request so perfectly. I have no shame for making you listen to their music… [x] Also, I’m so, so sorry about the tiny bit of abuse that I put in here. I DO NOT condone that kind of behavior in a relationship (I have seen it happen and it scared me) I’m also sorry for Steve being a complete jerk in this…

Originally posted by jugheadcami

One hour. One grueling, heart breaking hour is all it took to make the last two years fade into the dark.

You found out from Sam’s roommate, who also happened to be one of your best friends, that your boyfriend and a few of his friends had gotten drunk at a party that Sam threw at his apartment. Even though you were also invited to the party, you had to work that night but you told Bucky that he could go without you. Worst decision you ever made.

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Two things that keep me up at night about Wolfgang Bogdanow:

• For someone so closed off to anyone other than Felix, he’s probably the one out of the cluster who easily adjusted to suddenly being connected to 7 other people. No major meltdowns or “omg wtf is going on?” moments. Like, as soon as he locked eyes with Kala, that’s it, he’s all in. Doesn’t even question why he woke up in an Indian woman’s bed or showed up naked to her wedding. He’s 1000% here for it. Or when several other ridiculously attractive people show up for an orgy just as he’s chilling in a pool. Same for when Lito shows up during his confrontation with Steiner. Doesn’t question why this Mexican guy wearing just underwear and one flip-flop is standing next to him.

• So it blows my mind that Wolfgang, who has had such a shitty upbringing to the point that he’s skeptical about loving or trusting other people because of what he’s been through, is SO unbelievably protective over his cluster. It amazes me that he accepted these 7 strangers into his life almost immediately. I have no doubt that he would lay down his life for any of them. Season 2 showed that he’d rather die than give out the names of his cluster. This is coming from a man who in his entire adult life only loved and cared for Felix prior to becoming a sensate. And now he cares so much for 7 other people in ways that he never thought he was even still capable of doing.

Drunk In Love (Harry Styles Imagine)

Requested by anon! ✨

Words couldn’t possibly explain how amazing this entire month has been for me.
I just got my best friend Harry back from God knows where the hell that boy has been because it’s as if he literally travels everywhere non stop.
Personally I don’t have a clue as to how he could do that, just go from place to place without ever feeling strange or uncomfortable.
I’m scared to even set foot in a airplane, much less sit in one for hours and being aware of how high off the ground I am, I prefer to be on it thank you, and quite frankly just the mere thought of it sends major chills down my spine.
But I guess that’s the benefit of being a huge star, going everywhere around the world and feeling loved and right at home because of your amazing fans who always support you in every single thing you do.

I can’t say I disagree with any of them, this guy truly does amazing things all the time, and what I love the most about him is that no matter how big he becomes in the world of fame, he will always be humble, a very down to Earth man, hell, he doesn’t even like the word famous, in fact he absolutely hates it!
And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I am so proud to call Harry Styles my best friend, it seriously never fails to amaze me how his life has changed so much for the better, I’m saying because I’ve known Harry for years, even a bit before his little audition in the X factor when he had his little cupid looking curls, oh God he really did look like an adorable cherub back then didn’t he? All he was missing was the tiny angel wings and a small harp to constantely play in those gigantic hands of his.
What makes me laugh and love the most is the fact that the only thing he will always have such a big head about is the fact that he used to work at a bakery, but I have YET to taste a cookie made by him.

Anyway, as soon as I heard from his old bandmates that he was on his way back here in Los Angeles, the first thing I did was call his british ass up to see if it was true, cause unfortunately Niall, Liam and Louis have a history of pranking me so much, it’s pretty hard to believe almost anything they tell me now, those little hansome dibshits.
Well, Harry had certainly confirmed saying it was indeed true, and as soon as he landed, the very next day he came to my house and took me out and about these past few nights, kind of as a way to make up for all the time he didn’t spend with me.
Even though I honest to God told him that there was no need for him to do that, he insisted because, and I quote, “I missed you too fucking much poppet.”
Man, I don’t really know why but it makes me feel pretty damn special that I’m basically the only female in his life he calls that cute nickname, ever since we were younger actually.
I always found it to be the most adoring thing in the world, it makes me smile.

Overall, as I have said, him and I have been hanging out a lot lately, we have created some amazing yet crazy memories together I never thought could be possible, and it also made me realize just how boring it was without him in town, not to mention how much I truly missed him.
Although I must say the other lads did a good job in substituting I guess you can say, they are so sweet to even do that in the first place really.
In fact, I have pretty much developed a very special bond with each of them now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all and we’ve always gotten along great since the beginning, but out of all four I have always been the closest to Harry, just because as I’ve known him longer, that’s all.
I love to say that I have my own little night out routines with these three goof balls, Niall is my drinking and golfing buddy, Louis is my night club buddy, and Liam well, he’s more of my, let’s just kick back and chill buddy, but not the type of chill people love to do these days so please get your mind out of the gutter.

You know it’s strange though, just yesterday I was telling Harry about the fun time I had with the other boys and if I’m not mistaken, he actually got a little jealous?
I mean maybe it’s just my imagination but I perfectly saw the way his features just tightened intensely, even his jawline seemed sharper than usual.
When I asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off telling me that the food he ordered was a little too spicy, but I know my best friend all too well, he is absolutely horrible at hiding his emotions, still, I decided not to push the issue, I didn’t want to ruin all the fun we were having and make things awkward.
Now that it’s the next night, Harry and I decided to do something more simple, at first he wanted to go out again but I had suggested for us to have a nice movie night, just like when we were younger, or even better watch the packers game together that’s comming on in about an hour.

I was already dressed up in my most comfortable clothing and grabbed the snacks I had went out shopping for earlier, setting everything up in the living room and placing the stack of dvd’s I got from redbox.
My eyes happen to glance at the time and my brows furrowed to see that Harry was not here yet and he said he would be in this exact time.
I grabbed my phone and texted him asking of his wereabouts since usually he’s very prompt.
As a response I saw the glow of my screen brighten up with his picture.
My thumb tapped on the green button…
“Loser!” I playfully greeted as I placed the phone against my ear.
“Well that’s harsh!” He jokingly yelled on the other line, causing me to take the cell away from me for a second.
“Haha sorry you know I love you, where are you? Are you stuck in traffic or something?”
“Sort of but s'not why I called.”
My brows furrowed once more curiously…
“What’s up then Styles?”
“Eeeeeehhhh…how angry would you be if I changed our plans for the evening?”
I rolled my eyes with a head shake, not angrly though…
“I actually wouldn’t be mad dude, what do you have in mind this time?” I quizzed, letting out a bit of a sigh as I began to put away the snacks and movies again.

“Well Li-”
“Hold on, before you tell me, do I need to change my clothes? Like is it a must?” I ask.
“Depends love, what are you wearing?”
“Sweats, a plain white t shirt, and my cookie monster slippers.” I explained, immediately earning myself a rapsy chuckle.
“You’re adorable poppet.”
I grinned with a slight laugh and just waited for him to tell me.
“Yes you have to change clothes, big time. Liam is actually having a party at his house, he texted me saying that you and I are more than welcome to come, but if you don’t want to we could just stay in it’s alright.” He assured me.
I took a moment to think about it, from what I’ve experienced Liam throws some pretty wild parties, and this is that he’s a really laid back guy, but get a few shots of grey goose in him and he’s anytbing BUT laid back.
I had a really great time last bash so I guess tonight should also be fun, especially now that Harry is here.
“(Y/N)?…” He called out, snapping me out of my thinking.
“Wha? Oh! I’m still here, um you know what? Let’s go! I’m in the mood to party. Let’s me just get dressed really quick.”
“Great, I’m pretty close to you, so I’ll be there in a bit and we can go.”
“Sounds good, later Haz.” I say before we hung up on each other.
As soon as I plugged my phone so it could charge for a bit I hauled ass down the small hallway of my bedroom to see what the heck I throw on.

Lord knows how long it took to search for the right outfit but I finally found the perfect one, it was cute but also simple, just a nice thick strapped little black dress with a jean jacket, sheer tights, and my black and white converse.
I let my messy bun down and straightened it as fast as I could, then after I thanked God that I had some time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable.
As I was putting on some sparkly highlight I heard my phone ringing again in the living room.
I took some quick steps to answer it and sure enough Harry was outside.
“Let me just get my small purse I’ll be out in a second.”
“It’s alright love, no rush.” He kindly promised, I swear to God he has the patience of a saint, sadly I can never be like it, too much of a short fuse honestly.
I ran around the house once more, almost making myself sweat like a pig trying go gather the things I need to bring with me, perfume, gum, deordorant, feminine care products, house keys, extra lipstick, hair bands, and last but not least, a bottle of pain killers in case I go overboard with the Ciroc like last time.

Finally, I was out the door and Harry was standing against his car looking down at his phone, he looked very handsome, well when doesn’t he? But tonight he looked extra hansome if that was possible.
To be honest it made me kind of think twice about what I chose to wear.
“Hey curly.” I tell him as I approached.
He glanced up at me and immediately shot a devilish smirk, I already know all too well what’s gonna come out of those bubblegum colored lips next, he parted them but I raised up a firm finger to interrupt.
“Haz! I swear to God if you start singing little black dress I’m gonna kick your ass!” I warned, he literally does it EVERY time I wear this out.
His mouth dropped then quickly formed into a grumpy baby pout…
“You don’t like it when I sing to you?…”
“What? No I love it it’s just-”
“LITTLE BLACK DRESS JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MAKING HEADS TURN!! CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT YOU!! TAKE IT (Y/N)!!”
“No.” I muttered with a bored expression.
“Take it or you could WALK to the party!” Harry shot, making me gasp dramatically in response.
“So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Yea.” He also muttered, mocking my bored stare.

I slightly grunted, screw it, might as well…
“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright you know! Can we please go now?” I lightly pressed.
“You would absolutely fail the X factor.”
“SHUSH!” I claimed, smacking him on his tatted arm.
“Ow! I’m kidding (Y/N)! Jesus!…Really though you look stunning poppet.” He compliments, moving a strand of hair away from my face.
I smiled and rubbed the same arm I smacked..
“Thanks man, so do you.”
He gave me a thankful smile and followed me to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me like the gentlemen he was raised to be.

It only took about an hour to reach Liam’s huge house since he lives all the way up in the hills of Hollywood.
The loud sound of the music was already making the ground tremble from the huge speakers we could easily see from a mile away, it almost felt like a mild earthquake, if he decides to blast it up any louder I think he can make California go through the big one.
There were an awfull lot of people, more than the last party he threw, and most of them were drunk out of their minds.
“Bloody hell where do I even park?…” Harry huffed, his emerald eyes searching around to find a free space in the middle of what looked like thousands of cars.
I helped him and kept an eye out as well, it took quite a while but fortunately someone came out of the house and drove away, leaving us a good spot to leave the old rage rover in.
Of course Harry stepped out of the vehicle first and ran over to the other side to open my door again and help me out.

The moment I landed onto the outside I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.
I wasn’t joking when I said that there are way too many people here…
I could clearly feel the perverted eyes of a random drunk guy on me as Haz and I walked up to the entrance gates of the house, it gave me such terrible vibes it wasn’t even funny.
I happened to take a small glance at him and I was right, he definately had his glassy eyes locked on me, well more like my chest and legs.
I looked down and notcied I had some clevelage showing so I quickly pulled up the black fabric to cover up and closed up my sweater a bit more.
“You alright there tiny?” I heard Harry question, snapping my head to his direction.
I looked up at his tall figure and he had a bit of a smile going on, but it faded almost instantely when he saw how nervous I must’ve seemed, he even stopped walking and stared down at me with great concern.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I just caught that guy staring at me…”
“Which guy?”
“The one by the end of the gate…” I tell him.

Without hesitation his eyes landed on the wasted male and shot him the most intimidating glare I have ever witnessed…it’s safe to say I have never seen him look so scary before…
“Hm, don’t you worry about that arsehole, he’s fucked if he even comes near you.”
“Hey Harry man be careful, he may be drunk but he’s still bigger than you.”
“That doesn’t make him a threat love.” He sternly promised.
My orbs went wide at his words, I never knew this side of him, I never even thought once that he was capable of getting this angry and protective, guess I don’t really know my best friend as much as I thought I did.
My eyes didn’t go completely wide until he shocked me by putting a strong arm around my waist, holding me closely on his opposite side so that I was blocked from the stranger’s view.
I have to admit being so close to him with zero space in between us made me feel just a wee bit fuzzy inside, especially when he wouldn’t let go and was cautious of other men around as he entered the gigantic house.

It wasn’t until we were completely inside the house did his arm wiggle away from me.
The music was a little too loud for my taste,
but I was already feeling the need to dance my ass off, another thing Harry quickly noticed.
“I see you’re really feeling the beat already!” He yelled with a wide smile over the booming speakers.
I looked down and saw how my waist was already moving side to side, I swear I didn’t feel that at all.
“I can’t help it!” I shrugged with an amused beam.
Just then Liam immediately spotted the two of us from upstairs and practically ran to hug me with a shot in his hand, then of course he proceeded to greet his band brother.
“I’m so glad you guys can make it! I thought you lames weren’t going to show up!”
“Well have no fear the LIFE of the party is here!” I jokingly shot, locking arms with Harry.
Liam flipped me off and I chuckled, raising my middle finger in the air as well.
Harry just shook his head at the two of us and searched around for something…
“Already looking for a girl to make out with? Possibly hook up?” I smirked.
“Hehehe, no not at all actually, but you know if you’re up for it, so am I.” He also smirked with wink.
I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop to the floor, Liam himself was left surprised, I mean he has been sort of flirty with me before, what boy and girl who are just friends doesn’t flirt atleast slightly? But he most definately stepped it up tonight.
What’s with this boy surprising me today?

He side hugged me and gave me a fast peck on my head, his deep accented voice fairly close to my ear as he spoke…
“Just kidding poppet, you’re way more than just a makeout session and a one night stand believe you me.”
And there he goes again, leaving me speechless but this time he decided to throw in my cheeks turning as red as an extra hot cheetoe, through the colorful flashing lights I could see how his features softened up slowly, almost making him appear sad if I’m not mistaking as he looked down on the shiny floor.
My glossed lips parted to say something in response but he beat me to it…
“Payno, where are the drinks?” He asked, pressed more like it.
“Oh! Right over there down in the kitchen mate, all the glasses are under the island so help yourself.” Liam assured.
“Thank God, I need a few, thanks.” He muttered, but loud enough for us to hear while he walked away and dissapeared out of sight.
I have this radther weird feeling inside of me, he was looking fine a second ago but now he just looks down right irritated, like if something is deeply bothering him…or has been deeply bothering him and I just never knew.

“Liam!” I called out, making him turn his head to me meanwhile he down he hard liquor in his small glass, his brows raised as a signal for me to tell him…
“Is my mind playing tricks on me or does he look kind of agitated?”
“Does he? Hm, maybe, I didn’t really notice quite honestly.” He said with a shrug and pout.
I just shook myself out of my concern, I’m sure after putting some alcohol in his system he’ll be his cheerful froggy self once more.
“Alright everybody! Come to the dance floor! This next song is really going to get this party started!” The DJ announced, and the second he dropped the tune with cheers filling the building, I was more in the mood to dance than ever, the song he was now playing was one of my absolute favourites.
“Oh my gosh! I fucking love this song! Liam dance with me?!” I offered, gripping his forearm in excitement.
He slightly laughed and nodded with a friendly smile, placing his empty glass down on one of his coffee tables and taking a hold of my hand to lead us to the dance floor.

Before we began to move our bodies together, I looked ahead in the direction of the kitchen to check on Harry, hoping that he was okay and having a good time.
At first he was unable to be seen, which for some reason worried me, but then I caught clear sight of him sipping on some brown liquor and actually talking to a pretty red headed girl.
From what it appeared they were having a nice conversation, because they were all smiles and laughter.
I felt very relieved knowing that he was good, and getting lose with the jack.
“(Y/N)?!” Liam called my name, gaining my attention from staring at Haz.
“Shit sorry man, just checking on my bestie.” I notified, he nodded again in understanding and we just started dancing from there.
At first we kept a bit of distance from each other, but as we got more into the music, before I knew it I was dancing with my body pressed against his, feeling his large hands firmly holding on to my waist as I shook my hips.
He was also shaking his side to side, and I couldn’t help but blush a nice shade of pink to feel his member through his black jeans, but I tried my best to ignore it and just continue to enjoy myself.

Almost halfway through the second jam I could feel myself being watched by a certain pair of green eyes.
I looked up over Liam’s shoulder, my hair kind of damp from the heat of moving my body to the fast songs, for certain I caught Harry red handed staring at me from the same spot in the kitchen he was in, there were more people around him this time, all laughing and talking except for him.
You would think that me catching him staring my way would make him turn his head, but he didn’t, he kept concentrating on me and Liam dancing.
The house may have been dark but he definately stood out in the middle of that darkness to me, his face was blank, I couldn’t exactly tell if he was down or up, but one thing was for sure he seemed less happier the more he kept his stare at us.

It began to make me go into deep thought once more, I have absolutely no idea why Harry has been acting so weird…
First the way he cringed when I told him
about how it was while he was gone, then the way he got protective me of outside, the way his own sweet words for me made him look broken, and now the way he’s looking towards me…something’s up and I seriously want to know, I feel like he’s holding something back from me, something serious…my heart is telling me to confront him about his behavior lately, but the only thing that holds me back is having that honest confrontation turn into an argument.
I know Harry have had our share of those before but I just don’t want to mess up anything and make him regret comming back to LA.
I witnessed the way he grabbed the little bit of brown liquor that was left in the bottle and just downed it like if it was water.
Oh no…don’t tell me I’m the one who’s gonna have to drive us home tonight…

I can also see how the same red head chick tried to call out for him and gain his attention once more, but he was ignoring her, in fact he ignored her completely and tossed the bottle aside, walking out of the kitchen and comming up to Li and I.
As he took heavy steps towards us the last fast song of the night finished and Liam and I leaned away from each other to fan ourselves and get some cool night air comming through the open doors.
“Wow that was hot….” He chuckled, taking off his black hoodie sweater and exposing his white wifebeater shirt that hugged his perfectly shaped body.
“Ugh I know, maybe next party you can have your AC on.” I chuckled as well while fanning myself and tying my hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Oh that is a promise love.” He agreed.
“Alright party people let’s make things slow and romantic to end the night!” The DJ announced, putting on some slow, romantic music, ironically the song Night Changes.
“Still want to dance?” Liam offered, holding his hand out to me, I shrugged with a nodd but right when I took it Liam turned around to Harry tapping him on the shoulder.

“I think I’ll cut in this one mate…” Harry semi slurred, aw man I knew it, he’s pretty smashed, his emerald orbs were dark and really glassy, and his voice sounded a lot more deeper if that was even possible.
“Woah lad how many drinks did you have?” Liam asked with concern.
“Never you mind about that Paynooo…I’m having fun that’s all.” He answered, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake it.
“I know but are you gonna be alright though?”
“Yea yea I’m a big boy not a child, now leave us, find some other girl to dance with…”
He playfully shoved his head to make him go away but I could very well see some daggers being shot with that last statement.
Thankfully Liam didn’t notice and just shrugged having an amused beam on his face and then left us alone.
He finally looked down at me once again and a huge bright grin made it’s presence be known as he reached for my hand and intertwined it with his, pulling me slowly closer to him.
“C'mere angel.” He slowly and deeply calls me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands held my hips, a little more firmly than Liam may I add.
“I didn’t think you were planning on drinking so much tonight Mr.Styles.”
“Mmm well….it helps Ms.(L/N)…”
I squinted my eyes and bit my lip in curiousity for a slight moment…
“…Helps what exactly?…” I hesitated to inquire.
Then a small gasp was taken into my lips as he went from holding my hips to snaking both of his arms around my waist fully and pulling me closer to his body, our chests pressing so much against each other I can almost feel my boobs getting mildly crushed, I felt chills go down my spine just like before…
“Hmmmm…” I heard him hum, feeling the heat of his breathing while he had his face burried into my neck.
At first this felt weird, at the same time….strangely comfortable…as if it was normal for him to do something this affectionate with me.

“Helps me forget…but now it’s all commin back…” He muttered into my skin, making goosebumps rise up like no tomorrow, the feel of his soft pinkish heart shaped lips felt moving as he spoke ever so slowly as if he’s trying to stress every word that comes out of him.
It made me feel some type of fire I guess you can say in my chest, and oddly it caused me to start picturing the sensational feel of them actually kissing my neck, but I immediately shook off the racey thought…even though I sort of didn’t want to to be truthfull.
I went ahead and rubbed a soothing hand on the soft dark grey cotton fabric of his shirt that covered his toned back while my other rested on his shoulder.
Our bods moving slowly in circles to the soft sound blaring from the speakers that were only some inches away from us.
Aw man Harry smells so wonderful…that cologne of his is very captivating…it’s so attractive and suits him very well, the smell of his curly brown hair was also delightful, and the feel of it was very soft, I almost felt like I was touching the hair of a real life angel.
I decided to play with it a little as I talked with him…
“What’s comming back Harry?…What are you trying to forget?…”

I awaited his reply but I didn’t seem to be getting one, he was so quiet just leaning himself on me.
I rubbed small circles on his back then patted him…
“Haz?…Come on tell me…Harry?” I called, then suddenly I felt him getting heavier and heavier on me, it made me stumble back a few steps.
“Woah woah woah! Harry! Dude! Don’t tell me you’re sleeping!” I yelled and with all my strength pushed his torso away.
Sure enough I was right, he was seriously sleeping, no wonder I felt us stop dancing, but in less than a second he woke up, frantically looking around him until he sighed relieved to see me standing in front of him.
“Oh there you are love…”
“Good morning.” I played.
“Where’d you go off to?” He asked with a raised brow, I see how he can barely keep himself standing straight.
“Dang you’re really plowed aren’t you?” I giggle.
“Wha?…”
“You just fell asleep while we were dancing!” I humorously exclaimed.
He took a look at his surroundings and came to his senses that he was still at the party…
“Oh…right…sorry for that but…you’re very comfortable…I love being in your arms.” He shyly confessed, his smile more adorable than ever before.

I smiled in return and shook my head…
“Awww you’re just saying that because you always get extra affectionate when you’re wasted.”
“Noooo….I mean it!” He says, taking my hand into his once more and trying to pull me close to him.
“Come be my pillow again poppet…”
I gotta admit that was pretty darn cute but I had to refuse his request…
“No no you’re gonna fall asleep again and I CANNOT carry you!”
“Fiiiine…in that case can we go?…M'not comfortable here anymore…my head’s hurting  too now..”
I rubbed his shoulder and agreed, plus the DJ decided to play a couple of more fast songs and now everybody was basically fucking each other on the dance floor around us.
Even though we just got here it’s best for us to step out, we both had our small amount of fun after all so it’s all good.
“Okay let’s get out of here, but first give me your car keys, you’re in no condition to drive.”
Harry slowly patted his pockets and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he touched his pack pockets…oh God what happened?…
“Holy shit…” Was all he could manage to say.
“No. Don’t tell me you lost the car keys please!” I pleaded.
“No not that…my bum feels incredibly firm!” He loudly laughed, eyes shutting tight and all.
“It’s like two stones glued together back there!!”
I face palmed and shook my head, trying my best not to crack up with him.
“Quit screwing around Styles! Car keys!” I ordered, holding out my palm.

Unfortunately he was a little too busy busting a gut to give me anything.
I snorted and smacked his arm, “Haz!”
“Wha?!”
“Ugggh!” I grunted and went behind him to grab them from his back pocket and pushed on his rock hard ass to start walking, which caused him to flinch.
“Move it mister!”
“Woah! Hey officer what seems to be the problem?…” He devilishly smirked.
“Oh my God! Just shut up and keep walking!”

Once we reached the cool, breezy outside and lord knows how I was even able to get this boy into the rage rover with no help whats so ever, as I drove us both back to my small house he slowly started to fall asleep again, but I kept having to tell him to look alive because I still had to get his ass OUT of the car.
Boy do I freakin regret making him stay up though, because now he wouldn’t stop singing his heart out…not that I wasn’t enjoying it, after all he does have one of the most amazing voices in the world, but when he sang while DRUNK, well…actually he still sounded pretty awesome, but it was extremely loud in the small space we’re in.
“NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWWWWWWooooWWWoooooWWWNNN!!”
“Harry, I think you should-”
“DOOWWWWN!!”
I turn my head to glare at him and he just laughed like the little shit he’s being.
“Yea I did that to annoy you…”
“I see that, thanks so much.” I murmured, turning my sight back to the road ahead of me.
I felt him grab one of my hands off the steering wheel to hold it, intertwining our fingers together and gently stroking my skin with his thumb, he was holding it a whole differently this time….yup…another moment for me to be blushing like crazy for the millionth time…
“Hehehe awww m'sorry baby you were saying?…”

I almost killed myself snapping my head back to face him, my eyebrows raised up so high I thought they were gonna fly off my face.
Did I just hear correctly or I had a few drinks myself at the party and don’t remember? Because that truly hit home…
“Um…W-what did you just call me?…” I nervously laughed, but my face was kind of serious…
All of the sudden it was as if he wasn’t so drunk anymore, he sat up straight in his seat, instantely taking his hand away from mine in realization of not only the way he was holding it but also what had just slipped out of him.
He just simply cleared his throat loudly and looked out the window, then from there on out heavy silence took control over us both.

Our tongues had literally stopped knowing how to form any words, I wish I knew what to say at this point, but putting all of these clues he has given me throughout the recent time together, it’s fairly obvious just what the hell is going on here.
Only minutes had passed but the silence was basically killing me, and if he wasn’t going to start talking then I will….
“Harry…I think you and I might need to talk…”
“There’s nothing to talk about (Y/N)…”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” I almost whispered, seeing how he broke his concentration from the window.
“Is this because I called you baby just now?…It was an honest mistake. Matter of fact you shouldn’t think anything of it.” He stated in a radther stern tone, geez that sounded pretty harsh actually…I guess my thoughts were wrong…
But why do I feel hurt? Shouldn’t I be relieved?
“Okay…got it…but there was no need for you to get mad just saying.”
“I didn’t get mad woman.”
“Dude, you have no filter.” I remind him and gave him the side eye.
“Fine, sorry..”

A few more minutes of agonizing silence later, we arrived at my house at last.
I pulled up to my drive way, parking right behind my car and removing the keys out of the ignition.
I glanced at him and I could tell his head was pounding heavily.
I reached inside my purse and grabbed the bottle of pain killers I had taken earlier and put two in my hand.
“Here drink these, your head isn’t gonna let you sleep.”
“Oh…thank you…but..j-just one sec…” He tells me, opening his passenger door to blow chunks.
Once again, I rubbed soothing circles on his back with giggles escaping my lips, this boy I swear…
Harry threw up a little more and wiped the left over bite of barf on his mouth.
“You good?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder when he came back inside and shut the door.
“Yea…but I’m sorry I threw up on your cat.”
“I don’t have a cat…” I pointed out.
“Shit…” He opened the door again and looked around…
“Who’s ever cat I just vomitted on I’m sorry!!”

Loud laughter released itself from me, knowing my neighbor’s are gonna be so pissed tomorrow.
Harry looked back at me and snorted, quickly cracking up with me.
We stayed in the car with our guts tightening for a moment before we were able to catch our breaths.
“Oh my God I fucking love you.” I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Love you too bugger.”
“Come on let’s get you some coffee, I have extra toothbrushes inside so you could wash your mouth too.” I notified.
“Sounds fantastic thank you.”
“Think you can make it in the house by yourself?” I questioned, only seeing him nodd, well, he should be a little more stable now that he got the worst part overwith.

Once we got inside the house, I gave him the toothbrush and a new bottle of mouth wash and he hurried himself straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he came back he drank the pain killers and I told him to rest on the couch while I prepared his coffee.
I took a look at the clock and it was way passed midnight, I didn’t even realize it was almost going to be three o'clock in the morning, no wonder I feel so sleepy.
The coffee machine started beeping and I poured it in a blue glass mug then walked over to the couch where he was laying in, only to find him snoring and sleeping like a baby.
I smiled at how cute he looked and placed the mug on the small table in front of him, grabbing a small blanket from the dryer and placing it over his large body.
After putting one of the couch cushions under his head I stroked his light brunette hair, noticing how a small smile would perk up on the corner of his lips as I touched him that way.
“Hehe, goodnight curly fry…” I whispered, followed by a huge yawn that signaled me to knock out myself.
And believe me as soon as my body hit my bed, it was like someone disconnected me and shut me down completely…

~~~~~~~~

Throughtout the dark of the night, as my chest was slowly rising up and down and my legs were sloppily spread out on the mattress with my blanket only covering some parts of my body…
I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I felt a gentle hand touching my cheek, stroking my skin delicately, and I can feel all my hair that was covering me up being carefully taken away.
Then I heard a handsome and sweet voice lowly mutter my name…
“(Y/N)…”
I couldn’t really respond immediately, because in my mind I thought just hearing things so decided to ignore…
“(Y/N)…” I was called again, then I felt that same gentle hand go up and down my arm…
“Poppet please wake up…”
Right when I heard that word my eyes quickly opened, realizing that it was Harry.
“Hmmm…” I hummed, shifting my body to sit myself up and turn on my lamp.

“Harry?…” I croaked, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
“The one and only.” He nervously chuckled, tapping his finger on the corner of his mouth to tell me I have druel.
“Oh…my bad.” I say, wiping it off…well isn’t that embarassing…oh wow I just noticed that he’s shirtless but I’m gonna try my hardest to pretend he’s not…
“What’s wrong? I thought you were sleeping. Did you get sick again?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair.
“No…well I still feel a bit woozy but I’m alright…I just couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up but I wanted to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait till the morning?…” I ask.
He shook his head and said a soft “no.” with a shy smile.
I re tied my hair up again and got myself a little more comfortable.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“M'sorry for getting upset with you in the car. I feel really bad for that…”
I just say quietly and stared at him for a few minutes before shrugging…
“Um..alright…is that why you couldn’t sleep you dork? You already apologized for that anyway.” I giggled.
“Shut your face…there’s more than that…way more..” Harry smiled, but it faded in the blink of an eye, my concern rised up to his stare, he looked so worried especially with the way his thumbs were fiddling with each other and his foot was frantically tapping the floor.

“Hey, come on look at me…” I tell him, putting a calming hand on his tatted forearm, his green orbs looked straight into mine as I spoke…
“Wow I have never seen you this nervous before, not even for a concert…what’s going on Harry?”
“Aaahh I’m…I just don’t know how to tell you…”
“Why? You and I have been super close for many years I’m sure by now you know you could tell me absolutely anything.” I promised, rubbing his forearm up and down, but he stopped it and grabbed a hold of it instead, his grip on it was pretty tight, and I can also feel his palms sweating.
I officially started to get nervous myself, if you could hear the way my heart was racing you would think it would break out of my ribs any moment now.
He kept his concentration on my hand…
“Um…C-Can I lay next to you first?…”
I hesitated for a second but I slowly nodded.
“Sure.” I simply said, scooching over and allowing him to come to my right.
We both got ourselves comfortable and we just layed facing each other until…
“C'mere…” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and pressing me against his bare body.
My face heated up on the quickness, the way his hard and smooth chest felt on my cheek… hearing the way his heat was racing at first but now listening to it come to a more steady pace…was it because he’s holding me now?

“Sorry I know this is a bit weird…”
“It’s alright, no worries, now tell me what’s on your mind.” I say, just staring at one of the birds on his chest and tracing it with my finger.
“Here goes…While I was gone…I’ve realized that….(Y/N) I’m in love with you…”
My expression went completely blank, I almost felt paralyzed, everything in my body went cold and numb…I mean with everything I’ve seen from him I can’t say I didn’t see this comming, I figured it out back at the party, I just never thought in a million years it would actually be true.
“(Y/N)?…Please say something before I have a heart attack…”
Before YOU have a heart attack?!
“I uh…my God Harry that’s mighty big thing you just told me…I mean how did you even come to realize that?…I mean this isn’t the liquor talking right?”
“No of course not, and honestly everything about you made realize that love.” He replied, his huge palm going up and down my back.

I looked up at him and just said one word in question…
“How?”
Harry changed his position so that he looked down upon me more clearly, his head was resting on his palm that was stood up by his elbow, and his other arm was on top of my tummy still keeping physical contact with me.
I just laid on my back and kept my sight on his dialated emerald eyes…
“You’re humble, you have the biggest heart in the world, the most radiant smile that is highly contagious to me, you know damn well you’re beautiful but you don’t have a big head about it like most girls do these days. You make me so happy, but a kind of happy I have never experienced before. And I would always picture myself marrying someone exactly like you ever since I was a younger lad…but why would I need to find someone who’s LIKE you? When I already have the real deal right here in front of me in all her beauty? (Y/N), You are just a beautiful creation from above inside and out overall which I was so lucky enough to have so close to me throughout most of my life.
God you even make me nervous all the bloody time, in fact you’re doing it right now see?”
He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his smooth, inked up skin, his heart really was beating a thousand beats per minute.

I have to admit, I felt happiness hearing these sweet words from those kissable looking lips.
But I don’t know why part of me began to already have some doubts…
“Harry…I’m shocked, no guy has ever made me feel so loved like you’re doing right now…but you can have literally every girl in the entire world-”
“But I only want one and she’s right here….” He slowly whispered, emphasizing every single word as much as possible.
At this point our faces were only inches away from each other…I know that I was still in shock, but I know, I know for a fact that my heart wanted him too…I want to be with him….
I realize that now as well, and now that I truly take my time to think about it, I have had feelings for Harry since the day I’ve met him, it started out as a simple crush, but then they became stronger over the years.
I’ve just always managed to push those feelings behind me and keep them there, even more when he became famous with the boys…
Because I thought that he would never go for just a regular girl like me…but man…I was wrong…I was dead wrong…

“What’s on your mind poppet?…”
“Nothing just…soaking all of this in…”
“I know it’s something major…but I don’t regret telling you…although I might in the morning there’s still a wee bit of alcohol in me but..yea.”
I slightly and quietly laughed, then taking a moment to just stare at his lips, they are really alluring me being so close to my own.
“You alright down there?…”
“I’m fine, just not really having a clue on what to say here..”
“(Y/N) you don’t have to say anything…but I really would love it if you told me that…you love me back…baby please tell me you love me back…” He begged.
“You called me baby again.” I stated with a smile.
“Well you are my baby…you always will be to me…”
Silence fell over us one more time, it became just like how it was in the car, neither of us knew what to say next.
His handsome features said it all as a few minutes went by though, me being quiet was probably making him think that I don’t feel the same way…
He looked down, a lot of hurt and a cracking heart evident in his orbs…
“Um..look It’s more than okay if you don’t feel that way for me sweetheart…just know that I-”
“Harry?…”
“Mm?” He hummed, looked back over to me and I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it gently…
“Kiss me yea?” I beamed brightly, his eyebrows raising up high to the sky…
“What?…do you really want me to?”

I nodded, my smile getting bigger if possible…
and so was his…
“Wait does that mean you-”
“Yes it does, now shut up and come here poppet.” I say, using his same nickname for me for the first time since we’ve known each other.
He happily hovered completely over me as I placed my hands on his neck and pulled his head down to me.
I don’t know where I grew the balls to do something like this that I only ever just imagined, but I was so happy I did it, because when our lips connected, it was the most out of this world feeling in me, in both of us I’m sure, too amazing for words to describe perfectly to be honest.
I know that any girl who is a huge fan of his would probably kill to be in my position, hell I would too if I weren’t me, his lips honest to God are the most tender and loving pair I have ever placed my own on, he is such an excellent kisser it’s seriously beginning to make me question whether this man is human or not…
He’s an angel, my angel, and I know he’s going to make me the happiest female in the world.
And just like how he pictures being my husband one day, I damn well picture being his wife.

I sure hope he remembers all of this in the morning, or atleast only our very first kiss…

Man, I love him…I really do love him…and if anything I’m the real lucky one here…

My goodness though, our kiss is getting pretty heated now, but don’t you dare think for one second we are gonna go from zero to one hundred just yet, ease back a little cause that special moment is for later.
Although I’m not so sure with the way we are getting sexy at this point, and him being shirtless is not helping, also my hands can’t stop roaming on his muscular torso.
Woah…he was surely right about what he said back at the party…

His butt truly is incredibly firm!

(This took me quite some time to write but I’m so happy I was finally able to finish it! I pray I did a good job! Love you all! 💕)
-YessyLove🌶

A letter from Ted Bundy to Carole Boone. Courtesy of Dielenberg’s “A Visual Timeline”:

I’m like a bottled up cyclone, mind spinning with memories, regrets, fears. To anchor me and calm me I conjure up fond memories of the past, but these excursions shortly turn pleasant reverie into deep sadness. I constantly attempt to avoid the reality that I failed miserably in my attempt to become a free man…I am tired of outmanoeuvering the prosecutors and courts. I am tired of playing the news media, of staying calm and smiling for the cameras, or being stared at, of being whispered about, of being suspected and hated. I am tired of knowing what people must think, of being vilifed and dehumanized. Life has always had surprises in store for me. Many of them have been pleasant. Will there be more, and will I be free again? How can I be sure, what can I do to satisfy myself I’ve had my ration of happiness and the rest is all pain?

There is something esthetical about his creature. It’s not his physical appearance or his way of speech. It goes far beyond what the human brain comprehends. He has the mind of a young man, but the soul of an elder tree. My mind’s interest in his may lie in the vision of our skin merging together and our spirit’s becoming one.
—  3 am

Part five of my quotes collection is dedicated to the leaders! This one is a little bit longer, and believe me, I know I’m leaving out some leaders on this list and it may feel a bit scattered. But as always, I hope you enjoy these quotes and add them to your own collection!

Alexander the Great 

  • “There is nothing impossible to him who will try.”
  • “Remember upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.”
  • “I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.”

Napoleon Bonaparte

  • “A leader is a dealer in hope.”
  • “Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.”
  • “Victory belongs to the most persevering.”
  • “He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.”
  • “Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.”
  • “The people to fear are not those who disagree with you, but those who disagree with you and are too cowardly to let you know.”

Dalai Lama

  • “We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.”
  • “In order to carry a positive action we must develop here a positive vision.”
  • “Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”
  • “Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.”
  • “Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.”
  • “The purpose of our lives is to be happy.”
  • “The important thing is that men should have a purpose in life. It should be something useful, something good.”
  • “With realization of one’s own potential and self-confidence in one’s ability, one can build a better world.”
  • “When you are discontent, you always want more, more, more. Your desire can never be satisfied. But when you practice contentment, you can say to yourself, ‘Oh yes - I already have everything that I really need.'”
  • “Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.”

Catherine the Great 

  • “I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster.”

Winston Churchill

  • “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.”
  • “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
  • “You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.”
  • “We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.”
  • “Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.”
  • “Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.”
  • “To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.”
  • “Difficulties mastered are opportunities won.”
  • “Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.”
  • “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
  • “The price of greatness is responsibility.”
  • “Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.”
  • “Never give in - never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.”

Nelson Mandela

  • “It always seems impossible until its done.”
  • “A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.”
  • “We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.”
  • “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”
  • “After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.”
  • “There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”
  • “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”
  • “Courageous people do not fear forgiving, for the sake of peace.”
  • “Any man or institution that tries to rob me of my dignity will lose.”

Martin Luther King. Jr. 

  • “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
  • “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”
  • “Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.”
  • “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
  • “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”
  • “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”
  • “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
  • “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
  • “The time is always right to do what is right.”
  • “We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.”
  • “I am not interested in power for power’s sake, but I’m interested in power that is moral, that is right and that is good.”
  • “The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important.”
  • “Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable… Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.”
  • “We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.”

Margaret Thatcher

  • “Disciplining yourself to do what you know is right and important, although difficult, is the highroad to pride, self-esteem, and personal satisfaction.”
  • “If you set out to be liked, you would be prepared to compromise on anything at any time, and you would achieve nothing.”
  • “You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.”
  • “What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt

  • “The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.”
  • “There are many ways of going forward, but only one way of standing still.”
  • “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
  • “Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.”
  • “When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.”

Theodore Roosevelt

  • “Believe you can and you’re halfway there.”
  • “Far and away the best prize that life has to offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.”
  • “In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.”
  • “Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”
  • “Nobody cares how much you know, until they know how much you care.”
  • “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
  • “With self-discipline most anything is possible.”
  • “The only man who never makes a mistake is the man who never does anything.”
  • “It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.”
  • “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.”
  • “It is only through labor and painful effort, by grim energy and resolute courage, that we move on to better things.”
  • “Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.”
  • “I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!” 

Mohandas Gandhi

  • “First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”
  • “Where there is love there is life.”
  • “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
  • “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”
  • “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
  • “The good man is the friend of all living things.”
  • “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
  • “Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”
  • “You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”
  • “There is more to life than increasing its speed.”
  • “Nobody can hurt me without my permission.”
  • “Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.”
  • “Whatever you do may seem insignificant to you, but it is most important that you do it.”
  • “You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.”
  • “To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonest.”
  • “In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”
  • “Truth never damages a cause that is just.”
  • “Fear has its use but cowardice has none.”
  • “We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.”

Abraham Lincoln

  • “Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.”
  • “Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle.”
  • “I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.”
  • “Don’t worry when you are not recognized, but strive to be worthy of recognition.”
  • “I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing so until the end.”
  • “My great concern is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with your failure.”
  • “You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.”
  • “Whatever you are, be a good one.”
  • “Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.”
  • “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”
if/then act ii starters

feel free to change things as needed!!

( ACT I )

“all the time that I’ll adore you is how I know we’re not too late,”
“i’ll love you just as long as time allows,”
“this day may last forever, but tomorrow never will,”
“life will never seem so beautiful,”
“i’m a sorry sight to see,”
“i’m amazed he somehow found her,”
“i’m amazed that she gave in,”
“all in all, i’d say it’s win-win”
“the first time was disaster,”
“everyone’s waiting on you, kid,”
“everyone’s wondering what you’ll do,”
“i know the ins and outs,”
“if i say that you don’t scare me i’m a liar,”
"it terrifies me just to say ‘my pregnant wife’,”
“there’s this macho act i’ll sell you, while inside i lose my shit,”
“i’ll watch you, and protect you,”
“i promise, kid, you’ll be okay,”
“there’s just no telling all the things you’ll become,”
“i think we’ll have some fun here,“
"this life is what you make it. it’s cliche, which means it’s true.”
“if my asshole dad could do it, i can do,”
"i’ll do better,”
“somewhere there’s a world where you and i are man and wife,“
"we don’t know what we missed,”
"i ended up in boston,”
"some other me is homeless,”
“some other me is queen,”
“some other me has seen things that no other me has seen,”
“how’d we end up here?”
“somewhere there’s a you who simply worshiped other me,”
“somewhere i’m the president, with plans that never fail,”
“i didn’t chase my glory days long after they were done,”
“some other me’s a rock star,”
“some other me does not feel like some tired old fool,”
“we’re old enough to know that one road end where one begins,”
“somewhere there’s a world where you and i can still be friends,”
“we forgive but don’t forget,”
“no happy ends, but friends,”
“you can guard your heart forever,”
“what is it that you’re afraid of?”
“you’re a die hard, a radical, you’re a fighter through and through.”
“tell me why you’re so afraid of a cause that’s new?”
“i’ll be the best worst mistake you ever made.”
“really? sports metaphors?”
“it’s not that i don’t love you, cuz i don’t not love you.”
“i’d lie to say i’m never, sometimes, always thinking of you,”
“when something’s deeply felt it seems shallow just to say the thing that’s expected,”
"it’s the nightmare of all nightmares, and the best you’ll ever get,”
"love’s a bitch,”
"love is nice,”
"love’s a queen,”
"love’s a witch,”
"i love you, for all time,”
“you tricked me into saying that,”
“i know you meant it,”
"i hate you,”
“i love you,”
“don’t go,”
"i won’t be anywhere near the action,”
"don’t do it, i need you.”
“forget it, i know you.”
“my god, how i hate you.”
“don’t leave me, i love you.”
“don’t say that you love me, cuz what does it matter?”
“you’re going to leave me, so leave me whatever.”
“it’s not like i need you.”
“i need you, don’t leave me.”
“you know i’m not selfish but i need you to stay. okay?”
“in my life i haven’t made that many promises. just one to them, and one to you.”
“you know me like no one has known me before.”
“you know what i have to do,”
“let’s look at this calmly, discuss how i hate you.”
“don’t touch me! i hate you.”
“just leave us, whatever. we’ll get on without you.”
“i‘m tough and resourceful, i’m steady and sturdy, and freaking the fuck out.”
“screw you, you’re making me crazy so – go. wait! no.”
“i’ve always said i don’t need anyone,”
“i like our life, and i love you,”
“i swore that i’d love without wanting or needing you,”
“you’re the reason i think this life might not be meaningless,”
“you’re my north star,”
“you’re my single best decision in a life of many awful ones,”
“with you i never feel I’m out of place,”
“goddammit, you did it.”
“i knew you would do it,”
“you asshole, i hate you.”
“i totally blame you.”
“really, how could you?”
“i hate you. i hate you. i hate that i hate you.”
“i hate that i love you.”
“i love you — i loved you.”
“i loved you.”
“i loved you, i lost you.”
“goddamn you, you asshole, you motherfucker.”
“i will never let this world take me away from you.”
“i’ll see you through.”
“whatever comes, whatever i must do, it’s me and you.”
“all of those fears that held you back are gone.”
“isn’t there nothing left to prove?”
“isn’t it time to think of moving on?”
“maybe it’s the wrong time,”
“you don’t want to let yourself get stuck,”
“you learn to take your coffee black,”
"you learn to drink your whiskey neat,”
"you learn to take a shower cold, and sleep on tired feet,”
"you learn to order dinner in,”
"you learn how to amuse yourself,”
"you learn to live without,”
“you draw a bath, and then unplug the phone,”
“you learn to fall asleep alone,”
“you learn to pull the shades at night, and double check the locks,”
“you learn to speak so calmly when your heart would like to scream and shout,”
“you learn to stop, and breathe, and smile.”
“you see him in the faces of the boys he left behind.”
“you learn to count the quiet winds, an hour with no unprompted tears, and not to count the deadly days as they fade into years.”
“you learn to stand alone, at last.”
“you learn somehow to like the dark, and even love a doubt.”
“you learn to hold your life inside you, and never let it out.”
“you learn to live and die, and then to live.”
“could I please go out some less expected way?”
“we’re none of us getting any younger,”
“you can feel the time go by,”
“marriage is a bastard, but love is always good,”
“love where this world lets you,”
“love while you can,”
“our love belongs to everyone who loves us,”
“it’s not just you and me,”
“we both know love doesn’t make us perfect, it just makes us want to be,”
“if what we had before is broken on the floor, we can see the way the pieces work and make it something more,”
"let anger clean the cut out,”
"let love help us heal,”
"it’s not the love we dreamed of,”
"love if your heart lets you,”
“i believe that we get but one true love,”
“i thought you believed in me,”
“i try to let that go,”
“i can’t let you go,”
“i still love you so,”
“it’s fear that hides the heart away,”
“love and keep on living if the shit hits the fan,”
“would you let him make you love him?”
“what would you do if you could do it all over?”
“if you could go back knowing what you now, what would you do?”
“i never thought i’d get a second chance,”
“i thought i was done, then i met you,”
“i never dreamed i could learn how to love again,”
“i placed my bets, and you came through,”
“i somehow still lost, i somehow always do,”
“thank you for finding me,”
“thank you for the care,”
"fuck you for making me think that this life might be fair,”
"you promised to love me,”
"i won’t be sorry that you said to leap, and i leapt,”
“all the same, even so, i would love you all over again,”
“am i always starting over?”
“am I always back at one?”
“i’ve burned all of my bridges,”
“how can i start new?”
"i’ll love our children, both fiercely and well.”
“when they ask about you, lordy the stories i’ll tell,”
"i won’t regret the lives i didn’t lead,”
"i knew you, i loved you, let that be all that i need,”
"i’m through with fighting,”
“i’m much too old,”
"we’re always starting out with the end in doubt,”
"my love, our life is over,”
"i’ll make you one last vow,”
“my new life starts right now,”
you learn how to love with not knowing,”
"you choose, then everything changes,”
“there’s no turning back,”   

The future that awaits Rey and Ren

When Rey is in Jakku, cleaning the objects she has obtained scavenging, she looks up and sees a very old lady, alone, doing the same as her and Rey looks at her for a long time. In my view, the old lady doesn’t remind her of a grandmother she probably can’t remember, I think she is looking at what will become of her if nothing happens in her life to change it. She is looking at her future, what she doesn’t know is that her life is about to change.



When we meet Kylo also in Jakku, in the village the STs attack, he sees San Tekka, looks at him from head to toe and says, ‘Look how old you’ve become’. Well, the irony is that San Tekka is also a monkish man without a family who has dedicated his life to a cause.

Both Rey and Ren are looking at their future, looking at what they will become if they don’t meet. But this future is about to change when they meet. This is because he is the belonging she seeks and she is the Light he has been trying to keep away since he fell trapped by Darkness. Yes, they are both virgins because their bond (fate, the Force, whatever we want to call it) will have it no other way, they belong to each other so that they can stop being lonely, scared and so afraid to leave. 

I think this symbolic comparison with the old man and old woman was done on purpose, but if it wasn’t, it works so beautifully as foreshadowing,as a symbol of the potential future that is about to change, that it should have been done by design.

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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: phoenix wright and miles edgeworth are literally the gayest characters I have ever seen like what straight man says to another straight man that he causes him "unnecessary feelings?" what straight man who isn't harboring any latent homosexual feelings for his childhood friend actually switches his major in college for the sole reason of meeting back up with his childhood friend? what kind of straight man charters a private jet in the middle of night to a country halfway across the world for another man? what kind of straight man pulls every string he's got to pull to get another straight man his badge back when only a few years ago he was saying that he never wanted to see his face again? what kind of straight man fills in for another straight man in court and arranges for a judge and prosecutor of his choice despite knowing how much trouble both of them could get into? what kind of straight man defends another straight man for two murder charges that seem like open and shut cases with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever even after being told by the aforementioned man repeatedly said he didn't want his help? what kind of straight man is so upset and distraught by another straight man's apparent suicide that he doesn't even want to hear the man's named mentioned? what kind of straight men have so much canon courtroom flirting that it is literally ridiculous? what kind of straight men's dialogue consists largely of the men just sighing and mutter each other's names repeatedly? what kind of world are we living in where we are still debating about phoenix wright and miles edgeworth's sexuality when they are so blatantly, obviously, painfully gay for each other?

elvenbeard  asked:

In honour of dorianmance week: did any of the ingame romance scenes play out vastly different in your headcanon? What did you love most about Dorian's romance path and when did Fael fall in love with him?

Hi! Thanks for the ask :D (and it’s still Day 2 somewhere in the world so~)

(spamming again one of @razildor‘s screens because yes)

♦ ~ So let’s see, one scene that played somewhat different from canon was the first kiss one, after speaking with Dorian’s father. I’m not going to say more right now because I’ll hopefully finish a comic about it soon! 
Apart from that one, none of the dialogue paths go very differently in my hc, but I applied some tweaks here and there. Ah! But there’s that one. One that I am particularly attached to is Fael’s response in the cutscene after the Temple of Mythal. In game you get the options between asking him to stay or supporting him to go, but in my headcanon I prefer a mix of the two. 
Dorian telling him he’s considering leaving is a cold shower to Fael. At that point in the story he’s barely holding himself together with everything that happens (Adamant, nightmares, the final battle coming near, not to mention the whole “becoming a vessel for the well of sorrow thing and meeting Mythal that looks like a human woman”) and Dorian is, admittedly, an anchor (ha) to him. He basically panicks when Dorian tells him that (which for Fael means blank stare and putting emotional distance now now now). That’s why his first response after Dorian refuses his offer to go with him is to plead “I need you by my side”. 


But soon he steels himself, actually registers what Dorian had said, and realizes that to stop him would be the hugest hypocrisy of his life. Still, he’s a selfish man, and he wants to lay down all the cards he can to make the situation clear, to make the real importance of their relationship clear. So he tells Dorian that no, he’s not emotionally blackmailing him, and if that’s what Dorian truly wants then he will support his cause however he can. But he does ask him to think more about it. Dorian does. And eventually decides that what they have is not a fleeting thing that he can shrug off like everything else, and tells him his decision not during the afterbattle party, but the day after :) 

(on a sidenote: I feel that the fact you get to choose what Dorian will do in his life in game isn’t very good. I think a system of approval points that would eventually decide if Dorian stays or not would have been nicer) 

♦ ~ oH BOY WHAT A QUESTION. Well, I absolutely loved the feeling of healing that the whole romance has. For Dorian of course, but also for Fael. Funnily enough, since it’s Dorian who claims he is inspired by the Inquisitor, Dorian himself inspires Fael to be a better person, and to face certain unsolved things of his past. Then it’s so…sweet. Sweet but not overly so, not the mushy mushy chocolate and flowers sweet of other romance. I loved the feeling of quiet love, a growing feeling that doesn’t necessarily need big words. And of course, the adorable old-married-couple banter they tend to have ♥ Then, and this is something that is admittedly strictly related to Fael being an elf mage, I love how their lovestory doesn’t affect only themselves. They’re both going to leave a mark on their world, hopefully change it by the core, and that makes them one hell of a story-driven power couple, which is a thing that I adore. Plus, I think having an elf lover would really prompt Dorian to do a 180° turn on his views on slavery and general treatment of the elves in Tevinter, and possibly put the “end slavery thing” on top of his to-do list.

♦ ~ There wasn’t really a moment you know? Fael was totally head over the heels for him since like, the beginning, but he recognized that as a simple crush for an handsome and exceptionally talented man. “Crush” that grew and grew with every little and big thing they shared alongh the path. Until calling him ma vhenan became as natural as breathing, and Fael realizes that he wouldn’t give up on them for anything unless it meant hurting him. Then you have those little moment of realization in a random moment like “Oh, so that what it was” 

<3

Epilogue after Reunion

The reunion went smooth as fuck everyone was so surprised that i changed into a rich and sexy stud. They don’t know that i took a cheat path by taking a stud’s body into myself.

Clean hair, ripped muscles, perfect beard, square jaw. But i felt something is missing. Deep down i wish i could be bigger. This might be the hidden wish of that person i absorbed long ago.

One day after work, i went to the gym. I’ve been a member and had a personal trainer before i steal a stud’s body. It was late at night and the gym was quiet. My personal trainer welcomed me. He was very surprised how my body changed so much in less than a year. He licked his lips, showing that he took interest in my body.

“I assume you took the infamous serum and taking someone’s body.” as he pushed me to an inclining bench and pulled my office tie.

Ah, he seemed familiar of the serum, then. I nodded in affirmation.

He gave me a quick kiss, “Naughty boy, let me give you a punishment for cheating.”

He took of my pants, using me as his fucktoy mindlessly.

“How do you fell, rich boy?! I really like you now… those muscles fits you… UGH… very fucking well. UNF..Fuck i… i might enjoying this more i did you last time!”

He fucked me through every hole i had. My mouth, my ass, his movements are wild as fuck i felt being ripped apart. He has trouble catching his breath while fucking. And i have nothing to do but moaning in pain and pleasure.

He pushed me back to the bench as he began fapping. He moaned hard and harder. He’s getting near to the climax.

“Ugh.. AAARGGHH… You like this man milk, rich guy. Tell you what, I’m offering you my own body to make you even more perfect!”

Did i hear that right? He offered his own body to be absorbed by myself!

“But no, i don’t want to be just absorbed… I wanted to become a part of your rich life. I want my mind, my memory, and my sanity intact. I wanted to live alongside you as a rich stud”

“But i… i don’t have the serum”

He laughed, as he cleaned himself off, “Don’t fret, i have the serum with me.”

He went off to his gym bag as he took 2 serum that has same color.

“This serum works differently that the original one. Instead the host absorbing another, this one literally merges two bodies while keeping their personalities intact, thus two minds in one body.”

He offered one of the serum to myself. I took off my office suit, as we went to the shower room together.

I kept looking at his shaft. I can feel it… It’s going to be mine soon… That manhood, strong veiny and manly…

He pushed me down to the floors as he unite our body into a much more perfect entity.

Our manhoods were colliding each other. Two treasures of studs merging together into a larger, stronger, and more virile weapon of man.

“Ohhhh… I can feel it, our body merging..!!!” He moaned as he kept pushing into myself.

His arms, his legs, his torso, it melts down into my own. My own body accepted the foreign power of man. Our lips met, our tongues wrestle, using little time to give deep kiss as our head meld together.

His knowledge, his memories, began to pour into my own. But his personality intact.

“I finally going to live with you, as a rich man” another voice echoed in my head.

As he finally melds into me fully, My body began to move. I pushed myself up into a standing position. My arm began to move on its own, as if it’s partially controlled by my personal trainer, he put his briefs into our own body…

But then another spark of pleasure rise up in every inch of our nerves. It’s having an AMAZING ORGASM… EVERYWHERE

AHHHH… AAAAAAGHHHHH… SUCH PLEASURE… It feels.. GREAT..!!! ARRRGHHHH

We arched our combined heads. Our pecs began to inflate with power. Veins surfacing on our abs, biceps. Our strength combined, becoming the true being of testosterone!

Spines grew longer, our body increased in height

Our shoulders grow larger, our frame grow wider in size

Our abs stacks to each other, forming an amazing, large eight pack.

We moaned so loud in amazing pleasure. It’s the greatest growth we never felt before!

One ripped man, and one hulking man, together they become a large, powerful beauty made from muscle.

*Credit image goes to https://growboygrow.tumblr.com/

Suddenly our crotch felt really hot. As we feel blue inside our balls… The flaccid manhood began to grow enormously, two additional testicles were manifested into the scrotum. Forcing the briefs to grow obscenely large.

Slowly but surely the combined manhood forced upon our briefs, precums began flowing like crazy because all 3 sets of testicles working harder than normal.

Strange feeling flows up from our crotch into our pecs as our nipples grows and spurts out liquid. With a quick taste, it’s actually precum being shot.

The process was completed. A new, perfect man has stood in front of the mirror.

“We look amazing, isn’t it” As the voice from my personal trainer echoed through my mind.

“Indeed, we are.” As we flexed together our new large guns and posing a “most muscular” posture.

“I” took a new shot of myself in front of the mirror. Using it as the wallpaper of my smartphone.

Now I’m no longer the rich man, nor the personal trainer. But a new perfect entity of pure testosterone.

It is time to live together in harmony in form of perfect muscle. I pack all my things and wore my office suit.

Sadly, it seems i can’t button them. Because this combined body has larger frame and wider chest.

Oh well, might as go back home shirtless. At least my office pants is still wearable, albeit it’s too tight.

I might need new clothes, larger size.

This personal trainer named Thomas, lived happily alongside me. As two minds inside one perfect body.

As a man of strength, testosterone, virility, and of course… wealth.

Now, for a new selfie in my facebook.

I can’t wait to see my friends shocked upon my perfected handsomeness.