what i will be doing every wednesday night

wednesday. 11:05 am.
i’m trying to be happy
but i keep getting grasped by the clutches of sadness
when i remember how you just don’t care
and you probably won’t ever care
about me
or my happiness
ever again…
even if you do
it just won’t be the same.

thursday. 11:11 am.
for the first time in months
i didn’t wish for you
but believe me
i wanted to.

friday. 3:00 am.
i woke up to find our last conversation playing on a loop
i can’t sleep without hearing your voice
without wishing to relive that day just to change what happened
without missing what we had
without missing you
as i finally start to drift off to sleep again
i tell myself
that even if we are nothing now
it was an honor
a privilege
to have meant something
anything
to you at one point.

saturday. 7:35 pm.
you posted a selfie on twitter
i had to stop myself from liking it
but i couldn’t stop myself from going back onto your profile
and looking at it once more
i miss you.

sunday. 4:05 pm
i got a haircut today
i want to text you
or send you a selfie
like i used to be able to do
i want to ask you what you think of it
i want to ask if you think of me
i don’t
i won’t.

monday. 1:55 pm.
i had the weirdest dream last night
you were in it
the only part that wasn’t weird
was that even in my dream
you couldn’t be bothered to text me back.

tuesday. 4:57 am.
i’ve dreamt about you
every night
since you left
last night was no exception
and i am so
so tired
but i hope you’re sleeping well.

wednesday. 11:42 am.
whenever something happens
you’re still the first person i think to tell
i still have to stop myself every time
you’re the hardest habit
i’ve ever had to break.

—  a week with you on my mind || inspired by @panamaweddings
(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog! It's my favourite! Could you do a Shiro imagine where it's years after Voltron and him and his s/o have children and it's all cute and fluffy! 💖💖💖

ok, so I got a lot of this type of request so I’ll just do random HC’s, yeah? Mostly because if I broke these all up they would probably be extremely similar


  • Shiro’s got twin girls and he’s Blessed™ every morning he gets to see their beautiful faces
    • we’re continuing with the twins from earlier posts: Astrid and Hayden
  • if you didn’t think he cried when he got his first ‘#1 Dad’ you’re fucking wrong because this man bawled
    • it’s his favorite mug
    • until his daughters grow up more and start making him one every year, then those are his favorite
    • also he loves the crazy ties they choose for him each year. 
  • you thought he was romantic before marrying him? Well buddy, i have some news for you
    • takes every opportunity to say “Wifey” any time he possibly can. You are his ‘wifey’ and he loves saying it.
      • or ‘husband’ if that is what you prefer. every time. “Hey Husband.” what is your name? Husband.
    • flowers/chocolates/food/gifts weekly. just because he likes the look on your face when he comes home
    • you know that Roseanne post where dan gets her flowers? Yeah, that’s him
    • date night every wednesday (bc Fridays are busy) and sometimes it’s fancy, other times it’s not (”What do you mean Panda isn’t romantic? This is peak romance right here.”)
    • randomly massages parts of your body without asking
    • “What are you looking at Shiro?” “Only the most beautiful person in the universe.” “You’re a loser.” “But a loser who’s in looove~”
    • *soft sigh* “How did I get so lucky?” you’d think you’d be used to this, but it still makes you blush years later
    • “You’re so perfect, absolutely perfect.” “Shiro…I’m picking up dog shit.” “Yeah~”
  • has pictures of you, your daughters, and your pitbulls (3) all over his work area
    • there’s a small voltron dedicated area too, but it’s tiny compared to his family area. Lance is appalled.
    • “You won’t believe how cute my girls were this weekend!” proceeds to whip out the new 63 photos long album on facebook
  • speaking of, amateur Dad Photographer Shiro
    • he’s got a fancy Cannon with a bunch of different lenses
    • weekend daughter photoshoots are a hoot
    • your girls grow up loving it, being dramatic, imitating tyra banks, wearing ridiculous outfits, they are owning that back yard
    • they continue pretty much until the girls are like 13, because “It’s embarrassing dad!” “Ok, but I’m supposed to be embarrassing?” 
  • Soccer Mom Shiro
    • he’s got shirts that say his daughter’s names and numbers for every sport
    • he’s got noise makers and flags
    • the obnoxious parent who heckles the refs
      • “Hey ref! Did you come from FootLocker!? Because that was BULLSHIT!”
      • “oH SCREW YOU COACH! YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU HOW A REAL ELBOW GETS THROWN??!!”
      • he gets red carded, a lot.
      • you don’t even fight it anymore
    • the team loves him though because he’s super supportive of the other girls and he brings some killer snacks
      • not homemade though, he can’t cook for shit
  • remember his Expedition? He finally traded her in for a new version and is the official Mom Car™ for team/friend trips
  • let me repeat, he can not cook for shit. but for some reason he can throw it down of the barbecue
    • convinced it’s a perk you unlock after childbirth
  • very protective of his daughters, but respects their right to privacy and right to do their own things
    • but he taught them how to fight, so every fuck boi within a 10 mile radius knows not to fuck with the Shirogane Twins
    • he chugs that Respect Women Juice
    • wants to break a kid the first time a daughter cries over a romantic partner. but then he remembers murder on Earth is illegal. 
  • overly supportive in whatever his daughters and you choose to pursue
    • just overly supportive in everything really
    • he basically lives for you guys 
  • doesn’t get sick for some reason, so whenever someone is sick in the house, Nurse Shirogane/Dad is on it
  • “Who wore their shoes in the house?? Seriously?”
  • *pinches his nose with a deep sigh* “I’m sorry, my daughter punched Travis. But frankly, he kept harassing her even after she told him to stop snapping her bra strap. So the question we should be addressing here, Principal, is why your teacher allowed this sexual harassment to continue and did nothing to help my daughter?” Guess who got detention? Not his daughter.
  • Wants to cry a bit when his daughters start asking questions about sex
    • but he’ll be damned if they don’t know everything
    • it was actually a good family talk, after the initial awkwardness
  • The Hot Dad
    • his daughters’ friends all have a crush on him and he can’t figure out why
    • it’s totally not because he’s hot
    • or that he’s actually interested in what they have to say
    • or that he does yard work shirtless
    • or that he remembers random facts about them that they thought he would forget
    • nope
    • his daughters are grossed out
    • you think its hilarious because you get to tap that
  • drops off his girls at school
    • “Have fun! I love you! Make good decisions! I miss you already!”
    • “OmG DAD GO HOME!”“GROOOOSSS!”
  • goes to pick them up and has a little sign like people do at the airport that says “Shirogane” with like glitter and hearts and shit
    • the twins are embarrassed each time but they secretly love it
  • threw up the first time he had to change a poopy diaper
    • he did it though. he did it.
  • sings around the house a lot, just little random song parts or to the dogs
    • “Where oh where are my pup-py dogs~?” the dogs come slipping and sliding around the corner every time you guys come home
    • *badly and purposely out of tune* “And there’s the love of my liiiiife!!!~” “Oh stop it Shiro!” “She thinks I’m talking about her~. but I’m talking about the noo~odles~” *you throw a noodle at his head*
    • accompanied by bad dance moves
  • speaking of puppy dogs, has 3 pitbulls that look vicious as hell but they’re just as sweet as him
    • they are wonderfully trained and big babies
    • his ‘other children’ 
    • wouldn’t hurt a fly, but ain’t nobody fuck with you guys on walks
    • Their names are Mr. Murder (Murds for short), Cupcake (Cakey), and Rebel (Bells). He didn’t name them. The girls did.
  • There is also a grumpy house cat that nobody knows how old it is or how you acquired it. The Captain has just, always been…
    • Cappy showed up one day and never left
    • he’s a solid grey Blue Russian/Siamese mix with green eyes that rules the dogs
    • only loves Shiro and tolerates everyone else (he loves you guys really, but Shiro is his person)
    • Shiro baby talks him, “Who’s a good murder cat? You are! Yes! You!!!”
  • the house cleaner, his house and yard is spotless.
    • once broke out a ruler to measure the grass. you made fun of him.
    • “I swear to God, if Jim’s nasty ass tree grows over the fence this year, I will cut it down. I don’t give a fuck.”
    • fond of power washing
  • hot mechanic, does his own car work
  • head kisses for everyone! you are a well kissed family
  • also you’re the couple that’s always got your hands linked, arms wrapped around each other, or just leaning against each other
    • you’re always touching. always.
  • family Halloween costumes
    • Halloween is his JAM
    • lives for Halloween decorating
  • watches House Hunters religiously
  • The one who drags the family to World Market and Kohl’s for house decor
    • the house is definitely decorated for every major holiday
    • and he’s actually really good at decor? Like, you wouldn’t think so given with his clothing style and bad hair cut, but wow. you’ve got a nice house. (yes, i’m dragging Shiro)
  • you’ve come home routinely to the girls doing is hair and makeup and nails
    • “Hey honey, look how pretty I am. Didn’t the girls do a wonderful job?” “Just…marvelous dear.” “Right? Your turn is next.” oh no…
    • doesn’t wash off the nail polish, nobody makes fun of him. nobody.
  • tries to make you breakfast in bed on your birthday and valentine’s day
    • he can only make harboiled eggs and toast
    • when the girls get older, it gets more elaborate because they can help
  • super excited to teach the girls how to drive, but worried about dying
    • screamed more than once in the car and tried to slam on his invisible break
    • “Please…stop… you’re making my hair whiter…”
    • “I said SLOW, THIS IS NOT SLOW!!!”
    • Hands are pressing on the roof of the car and he’s twisted in the seat trying to brace himself
  • one day he figures out how to work the crockpot and can now contribute to family meals
  • loves taking you guys camping
    • tent camping, because RV camping ‘isn’t real’
    • a pyromaniac
    • everyone needs a personal bear mace and a dog at all times
    • the cat goes too, on a harness
    • family snuggles in the hammock for star gazing. including said pets. it’s a big hammock. 
  • everyone has an absurd knowledge about space. he was an astronaut and lived in space for a few years, so yeah
  • routinely uses Scary Aunt Allura as a threat
  • selfies!!! he has a lot of surprise ones where he just comes up and kisses you and takes the picture
    • the girls are selfie queens too family pictures happen. a lot.
    • “Family selfie!!” “We’re at Albertson’s????” “Don’t care, get in here.”
  • just, embarrassing but totally authentic dad!Shiro melts me
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‘You’ve got a problem or what?’ Jayce growled, stretching his neck. The guy was big and buff, but he dealt with the likes of him every week, didn’t he? Nothing new, just a way to spend a Wednesday night. He spitted in disgust.

‘No, but you obviously do,’ the stranger said and paused, taking a drag from his cigarette. 'That’s good I’m your fairy godmother, tough.’ He nodded as to reassure himself. 'I can solve your problem,’ he finished and showed his teeth.

'Flattered but I’m in no need of a papi,’ Jayce snarled. The guy just smiled in return. Something was off with him. He was too calm, too collected, to ready to get physical for an ordinary person. Jayce frowned. 'Who are you?’

'You’re smarter than I thought,’ the guy said, throwing his cigarette away and leaning toward Jayce. 'I’m Kalem Savage,’ he paused, 'DEA.’ Jayce froze. The guy was right. He did have a problem, a huge problem.

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Play By Your Rules (Part One)

Stiles x Reader, Void Stiles x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, dry humping, handcuffs, oral (male on female & female on male), fingering, orgasm denial, masturbation (female)

A/N: This is my first smut, but I hope you guys think it’s good.

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It was my wife’s birthday Wednesday. We went out to dinner (just like every other night), and as we finished up dessert, I couldn’t help but think about Sidney Crosby.

People always ask me, “What’s Sid like? What makes Sid so great?” Well, I do believe I have found the secret to his success.

It’s dessert.

He loves dessert, and it has been the driving force behind our playoff push.

From Magnolia Bakery in New York, to Georgetown Cupcakes, he refuses to be denied.

So if you’re ever questioning that dessert at the end of dinner, just remember, Sidney Crosby would … and it has worked out well for him.

—  Jeff Zatkoff
423: Contagious

Drabble request by @thevioletthourr​: Hey! My request would be song 423 with the sentence “Storms don’t last forever.” 

Word Count: 875

A/N: This song gets stuck in my head so easily. I don’t know what it is about Boys Like Girls, but this girl definitely likes those boys (see what I did there? Huh? Huh? Wow. Tough crowd). Anyway, they have tons of good songs. I definitely recommend them!

Version en Español: 423: Contagioso

Song 423: Contagious by Boys Like Girls


“Dude,” Sam slid onto the stool next to Dean. “That was the third girl you turned down in the last hour. What the hell is going on with you?”

“Just not in the mood, Sam. Leave it alone.” Dean nursed his beer and tried to think about the hunt. Some sort of monster with an appetite for children. That had to be the number one priority right now. Monsters eating innocent kids? No way Dean was going to let that bastard live.

“Seriously. Are you sick? You’ve had that same beer for the last two hours. You haven’t been speeding lately. You barely touch your food. And you haven’t even looked at a chick in—“ Sam cut off in sudden understanding once he did the mental math, but Dean wasn’t about to let that string of conversation happen.

“You keeping tabs on me, Sammy? I’m flattered, really. Maybe you should turn your powers of observation toward the case.”

Sam sighed. “Dean, you left her, remember?”

“I know,” Dean spat out, remembering every single detail of that rainy Wednesday night when he walked away from you. “You don’t have to remind me, Sammy.”

Dean’s animosity was palpable, so Sam shifted the conversation toward the case and away from you.

For the next few days, Dean pushed you as far from his mind as he could. The monster. That was the only thing that mattered. But as soon as the son of a bitch was dead, Sam was right on the warpath again.

“What are you doing, dude?” Sam asked as they drove away from town. “You’re miserable. She’s probably miserable too.”

“I’m not talking about this.”

“You guys had something great and you’re just going to let that go?”

“What am I supposed to do, Sam? Take her on the road with us? She’s the dinner and movie kind of girl and I don’t do that shit. She has money and I wear holey clothes that have blood stains on them. She’s lives in the rich, new Mercedes world and we deal with demons on a daily basis. You of all people should know that the hunter life isn’t meant for relationship crap.”

For the next few weeks, Dean deflected the conversation each time Sam tried to bring it up. Then Sam left his laptop open one day and Dean happened to catch a glimpse of your Facebook profile on the screen. At first, he managed to tear himself away without giving into his curiosity. But after walking past a few times, he found himself sitting down and scrolling through your timeline.

There were a few pictures that you were tagged in with your friends, but your smile was off. It wasn’t the bright, excited smile that Dean had fallen in love with. Then he reached a status that you’d posted a few weeks after he broke up with you and he couldn’t breathe correctly.

Y/N posted: Storms don’t last forever? Then why can’t I see the end in sight?

As if moving on their own volition, Dean found his fingers scrolling through the comments. So many of your friends expressed concern and support, but it didn’t seem like any of them knew what you were talking about. Then he got to one comment from your brother.

Anthony commented: Do I need to kick some douchebag’s ass?

Y/N replied: He’s not a douchebag. Just a misguided, overprotective idiot.

There were more replies, but Dean’s eyes focused on the last word of that comment and his mind traveled back to the first time he kissed you.

*****

“I don’t fit in here.” Dean motioned to the entirety of your New York penthouse. “I grew up in shitty hotel rooms and ate vending machine snacks more often than not.”

You shook your head with a soft smile painting your lips and scooted closer to him on your couch. “If you think how you grew up matters to me, then you’re an idiot, Dean Winchester. But you’re my idiot. So you fit in wherever I am.”

Dean looked away from the expensive décor and focused entirely on your beautiful eyes. You reached out and rested your hand on the back of his neck, urging him closer to you. It didn’t take much pressure at all.

Just before you kissed him, you laughed lightly. “Besides, I grew up in a one bedroom apartment with my single mother, my brother, and my two sisters. We’re not that different.”

“Are you calling yourself an idiot too, then?”

Another magical laugh escaped your lips just before they touched his.

*****

That kiss was the moment that you infected Dean with whatever love bug he’d been feeling.

Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was out of his seat in one second, and sprinting up the stairs towards the door in the next second. The revving of the Impala’s engine in his ears cemented his purpose and it wasn’t long before he was going ninety-five on the highway, pointed towards New York. He really was an idiot, letting you go like that and leaving his heart behind. Now he was going after you and nothing would get in his way.

Storms may not last forever, but what he felt for you definitely would. 



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Criminal Case

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Title : Criminal Case

Pairing : Bambam x Reader 

Genre : Fluff 

Author : Myself

Summary : Wednesday Nights are Criminal Case nights. That is, until it turns into a bickering session with your boyfriend.


“It’s her fiancé.” You stated, dead serious. Your concentrated mind wandered to the bowl of popcorn and you took a handful of the salty snack, nodding.

“Why does it always have to be the boyfriend or fiancé?” The voice, who had been silent for a couple of minutes now, tore you out of the television, dumbfounded.

You scoffed “He loved her, she cheated on him and wanted to move out. He has no alibi.”

“Yeah but what if it was the lover, or even the step-father? They said he used to beat her.”

You rolled your eyes, munching on your snack “Just admit you guys are freaks, Bam.”

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Twin Peaks Season 1 ( Sentence Starters )

  • “She’s dead…wrapped in plastic.”
  • “There are many stories in _____. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery: the mystery of life.”
  • “It is a story of many, but begins with one – and I knew her.”
  • “Never seen so many trees in my life.”
  • “_____, I’ll see you in my dreams.”
  • “_____, I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies.”
  • “That’s what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down and not speed up.”
  • “Behind all things are reasons.”
  • “Reasons can even explain the absurd.”
  • “You know, this is – excuse me – a damn fine cup of coffee!”
  • “Black as midnight on a moonless night.”
  • “I hear that you’re real good at what you do.”
  • “Normally, if a stranger walked into my station talking this kind of crap, he’d be looking for his teeth two blocks up.”
  • “You may think I’ve gone insane, but I promise, I will kill again.”
  • “There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things.”
  • “Then the day when the sadness comes, we ask: ‘Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?’ The answer, of course, is yes.”
  • “Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?“
  • “One day the sadness will end.”
  • “Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup collides with ham.”
  • “You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen!”
  • “I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty.”
  • “Have you no compassion?”
  • “I just ask you to get the hell out of my way, so that I can finish my work. Is that clear?”
  • “I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults.”
  • “Oh yeah, well I’ve had about enough of morons and half-wits, dolts, dunces, dullards, and dumbells, and you, you chowder-head yokel, you blithering hayseed, you’ve had enough of me?”
  • “He hit me!”
  • “Well, I’m sure he meant to do that.”
  • “Maybe you should have a little talk with _____.”
  • “_____ doesn’t talk, he hits.”
  • “The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.”
  • “You’ll have to excuse me this morning, I’m running late. I only have time for coffee.”
  • “Well maybe I could go with you.”
  • “Wednesdays were traditionally a school day when I was your age.”
  • “I can’t believe you were ever my age.”
  • “What did you see that night?”
  • “_____ wanted to die.”
  • “What else did she tell you? Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world?”
  • “Every time it got harder to go back up into the light.”
  • “I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. I don’t want there to be any lies between us.”
  • “It’s the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness and I don’t want us to be like that.”
  • “Sometimes when we see the eyes – those horrible times when we see the eyes that have no soul – then we know a darkness.”
  • “Where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.”
  • “Do you like to gamble, _____?”
  • “_____, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”
  • “Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen.”
  • “A present? Like Christmas?”
  • “Ah, man, that hits the spot. Nothing like a great cup of black coffee.”
  • “What’s up, doc?”
  • “Just a few words before I go to sleep.”
  • “I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones.”
  • “That’ll be my little secret, okay?”
  • “I’m going to go down and get us two malts and some fries downstairs. Then I want you to tell me all your troubles.”
  • “That could take all night.”
  • “Now, I’m going to get the food, and you’re going to get dressed.”
  • “I can’t tell you all my secrets.”
  • “Secrets are dangerous things, _____.”
  • “Do you have any secrets?”
  • “_____ had a lot of secrets.”
  • “Finding those out is my job.”

HORRAY!  WE MADE GOAL! 🎉


We raised over £500 this year, meaning in the past 2 years we have raised over £3600 for @switchboardlgbt!


Here are some of the replies to my morning tweet regarding the fundraiser!


https://twitter.com/IanHallard/status/920556651463233536


https://twitter.com/switchboardLGBT/status/920556824453091329


https://twitter.com/Nuala_OS/status/920573800575619072


I am really so pleased about this, and I have to thank every single one of you who donated, shared, reblogged, posted, and went above and beyond what they had to do to make this a success.  Thank you all so, so much, and I’ll see you around this time next year to do it all over again! 😀

You are all so amazing and I love you all.  ❤️

Here’s a lovely picture from Mark’s birthday last night.  I’m jealous of the sparkler, to be honest!  I ran a half marathon and only got a medal! 😂 

Six Stages of (Grief) The 100 Hiatus

1 & 2.) Shock & denial. “Ooh… a six year and seven day time jump?! I’m here for it!” “That finale was AMAZING!” “Season 5 is going to be EPIC!” *casually shuts off TV and logs onto Tumblr to discuss the finale with friends, almost completely oblivious to the fact they have to wait seven months for the next episode*

3.) Anger. “2018?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO WAIT THAT LONG?!” “YOU CANT GIVE US A FINALE THAT GOOD AND EXPECT US TO BE OKAY WITH WAITING!” *vents/rants on Tumblr about how much they miss the show, carefully specifying how they wish they didn’t have to wait so long* *avoids TV on Wednesday nights as a subconscious form of protest*

4.) Bargaining. *slides $5 under table* “So… any news on season 5 yet?” “GIVE ME ALL THE INTERVIEWS! I NEED ALL OF THE INTERVIEWS!” *Googles ‘The 100’ every day to see if any information has been updated or released…. just in case*

5.) Depression. “I was fine until SDCC. I was fine until the sizzle reel was released.” “There is a The 100-sized hole in my heart that no other show can fit.” “I know! I’ll do a rewatch of the entire show! That’ll make things easier, right?!” *relives all of their emotions during rewatch, which only makes them realize how much they miss the show* *rolls on the floor and cries* “Maybe angsty fanfic will help?”

6.) Acceptance. Oh, who am I kidding?! I’m never going to get to this stage.

I missed a post yesterday! Oops! Back to the new format DailyDurian posting. What I hope to do from here on out is post a coloured pic every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (Australian time) and in the i between Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, post the black and white line art and/or process sketches accompanying the piece.

Just something I’m trying out to get more stuff out there and keeping my cranking out process going!

For today, here’s

“ARM WRASSLIN”

Soundwave x Firestar in an epic arm wrestle-off!
Thanks to my buddy @krinsyn for the idea!! The original sketch was about 45 mins for the lineart then a bunch of time for the colours last night!
I tried to find what refs I could for soundwave in his current “Optimus Prime” look by Kei Zama. And of course the amazing Alex Milne for Firestar.

I have never been so excited for a Monday!!

It’s Come Home Day!!

Some time this afternoon we get to do what we thought we’d be doing last Tuesday or Wednesday! We are both so excited!!!

In the mean time, my 6day old child decided yesterday that he would try snacking or some form of cluster feeding. He ate at least and oz every 90minutes capping off with BF for 30min at 9pm, plus immediately taking 1.5oz from a bottle, and 2oz more 30 min later 😳 Hungry boy is hungry! But hey, then he slept through the night. I’m up to producing about 4oz in a session but he isn’t great at getting it all, so I’ve been feeding, pumping and bottle feeding to keep my hungry bean full. It takes about an hour so not losing 40min every 3-4 hrs to drive to and from the hospital will be awesome!!

@braezenkitty you say something, my brain goes “We can Destiel this.” 


Cas just wanted someone to share his life with, was that so much to ask? Someone to go for Sunday brunch with or to watch a movie with late at night, cuddled up on their sofa. Someone whose body he could learn, tease, praise. 

Cas didn’t particularly like dating, but he had it down to an art by this point to decrease the stress it caused. The evening always went the same. Meet up with his date. Go to the same restaurant. Be greeted by the same valet. Same hostess. Same server staff. Order himself the same meal. 

He told himself after the 6th time of this that he was just going about it in a scientific manner. If the date went well he knew then that it wasn’t the surroundings, that it was him genuinely enjoying the company of his date. 

But each time the bill was covered and they would each make their own excuses to go their own separate way. 

It took him until his 10th date to realize that the best part of the evening – and the part he looked forward to most – was the few minutes he got to talk to the head valet while he waited for his car to be brought round.

“You must be a popular guy, Mr Novak,” the head valet commented, capping their previous conversation on the previous night’s football game. 

“It’s not – I don’t – I mean,” Cas shrugged, flustered all of a sudden. “I’m not the one finding the dates. My family and friends set me up with them. It isn’t like I’m using, you know, an app. I’m not the one doing this, they’re picking the people.” 

The head valet laughed, green eyes lit with mischief. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, or comment really. Not very professional. 

“You must like it to keep bringing them here though.”  

Not really, Castiel understood all at once. The atmosphere was too stuck up. The food portions always so small Cas usually found himself eating half a box of crackers soon as he got home. 

Then why do I keep coming here? 

“Your car, Sir,” the younger man smiled, gesturing to where Castiel’s car was idling in the bay. 

Oh. His smile was beautiful. Dean read his name tag. 

“Thanks,” Cas nodded, heart sinking that the most cherished part of his evening was over once again. “I hope the Jayhawks have better luck next time.” 

“You bet they will,” Dean winked. 

Castiel’s next date was a disaster. His date accused him of rushing to leave. He couldn’t even deny it as all he’d wanted to do was eat fast so he could spend a few moments with Dean. 

Half an hour later he was back outside, handing over his parking receipt. 

“That was fast,” Dean commented casually. 

“It was… not good.” Cas winced. Even for him that was an unmitigated disaster. 

“I’m sorry,” he even looked sad for Castiel. 

“Would you like to get a burger sometime?” Cas blurted out. “I would take you here, but I don’t think I even like the food.” 

“Huh,” was all the response he got. 

“Crap, I’m sorry, you’re just being nice because you’re being professional and I’m making you feel awkward, I’m sorry, I’ll just–”

“I’d really like to get a burger with you. It’s just, after I slipped you my number the first time you came here, I didn’t much think you were interested. You went home alone and I was feeling hopeful.” 

“What?” Cas was taken aback. “Your number?” 

“You think I write my personal cell number on the back of every slip?” 

Cas couldn’t even remember seeing the number. He’d pretty much just screwed the slip of paper up and thrown it away. 

“Crap! I had no idea.” 

“I feel like you don’t do subtle well. I’m off Wednesday night.” Dean grabbed Castiel’s arm and used a pen retrieved from Castiel’s shirt pocket to write his number on the other man’s hand. “Give me a call. I’ll pick you up, ok? No offence, but your car’s kind of a crap heap.” 

“You said you liked it!” Cas had remembered feeling a little proud someone who spent all day looking after cars had bothered to comment on his Lincoln. 

“I’m hoping after some proper food in you, you understand flirting a bit better. Maybe that’s where you’ve been going wrong. Too much froufrou not enough grease and carbs.” 

As they later would discover, Dean’s theory turned out to be correct – or so he claimed. Castiel was fairly sure it was the company and them being wholly compatible. But they had a lifetime together ahead of them to suss out the finer points of this particular debate. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I absolutely love this blog what a great idea! Do you know of any fics of Even and Isak in the future, maybe with kids ? Thanks for the help xx

Anonymous: Hey, can you recommend some fics of Isak and Even as parents? Thank you **


Hello & thank you!

Sure, some parenthood!au/Evak & kids fics coming right up :)

  • Our Steady True North by verlore_poplap
    Summary: Five times Isak and Even were amicable; plus one time they just weren’t.

  • he’ll never walk away by thekardemomme
    Summary: “Tell him to join the fucking club. I’ll make t-shirts if I get enough members. The Fuck Isak’s Shitty Father Club, meetings every Wednesday.”

  • Better With You by iriswests
    Summary: Isak and Even don’t know what they’d do without the other. Eventually, they realize they don’t really need to find out.

  • The Nanny by allisonbucky
    Summary: Even is a hot stressed dad of two little girls, and Isak becomes his nanny. Rom Com shenanigans ensue.

  • Blanket Fort by steverogersperfectteeth
    Summary: Isak finds his husband and their children in a blanket fort in the middle of the night.

  • Time For Ourselves by SuddenTempest
    Summary: Just a day in Isak Valtersen’s married life.

EDIT (28/6/2017): A few newer ones!

  • This Endless Haze of Life by harrysaintlaurent
    Summary: “Maybe we should get a dog?” Isak suggested, offering a small smile with it. “I was thinking earlier, maybe something a little bit more familial.” This is a 5 chaptered mini-fic following the life and times of Isak and Even as parents. Each chapter contains a snapshot into various stages of their lives with two children.

  • Dreamers Stay Dreaming by bbyfruit
    Summary: “Isak?” “Yeah?” “I love you.” “Are you saying goodbye? Do you have to go?” Isak frowned. “No, not for a little bit. I was just reminding you,” Even said. OR: Isak and Even navigate love in all its complications - after ten years together, a daughter, and jobs that take them away from each other, but it’s all good. It’s all good.

  • i can fly higher than an eagle for you are the wind beneath my wings by cuddlesevak ✓
    Summary: She calls them Isak and Even.And it’s great, honestly. Hearing their names come out of her mouth, their daughter’s mouth. A ground-shaking reminder that she’s there, with them, and that this is happening. It’s real, it’s now. Isak calls her Tiff. Even often calls her love. Or; Isak and Even adopt a little girl.

  • 5 Years Takes Time by bashfulisak
    Summary: Isak and Even adopt a sweet daughter named Sol and go through the steps and learning lessons of parenting.

  • Fatherhood by secondhandsunlight
    Summary: A series of drabbles exploring Isak and Even’s lives as fathers to three children: Elise, Ingvild, and Eivind.

  • I’ll give you the brightest sunshine by iheartpeterhale
    Summary: It was something that they new would always happen, a life being brought into their lives that would make all the gloomy days into something so bright.

(✓ - oneshots/completed chaptered fics)

anonymous asked:

(@ bi anon: i gotchu fam) Natasha secretly teaching Bucky's daughter the ways of seduction of all genders. Tony walking into this and being like "What are you doing? Your form is completely wrong. You gotta swing your hips like this." And then this becomes a regular thing. Every Friday night, Auntie Tasha and Uncle Tony teach Little Soldier how to go about seducing the peoples. Well, when Bucky finds out about this, it's through finding his daughter giving her girl a lap dance.

omg omg 

Daddy Wednesday™

anonymous asked:

CAAAN YOU FEEEL DA LOOOVE TONIGHT?????

Tom calls that night.

Harry doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t try calling again and he doesn’t text, either. There’s just an alert on Harry’s phone staring at him for the rest of the evening, a missed call from an unknown number.

Harry resists the urge to respond, and instead heads over to Ron’s to hang out instead.

-

The next morning, Harry wonders how Tom will react to being snubbed. Will he be angry? Mad? Apathetic?

When Harry spies him from across the store, he begins making Tom’s drink before he even arrives at the counter. Harry acknowledges that this is pathetic on some level—he has Tom’s break schedule memorized, and now he’s making his double espresso before Tom even orders it.

Which Harry doesn’t charge him for, of course.

“Morning, Tom,” Harry says, though it’s nearing noon. He smiles brightly, anticipation for Tom’s annoyance making him far too giddy.

As much as Harry likes being nice to Tom, he can’t help enjoying getting a rise out of him even more.

“Good morning, Harry,” Tom responds, and… and he doesn’t seem annoyed at all. He grins and accepts his coffee, perfectly composed when he says, “You didn’t answer last night. And here I was, under the impression that you wanted to show me something interesting.”

Harry isn’t sure if he’s mad at himself or not. He suddenly hates that he didn’t answer - maybe he had missed his only chance. “Well, if you would have bothered asking, I was busy last night,” he says. “You’re not the only one with obligations outside of this store, you know.”

“…I see.”

“Tonight, then.”

Tom steps away, and Harry regrets not holding his coffee hostage like he usually does, among other things. “It’s Friday. I have plans every Friday.”

“What could you possibly be doing every single Wednesday and Friday evening?” Harry asks. “Some kind of church, or something?”

Tom snorts.

Harry didn’t realize that one: he was being funny, or two: Tom was capable of making such an undignified noise. Tom didn’t seem to realize this about himself, either, because he instantly covers his mouth with his hand and his face immediately turns red. Harry barely stops himself from laughing.

“Not church, then,” he murmurs, and his inner monster has resurfaced at the sight of Tom’s blushing face. “So, what is it? Something devious?”

“I said it’s none of your business.” Tom backs away, and it’s rather adorable, how quickly he can switch from charming and intimidating to flustered and irritated.

Tom hesitates for a moment, like he might say something else, but then decides against it. He turns and escapes to his table, still red-faced, once more to write. Or draw. Or do whatever it is Tom is recording in that little black book.

Harry wonders if it has something to do with his mysterious bi-weekly meetings…

He knows he should let it be, but Harry never was one to be rational. Harry decides, against all sound reasoning, that tonight he will find out what Tom the book-store employee is up to when he’s off the clock.

Roommates Don’t Keep Secrets

by reddit user dme14

I never knew where she went every Wednesday night. When I asked, she would never reply or act like she didn’t hear me. At first, I thought she was just seeing a guy and didn’t want me to know about it. But over time it seemed strange to me that she would only see this person once a week for an hour. Maybe she got back into drugs or maybe she entered sex work. She was always a wild one and her past was speckled with dark spots.

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Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

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Chapter 9 (4393 words)

Blaine ushers a giggling and squirming Kurt through his bedroom door when a thought wallops him like a sledgehammer.

The suit.

Blaine had forgotten about the suit.

The beautifully tailored but puzzling pariah suit that Blaine had brought back from the Victorian house.

The suit Blaine had wanted to see Kurt wear so he could relive the vision of the handsome young man with the sorrowful eyes.

The suit that Kurt seems to fear for unexplained reasons.

It’s still hanging in Blaine’s closet, where he had hastily shoved it among his shirts and slacks.

Shit!

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Noisy Neighbors

Characters – Sam x Reader (Neighbor AU)

Summary – Will an obnoxious neighbor help you get to know your soulmate?

Word Count – 1,610

Warnings – None

A/N – Written for the SPN Fanfic Pond’s Pond Writing Challenge.   My prompt was trope #4: Neighbor AU – You knocked furiously on my door to tell me to stop having loud sex, but when I appear fully clothed in front of you, we are both disturbed by the thought of it being the old lady from above.

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It had been the week from hell at work.  It was finally Friday, and all you wanted to do was put on your most comfortable pajamas, grab a bottle of your favorite wine, and watch Netflix until Monday came rolling around again.  You got the mail and started trudging up the stairs to your second floor apartment.  

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