what if i forgot someone omg

anonymous asked:

Yoi fandom, I need your help! There's this amazing fic based on a tumblr post AND I FORGOT TO SAVE IT! I can't find it anymore T^T It's about Yuuri living in Detroit with Viktor and Yuri, having retired from skating and going to University and at some point after fangirls ask him for a picture when he's out with his friends they are like "What was that about?" and he tells them and then they ask about Viktor and, again, he tells them, and they're like "You're married??" - I hope someone can help

Omg I haven’t read any fic like that, anybody know which fic it is?

-nad

anonymous asked:

hi, do you have any book tumblrs to recommend? also i love your blog!

hi omg thank you!! 💛

okay so i’m not sure if ur looking for actual booklrs or blogs that post ya lit, which is what i mostly follow, but here are some:

@dailylit @richardpapan @mavencalore @rykesmeadow @scorpusmalfoy @herimone @doriaelin @dawncourt @allisonjrenyolds @audreil @zoyalina @csaintclair @cadysinclair @khazbrekker @katiebells @blcise @padmaspatil @mjnyard @jesperfehay @czernys @larajeahsong @softgansey @softghafas @adampairrsh @wespers @stormhund @admlynch @lilaabard @shortjosten @jeremvknox @mvnyard @yourlarajean @kerahs @noahsweetwne @noahcznerys

+ blogroll
cos there’s legit so many and i’m sure i forgot someone whoops 😁

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How wonderful! Do I get a certificate or something?

the weirdest shit jst happened our neighbour couldn’t get to his apartment cos he forgot his keys and he was banging at our door so my pap went to open it cos he thought it was someone bad and SINCE THERE R PPL OVER RN THEY ALL TRIED TO BREAK IN THE DOOR TOGETHER WTF well what I wanted to say is my papi and his friends broke down our neighbours door so he could get home & I was taking care of the his dog cos he seemed stressed omg

anonymous asked:

1. Thank you I now have THE song and THE picture gloriously burned into my memory 3. I forgot what point 2 was cause my brain stalled out. *looks at hands helplessly* how am I to battle against Guzma when all I can think of is this?? thank you I think?

excellent. this makes me happy. someone else can suffer with me lmao

haaaaave you seen reader/guzma fics? because they exist and I’ve selfishly latched to two of them in particular and they are so good omg even with my picky standards

as for the battle, mmmm call him daddy and maybe he’ll go easy on you? 👀

anonymous asked:

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN BC I SENT YOU A LINK FJSK HERE: (twitter)(.)com/ finekth / status /(830623092955369473) just remove the parentheses spaces and hopefully it shows up- hc anon (sry about that I forgot about tumblr's dumb links rule)

OMG ye wow i would slap someone so hard if they said that to my face. but i mean those ppl were literally thinking of cutting seungkwan out of their “perfect seventeen” group & he’s one of the main fucking vocals so clearly they have zero idea what they’re talking about

Someone once told me that I’d never be able to love unless I learned to love myself, but I loved her so much that I forgot what hating myself felt like.
—  E. Grin

@blondandclumsyleader || {X}

His actions caused her cheeks to burn red. She hadn’t expected such an thing from him. Not that she didn’t like it, but having two awkward people in such a situation wasn’t such a great idea. With the time she had spent around him and at the school, Kadia was convinced someone like him wouldn’t care for her like that. Despite his flaws, she thought he was lovely.

when he fell, she let out a small, cute laugh before coming down to kneel beside him at the bottom on the stairs. “Are you ok?”

Wash Out The Pain - Part II

Prompt: Could you maybe write a fic where Owen gets a phonecall that Amelia is in the bar (maybe from the bar tender?) and he goes to get her. Also, I remember reading someone would move in with Owen. I don’t think that’s happened yet. What if it’s Amelia?

Okay so I wanna say thank you to the Anon who prompted me this. Whoever you are, omg, I hope you’ve liked it. The ending though, well I tried to get as close as possible to it. Lol.

Oh and I did something horrible on the previous chapter. I forgot to name the song I quoted on Part I, omg. Please forgive me and see below the three songs I replayed the whole time I was writing this:

Song (not quoted but it practically breaks me) | Song (for Part II) | Song (for Part I) |

Warning: This is a monster. I say it now. The warning’s for the swearing I guess, because I shouldn’t be encouraging it. And well… It’s a monster. Lol. 

Oh won’t you stay with me?
‘Cause you’re all I need
This ain’t love, it’s clear to see
but darling stay with me

He opened the door to his apartment, multitasking between carrying a sleeping Amelia in his arms and unlocking the door. He maneouvered through his couch, across the comfortably-spaced living room, no lights on except for the one on the hallway. When he reached his own bedroom, he lay her down gently on top of the black, thick layer of the mattress.

He was quiet and he moved gently, mechanically, automatically. He was on auto-pilot, walking towards the bathroom, drawing a hot bath that he expected to cool down well-enough to be the perfect temperature for her. He thought of every mundane and necessary thing he could think of, focusing solely on the task at hand. He would probably have to deal with the other questions screaming in his head eventually, but right now he needed to concentrate on her. After laying every item down on the bathroom like a surgical instrument, he went on to delicately tear her armour apart, every piece of clothing she cocooned herself in - everything in order like a mastered procedure: first her jacket, discarded to the armchair by his bed. Then her shoes at the bottom of her feet.

Then her blouse, unbuttoning each button one by one, revealing her creamy white skin, no longer flush from the alcohol like before, but brilliantly fair. He took her pants off next, peeling them away from her legs. He was silent and meticulous and careful, like she was made of glass.

Maybe after all, he thought, she really was made of glass, the kind that was almost bullet-proof. Almost bullet-proof, he mused. Nobody is bullet-proof. Moving to the bathroom again, he left her for a moment, her body bare in his bed.

Stirring slightly awake from the change in temperature, Amelia curled herself into the sheets. She felt a little cold and her limbs scoured the bed trying to find a sign of warmth. Her mind had not registered the fact that she was in a bed in the first place. Then she felt arms underneath her, strong and snug and then the cold was discarded like an afterhthought. She wasn’t so cold anymore. It was unsettling though, feeling like she was naked, but not. There was strange comfort in these arms.

Owen had already seen Amelia nude countless times, and taking her underwear off should not even be such a big deal to him at this point, but right now he faultered. He had lain Amelia on the bath, half her body upright, reclining comfortably against the tub’s wall. The only hint her body gave of acknowledging the water was the little goosebumps that rose on her skin from the sudden warmth, and the tiny sigh that escaped her lips. The silky material of her creamy underwear soaked in the water and he unhooked her bra, taking each strap down her shoulders and off. He lowered her panties down her firm and strong legs with utmost reverence. 

He kept her head above the water, and cleaned her up with clinical precision. She was beautiful under the water, and the curves of her breasts, her waist and her hips had not changed in the least. It was the way that he saw her body right now that held his thoughts captive. He had taken the scrub and soaked it with soap and rubbed it down every inch of her skin. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive, nor that he did not feel the same heat that coursed through him when he saw the contour of her frame under the water, and how soft and supple her skin felt under his hands. It was that he only wanted to physically erase all the things that must have driven her to this state. He imagined dark patches of sadness on her shoulders and strings of pain on her chest, and he gently rubbed any illusive trace of darkness he conceived as if the act in itself would magically take it all away – down her neck, her collarbone, the sensitive skin under her forearm, her palm, down to each of her fingertips… Then to her chest, the soft edges of her chest, her nipples, and her abdomen. He moved closer to the side of the tub and dipped both his arms down in the water to fold her leg up. He guided the scrub down between her legs, lightly brushing against her in passing. Amelia stirred and brought her legs together as a reflex, her dizziness and tiredness still stronger than any awareness to her surroundings.

He proceeded to stroll down her thighs, to her defined calves, her ankles and the soles of her feet. It was as if he’d revised every single part of the human anatomy through her.

Once he was sure he was done, and while the water was still warm, he brought up the warm towell he’d kept by his side and proceeded to dry her off just as carefully as he’d bathed her. Owen dressed her with one of his t-shirts, the one she loved to steal the most, faded from the overuse. He knew she disliked wearing anything straining on her legs at night, so he took a pair of panties from the area of his closet that he kept just for her, collecting all the things she not so casually left behind.

Finally, he lay her back on the bed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they could talk.


The pulsating pain on her head was what woke Amelia up. It pounded insid her her skull with every pump of blood and her temple throbbed at the same rhythm.

She had barely registered the headache when the urge to throw everything her stomach contained made her wretch on the spot. Desperately trying to get herself out of the bed and find a sink to pour her guts out, a bucket appeared underneath her, ready to catch whatever she spilled in it.

It was the worst, the burn on her throat pure acid mixed with alcohol. She had not eaten much last night, and these kinds of hangovers were worse when she barfed it all up when her stomach barely had anything to throw back up in the first place. She grimaced at the disgusting aftertaste in her mouth.

A few more minutes of hurling and a few more to keep her breathing calm and stable, she managed to orient herself through the blur of her hangover. There was a hand rubbing her back, and she was clutching someone’s arm for support. The arm was firm hard muscle.

“What am I doing here…?” she asked, recoiling from his touch. She knew it was Owen. It couldn’t have been anybody else.

“Joe called last night from the bar,” he answered. “I brought you home.”

Amelia looked at his eyes directly when she heard the word. She remembered how she didn’t have one anymore. “This is not home.”

“I’ll take you to Meredith’s later.”

“No,” she said with a sense of conviction that made him look at her again.

Owen discarded the bucket and moved closer to her side to bring her under the covers. She would probably need some more rest after last night. “I’ll pass by your sisters’ house later and bring some clothes over then.”

“It’s not my house. It’s Meredith’s house. And she’s not my sister,” she answered, the tone ice-cold.

Now he tilted his head towards her. “I know she’s not your–”

“Meredith kicked me out. That house is not home.”

Owen paused at her words and he let them sink in first. “Meredith? She couldn’t possibly have. She’s your sis–”

“She is NOT my sister. Stop saying that she is. She couldn’t have made it clearer last night. And STOP trying to talk to me as if you care about it. Just stop.”

“Amelia, what happened?”

“Where are my clothes?” she asked him instead, suddenly trying to get out of the bed and away from his questioning look. “Owen, where are my clothes?!”

She couldn’t try to get away fast enough. She was angry, she was shattered, she had fallen. She couldn’t bear the look on his face while he talked to her. She wanted to get away, he was painful. 

“You drank last night, Amelia. Why did you do it?” 

She laughed an empty laugh. She couldn’t believe the fucked up irony. Now she definitely knew somebody up there was screwing with her.

“I don’t know, Owen? Why the fuck do you care?”

“Amelia,” he countered her, his voice strong.

“No, Owen! You don’t get to ‘Amelia’ me right now! You don’t get to do the part where you lecture me about falling off the wagon and usher me to a saintly meeting or pretend that we’re in some sort of stupid relationship where I tell you again how I fall apart and you come in to the rescue of the poor reckless Amelia Shepherd as her knight in shining armor!” she practically screamed at him trying to break away from his grasp, trembling at how much she wanted to explode right now. 

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ASK WHY. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ASK ME HOW FUCKED UP I AM, WHEN YOU DON’T LET ME GET TO DO THE SAME.” 

He saw the fury enveloping her, and the edges of her lashes thtreatening to let the tears to spill over. Her lips were trembling from how close to the edge she was. The words had finally come out. Her eyes… There was so much hurt in them, he felt like he couldn’t look at the dark blue abyss of her irises directly or he’d get swallowed by them too.

In one quick movement Owen wrapped his arms around her tight, pulling her whole body against his chest. He whispered to her, as she cried and fought and let her tears flow down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he said it to her over and over and over. 

“Stop it Owen, stop!” she protested, her shoulders still wrestling against his grip, trying to push him away, not allowing him to comfort her. “Stop it, stop it… It… I have to go. I failed. I wasn’t strong enough… Owen, I failed… Let me go!”

“I’m sorry, Amelia, I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you. I should’ve told you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

She pushed against him, but the way he was anchoring her down to himself was stronger than her, too strong. Her tears were turning into sobs, and her gasps for air, ragged. Soon enough she was breaking down right in front of him and she stopped struggling. With every whimper and with every break to her voice, she let it out of her. She called his name, knowing that he’d done it again, even when she had done every single possible thing against it. He’d made her love him, even when it hurt this much, even when it pulverized every single part left of her being. 

She had been brought down to rock bottom again, because she couldn’t take it. Because Meredith made her care again. Because she loved her like a sister too, even though she had apparently only tolerated her, taking her as a stray in her house since she had no other choice. Because everything felt horrible when she thought of something funny and she would instinctively turn around to tell Derek, and he wouldn’t be there. Because her thoughts were drowning her and she didn’t want to feel anymore.

She leaned into him, her face on his chest, soaking his shirt with tears, and she clung to him like a lifesaver.

He held her, soothed her. He waited till her breathing calmed down and he leaned down the headboard of the bed, letting her lie on top of him. She had fallen asleep again.

“You’re not going anywhere… You’re staying here. With me. This will be home.”

Asthma Problems

-When you hear yourself getting wheezy and you are too lazy to get up to use your inhaler so you just sit there and wheeze.

-When you can’t tell if you’re out of breath or having an asthma attack.

-When you tell someone you’re having an asthma attack and they start to freak out so you have to explain that it usually sounds way worse than it is.

-When you need a new inhaler but it’s been a year since you last went to the doctor for it so they make you come in even though nothing has changed.

-When you use your inhaler and it’s like “Omg I forgot what breathing was like!”

-When you wake up in the night with an asthma attack like *GASP* “Why have you betrayed me lungs!!”

-When you forget your inhaler at home and then you constantly worry about doing something that’ll trigger your asthma.

-A person “What is the sound?” Me “…..that is my lungs…brb need my inhaler.” (this has happened way too many times lol you’d think i’d be the one to notice)

Feel free to add to this, I love relatable asthma struggles lol

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@oh-littlelove First of all, thank you for taking the time to answer me and educate me on the british law system :)
I’m in no way a law expert, even in french law, but I’m pretty sure that if you attack someone and they don’t press charges, they’re immediatly dropped, that is why it’s a little confusing for me, since Emmerdale doesn’t explain it very well.
12 months is a very short sentence ?! Omg, I don’t know anything about law then haha.
But honestly it’s part of what I don’t get about law, some serial killers get like 20 years when someone who only killed once (which is awful don’t get me wrong) gets perpetuity. Or even rapists sometimes only get a year in prison, which I think is horrible. Anyway, like I said I don’t get law sometimes haha :)
And a thing I forgot to think about was that he was drunk, so wouldn’t he get a lesser charge for being intoxicated on the condition of going to AA meetings or something ? Idk, I’m just so sad that he’s going to prison :’)
And yes, it’s super unrealistic that almost everyone in Emmerdale is a criminal and only Aaron gets sent down for it :/ I wanted a Robert-focused storyline for once, but yeah, maybe in 2018 haha.

    I can’t believe it ! !! ! ! 1.6k of you ! !! ! Thank you so much, every single one of you !!  ! I’m so ? ? ? aaaaaaaaaaaaa there is so many of you, && I’ve not made a follow forever in quite sometime but asdjkl. Thank you so much. My loves. I’ve had such a BLAST here on Sylvanas, despite my activity being here && there, but —— I’m so happy. I don’t know what else to really say here. But just THANK YOU.  

@aithreachas @iindiscriminate @rebelliontales @toshootfirst @infiniitas @path-of-sorrows @arraneous
@desbearer @fragiliis @falsequerade @gin-ichimaru @grishildr @herroyaldarkness @homicidalgrin
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@thechosenxne @voshul @tefechi @lethanaviir @ledovna @deathdancer @dealmade @flamebound
@taughthate @vauntiing @morputrefy @arielshepard @arcusignis @artcfwar @pheriannath @celeth
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@shitemojis @wardenjail @pyonium @pyrrhiiic @shukei @subjectsurvivor @prettywxman
@heavendescends @scindeva @sempiiterniity @oflavellan @amanofdestiny @archaeolxgica @gilxath
@hamndgirig @protivach @millenniumpharaoh @aurcrean @fewkarats

let’s ignore the weird graphic aay

so, recently i hitted my first thousand and omg, i didn’t even know what to do, so i decided to thanks not only my followers but also all the beautiful people who make my dash a wonderful place, i love you all, mutuals or the ones i just admire from far

{a-d}

avcngers || barnescap || barneses || barnesrogers || barnestrash || bcttombucky || beardedchrisevans || betablve || bhrnes || bilbobaggims || bucktashas || buckycap || buckycutie || buckywinchesters || bxckyrogers || capbxrnes || capsandbucky || chrisprvtt || chrliecox || chvrliecox || cilntasha || clintbartonfleek || clintbartoon || clintbxrtns || clintonbartcns || clintqsha || clintsmurdock || clntbartn || cptnbrns || cptjamesbbarnes || daiisycoulson || darlingdormer || dxredevll

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elizabaetholsen || elizabethclsens || foggyenelson || fredsgranger || frozencap || havleyatwell || howlingcommandhos || howlingsoldier || hswkeye || jamesbames || jessiedanvers|| kramering || lostcap || mattfoggie || mattmrdck || maxiwoff || mightytchalla || murdocktrash || muridock || nataliaromonoff || natasharomanoff || paulbettcny || pbettany || peggycapp || peggyicarter || pietremaximoff || punkpietros || punkstevies || punkxsteve || queerbucks || quicksllvers || quickslvver

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romanoffsrage || romcnff || romvnov || sadsteverogers || samtwilson || scaredbarnes || scarletvison || scarlietwitch || sciencestark || scvrlettwitch || sebastianstanz || sebastionstan || sebastrianstan || sergantbucky || sgtbucky || sgtjimbarnes || sighmurdock || spacebucky || steebrogerz || stevebarns || steviebucks || stuckystan || thorodinsoh || tonybruce || tonystarking || transtevie || troublerogers || tthorgasm || ughmarvel || ulltron || ummbucky || vltrcn || wcnda || winterwldow || worthycap

thank you all for being such amazing blogs, i’ll follow you guys till the end of the world

Omg someone please help. I’m trying to find a music video I watched a while ago and I’m pretty sure it was a hip hop video and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t in English. Anyway it looked like it was shot in the 90s and the whole video they keep either zooming in or zooming out like really fast on the beat, showing different scenes? Fuck it’s hard to explain. Kinda like one of those zooms tarantino does but I forgot what they’re called but God damn it was a cool video someone help me out

Hi everyone, this is my first follow forever and i don’t really know what to write, i’ve never been good with words. 
Recently i’ve hit my first k and this made me really happy; when i started this blog i’ve never thought for a second that so many people would appriciate my works and my little stupid blog! 
I’ve started this blog on february of this year and it’s so unreal ಥ_ಥ   So this was a real surprise for me and i wanted to thank EACH ONE of you for following me  ▰˘◡˘▰ and in particular i wanted to thank all the people that i follow and that keep my dash full, ily all.


A - G

a-sakurasackerlevimanakeunaealexbenedettoalliandoalice - aoichii - ayarambles - ayatoh || bokuaka-s || cabendish - captainofalienvbc || dearestsoul - dolceshu - dressrosas || fairytailwitch - fallencrows - fuckingkuroo || garekis - gothiwi - gurenichinnose

H - N

hharukas - hiramaruu - hitokay || iazaya || judarw || kakyouins - kanariiya - kaneki-e - kanekx - kanerdki - kanekikn - katsum-i - kayuui - kenmai - kiramekii - kirluakiroun - kkishou - mihkorin - mikaelahykuya - mikotoray - misakihanas - mmatsuokah - monstrux - morxiana - mulay-to-tokyo - mygrandking || nagachikahideyosh

O - S

oekawaa - ofcrumpledpages - officialhaikyuu - oikawanes - oikauwas || ponchizs || quinsdecim || renkinjutsushii || sawtsuki - sexuallyfrustratedjellal - shiiinji - shiraazu - shuzuya - smol-ken - spinmetal - submachineguns​ - suuzumes - suzuyajuzoo 

T - Z

takassugi - tepestry - tetsruo - tobiocchi - tobioskageyama - tokyocaos - tsukaise - tsukiayma - tsundrre​ - ukiinas - woricku - worldofglass - youkas youngbaaes

+blogroll

italic: people i admire/who makes amazing graphics/faves/important (some are all of them and it means that ily)

i hit 10k a few days ago so i decided to do a little follow forever!! ^__^

((and i can’t make graphics what the heck))

@adorablehowell@amazimgphil@athletichowell@camisadan@danhowellpng@danielhhowell@danscrotch@danthusiast@earthlester@fireworksphan@galaxyphan@hcwell ♢ @howellyfuck@internetcultleader@phanlight@phansomniac@phansturbate@phillikesboys@philslesters@placentaandllamas ♢  @powerbottom-phil@sarcasticphan@scarylightshowell@spoopy-core@spoopy-nugget@swaghowell@thatsnotparticularlyraven@twentydollarblog@xghoulishx@youre-the-dan-to-my-phil

and of couse my baes @danisnotonfire and @amazingphil

aaah i’m sorry if i forgot someone!! :0

fuck I forgot what it feels like to really like someone!!! I hate this feeling soo much but at the same time I cannot get enough of it omg it’s like an addictive drug bye