what is that thing on her head


indigo thinking: ooohh… its her diary?? hell yea i’m bout 2 get the tea lmao

“dear diary,

i dont know why but.. i don’t feel anything for kolton anymore. why am i even saying anymore… i never have? like he’s good looking but like… i’m not into him? i don’t even get it.. hes the best looking dude in school.. he treats me good.. he likes me?? what is wrong with me? whenever he kisses me i feel sick. whenever he tells me how beautiful i am all i can do is smile. i can’t feel the same way and it kills me. and the fucked up thing is, is that i don’t feel this way about any guys. i never have. i haven’t really been attracted to anyone… until she came along. i can’t get her out of my fucking head. why? shes a bitch, her laugh is obnoxious, her freckles are ridiculous, shes a bad influence… but for some reason i don’t care? those are all things that i love about her. i don’t get it. i want to hate her so bad but i cant… why can’t i just feel these feelings with him? why can’t i just be normal.”

indigo thinking: welp i don’t think these are her notes

anonymous asked:

Does jasp have a happy stim? Also, Whats her fave stim toy?

its strange but i realised that i mostly think of her as an anxiety/upset/frustrated stimmer bc i know lots of things she’d do for that (she bites herself in her mouth and hands and shouts n growls n hits her head and scratches). but i asked my friend @blepsea for some ideas n got my own and ! i drew some possible ones  ! :D

also i dont know if she’d like stim toys. she likes chewing her hand. 

pls dont tag kin/me or rb if kink/nsfw

My mother, the drarry writer. <3

So, the five followers I had at the time may remember my excitement in announcing that my mother, @rfndbyfire was going to try her hand at a drarry fic – and guess what?  It’s done!  So to any people who like a good dash of magical theory, epilogue compliance, and some Ginny Weasley love thrown in with our boys getting together, I urge you to head over to AO3 to read it!!  :D

Title: Bond Of Love

Author: @rfndbyfire

Word Count: 15k

Rating: PG

Content: Love bonds, Divorce, epilogue compliant, coming out, romance, fluff

Summary:  In order to find true love, sometimes you must first lose it.

Among the many other things it takes to make a marriage work, Love Bonds in a wizarding marriage – the union of your magic to another’s  – is key element in success.But what happens when you find out, after many happy years, that your magic – long ago – bonded to someone else?

Originally posted by byrne-baby-byrne

Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ (Drabble)

“So, Hanzo’s never said it before?” 

You look up with a mouthful of cereal and take a moment to ponder the question before swallowing and shaking your head. “Nope, not once.”

“Not even in Japanese? Really?” inquires Lena, eyes growing curiously wide as if such a thing were unfathomable.

“Not that I know of.” 

“But that’s not unusual,” Hana interjects, not even looking up for her handheld console. “Asian culture is like that. We just don’t say it. Not even to family, really.” 

“Say what?” Mei suddenly pokes herself into the tiny kitchen of the safehouse you’ve all taken refuge in for this mission, curiosity piqued now that her culture has been indirectly mentioned. She doesn’t even wait for an answer before a light bulb seems to go off in her head. “Oh! Is it the”–her voice drops to a whisper for some reason–“‘I love you’s?”

“Yeah, that’s it!” Lena swoops in on the opportunity to question you further. “Are you sure he’s never said it? You both have been dating for–what–a year now. Surely the grump must’ve said something.”

You close your eyes and lean back into your chair, thinking. You’re almost one hundred percent sure that you’ve never heard him say such things to you. 

Not when you’re both on the cusp of sleep and he’s murmuring whatever his sub-conscious dares come up with, holding you close to him like you’re going to disappear; not when you return after a long mission and he’s waiting for you at the landing site regardless of the time of day (or night); not when he hands you your bags (you’d later discover some sort of food item packed inside) as you’re about to leave for a mission, wishing you to return in one piece; not when you were left injured in the medbay after a particularly grueling mission and he sat beside you the entire time, hand in yours. 

But you don’t need to hear those words when his actions themselves proclaim his affection just as loudly as if he were shouting it from the highest mountains. After all, there are many different ways to say that you love someone, and not all are spoken. 

“Nope. Definitely never said it.” 

Yeaaah, this is just about what I expected. Winter is indeed ice cold, far surpassing any venom Weiss ever showed. However, she’s not completely heartless. While the first thing Winter did was scold Weiss for missing three blows in her fight in the arena, right after she actually asked how she was.

Well. I mean. Once Weiss started telling her about her prestigious ranking at the school among her peers, Winter smacked her upside the head and called her a boob, clarifying that she wanted to know how she’s been, not what she’s been doing.

Getting mixed signals here, Winter.

Also, Winter’s reason for being here and the length of her stay is classified… even to Weiss. I guess Weiss might not be the reason she’s here, then? Odd.

Becoming Real: Which House?

In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana is about 4.5-5 months into her pregnancy, in her last semester of medical school. Diana is thinking about all of the cute things Michael has done so far and recounting them to Emma and Alicia, who’ve just gotten back from their honeymoon after eloping. @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll


“Okay, so what made you two decide to elope? Diana asked. It was in the middle of the day. She had two hours between the end of class and the start of her clerkship, the last one she’d do in medical school, and Emma and Alicia had recently returned from their honeymoon.

Alicia grabbed Emma’s hand entwining their fingers as she rested her head on her wife’s shoulder. “We were doing all this planning and things kept going wrong, so it was frustrating, and then a couple weeks ago we just looked at each other and asked why we were doing this.” Emma laughed, turning to Alicia and placing a kiss on her nose.

“We just figured, all we want to do is get married. We don’t need a party for that,” Alicia said. “So we packed our bags, booked the next cruise and got married on board.”

“And how was the honeymoon?” Diana wondered. 

“We barely left the room, honestly,” Emma laughed. “And you’re not mad?”

Diana shook her head and the baby kicked. She rested her hand on her stomach. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well, because you would’ve been my matron of honor.”

Diana reached over and placed her hand over Emma’s. “That’s all I need to know. Plus, you saved me a whole lot of money. Weddings are expensive. Plus, if it weren’t for my aunt Garcia, we would’ve done this same thing.” 

Emma heaved a sigh of relief and then placed her hand on Diana’s stomach. “How’s the baby? Did you find out the sex?”

“Nah,” she shrugged. “We don’t care. Like genuinely don’t care. I just want them healthy and so far they are good. Michael had been the absolute cutest though.”

Alicia perked up, having practically fallen asleep on Emma’s shoulder. “Yea? Like what?”

“Well, a couple weeks ago, I felt the baby kick for the first time. Michael was home, so I went running outside to tell him.” She laughed, remembering what happened next. “I grabbed his hand, told him what was happening and once his hand was on my stomach, the baby kicked again. He pulled it away, and was like ‘I never want to wash this hand again.’” 

“Awww,” Emma and Alicia said simultaneously. “He’s too cute. Anything else? I want all the cuteness.”

Diana looked down at her stomach again, getting a little more comfortable with her growing bump. “Well, once I started to really show, I could not have felt less sexy, like at all. I was humongous, still am, and I felt awful, but one night, he said out of nowhere that he still found me beautiful. It was completely out of nowhere. When I asked him why, he said, ‘cuz I’m in there.’ Must be a man thing, but I found it cute.” 

“That is so a man thing,” Alicia laughed, “But that is cute.”

“Oh! Oh!” Diana exclaimed. “Just before he left, I really wanted to take a bath, so he fixed it for me. It was warm, not hot, because he said I would be cooking the baby. My husband’s such a loser. But he’s my loser.”

Emma snorted, the water she drank nearly coming out of her nose. “Oh my god, he’s such a dork. He’s coming back from a case soon right?”

“Yea,” she said, looking at her watch. It was about time to go to her clerkship. “He’s coming home and we are gonna do some nursery decorating. I gotta go though. Being a super mommy is hard.”

“But you’re great at it,” Alicia said. “We are gonna go home and…”

“Oh, I know!” Diana laughed.


Diana thought it would be a day at most, but then they got called away on another case. Thankfully it was short and the team was home in a matter of a couple days. Emily was the only one still working and she’d be retiring soon. Her dads, JJ and Garcia had all retired. Grandpas and Grandma especially couldn’t wait for all the baby time they’d be getting.

“So we are definite on the design for the nursery right?” Michael asked. Considering it genuinely didn’t matter to them what the sex of the baby was, they decided to just go with something that was close to both of their hearts. Harry Potter. 

Diana nodded excitedly and looked excitedly at the door. Michael hadn’t let her in the room in days. Apparently, there was a surprise. “Good, because I had Emma come in and do something for above the crib.” As he opened the door, Diana immediately started to cry. The hormones were wild. Above where the crib would be was delicate script that read, “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” On the side of the quote was a beautifully painted picture of a white owl. “It’s Hedwig!” Diana was so happy. She’d always loved Hedwig. 

“I’m gonna put the crib together,” he smiled, kissing her cheek as she stared at the quote. “Then we can put the blanket in.” Of course, it had to be a picture of the Marauder’s Map.

Diana started on her project, a little board that said Free Dobby with clothespins to hand random socks from. The room was basically white, with brown and green accents. “I figured on that wall we can have Emma paint the baby’s name in the Harry Potter font,” Michael said excitedly, his eyes widening as a realization dawned on him. “And maybe she can paint the patronus of the doe, because it’s Snape’s and it means Always, and that fits because we’re going to love this baby forever and ever.”

He was so excited Diana started to cry all over again. “I love that idea,” she breathed. “And when the baby gets a little bigger, maybe we can make a mobile out of the flying keys!”

All of a sudden, the baby started kicking incessantly. “I think the baby likes all of these ideas,” she laughed. “So you think the baby is gonna be a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor?” 

After a few moments, they both said at the same time. “Hufflepuff.”

okay i’m literally shaking as i type this but my kids are staying with their cousins tonight so bf and i ran to walmart around 11pm to grab some stuff and on our way to check out, i noticed a little girl all by herself at the front of the store. she looked scared, and when i asked her if she was lost, she just nodded her head. she took my hand and we took her to customer service. at first she wouldn’t talk, but i finally got her to tell me her name and dad’s name and we stayed with her and talked about her awesome superhero shirt and the fact that she was 5 and that i had a little boy who’s 5 too until her dad came from the OPPOSITE direction of the store. he seemed angry and the only thing he said to HER was, “What did you do?” this asshat blamed his 5 year old daughter for being lost and didn’t seem to care at all that she was safe.

he told her to come on and then started walking off and she followed him. no hugs. no holding her hand. nothing.

it’s nearly 2 hours later and she’s still on my mind. i’m worried about her. my heart hurts for her. she was such a sweet little girl. i hope she has happiness in her life. i’m going to need y'all to send all the good vibes in the world to her please and thanks.

Counting the Hours


The day after the explosion in the town square, Rosaline and her sister found themselves tending to the injured – and dying – victims of the attack. As ladies of the Capulet household, they should have been nowhere near the grim realities faced by the citizens of Verona. Their aunt had protested mightily when the sisters donned their aprons and marched toward the door to leave.

“You will do no such thing! A lady does not debase herself among the peasants! You will bring even more shame to this house than you have already!”

Rosaline wrung out a cloth, watching the blood mix with water and sighed to herself – her aunt’s words echoing through her head. How she hated that woman. She couldn’t wait to be out of the Capulet house and away from both her aunt and uncle. Free to do what she pleased.

She paused realizing the familiar train of thought – one that had come up too often in the last few days. Away from the household meant marriage to the Montague.

 “…and here I thought you were counting the hours.”

His last words before their separation the previous evening had been a jape – throwing her statement during their mockery of a picnic back in her face. Yet…she’d had no retort – no argument. Perhaps she was too distracted by their adventure in pursing the villain behind the treachery. Perhaps…there had been truth in those words.

Marriage to the Montague felt like a prison sentence at the time of the prince’s declaration. Her freedom had been ripped away from her without a second thought by the man who’d professed to love her. She’d wanted to go to the nunnery - escaping both her dreaded betrothal and any future interaction with Escalus. Yet, while she’d prepared her departure, Rosaline had time to think upon her predicament and the choice she was to make. A choice that would impact not only her, but her sister. In the quiet of the Capulet household after the discussion with her uncle, she began to truly deliberate over the man to whom she was betrothed.

In the church that fateful evening, Benvolio had protested the marriage of Romeo and Juliet just as much as she. He’d also saved her at the hands of the despicable Truccio the day of the riot. She knew he’d seen her and the prince in the alcove yet said nothing of his discovery. Montague could have berated her for refusing to take the carriage to the abbey yet he’d accepted her apology during the betrothal ceremony without protest. And when she’d taken off running after the explosion, he’d followed without objection.

So when he’d teased her about counting the hours to their wedding, she hadn’t disagreed. She could honestly imagine a life away from her aunt and uncle where Livia would be safe. After all the sisters endured, the possibility of a life free from the Capulets and their scorn seemed an answer to their troubles.

Rosaline turned and continued her ministrations on the wounds of the young man who lay before her. Charred flesh rendered black by fire, still there was no complaint to be heard from his unconscious form. She did the best she could to clean and dress the injuries, knowing it was unlikely the young man would live to appreciate her careful work.

She gathered the cloth and stood up, only to see the strong form of Benvolio Montague leaning against a stone column, his hand upon the hilt of his sword. He did cut a rather dashing figure in his doublet, she thought absentmindedly.

The young woman nodded her head in his direction and moved to the table to deposit the bowl and soiled linens. After a moment, she felt his presence next to her. A warmth and comfort she was surprised to welcome.


His voice was low and quiet – out of deference to the injured and dying around them, to be sure, but…possibly out of respect for his fiancé as well…you dolt - her inner voice chided.

“Montague.” She responded and offered no additional reply.

“I went to your villa and was told you’d come down here.”

“Of course I’m here. Would you expect me to sit in that house all day, doing nothing to help the people after an attack during our betrothal ceremony? I am not useless, Montague.”

He placed his hand upon hers, stilling her motion. “Peace, Capulet. I would never call you useless. On the contrary. You are one of the most fearless women I’ve ever come across.”

Rosaline looked up at him, expecting the same teasing countenance she’d seen in his eyes the day before. Yet there was no such expression. His eyes bored into hers with sincerity and…appreciation?

“Well…thank you.”

He removed his hand from hers and she felt the sudden coldness from his lack of touch keenly on her skin.

“Would you like some help?”

Rosaline smiled and nodded. “Yes…Benvolio. I would appreciate your assistance.”

She watched as the corner of his mouth rose in a gentle smile at the use of his given name. It remained there while she placed the fresh linens in his hands. He cast his eyes downward, almost shyly, when he spoke again.

“Perhaps after we finish, I may escort you and your sister back to your household.” He shrugged, looking more like a timid schoolboy than the confident Montague heir. “I’d hoped we could talk more…about those behind the attack.” He paused. “And about…other things.”

Rosaline tilted her head and looked her fiancé in the eyes.

“I’ll be counting the hours, my lord.”

His smile grew larger at her words - the jape now something intimate between the two of them rather than a barb to be used against one another.

Rosaline once again found the truth in those words. Counting the hours, indeed.


Part of my ongoing prompts and drabbles because these two are killing me.

segashark  asked:

Got another for you. Yang and Weiss hear Blake and Ruby having some intimate time and try to get louder than them.

You do realize they would be horrifying for both sisters right? *Its the only way to block out the sex noises!* … Fair enough.

Weiss: *Weiss and Yang lay in bed together, The white haired woman reading a report on her scroll as her blonde girlfriend rests her head on her lap while playing a game on her’s when suddenly they both hear a thump from the wall behind them.* What was that?

Yang: Meh, Probably Blake catching Ruby reading her porn again. 

Weiss: I guess. *The two return to what they they were doing before another thump is heard followed by another and another.* Okay They are doing some-

Ruby: *muffled* Ah!~<3 Ooooh god!~<3

Weiss: -thing. That is disturbing.

Yang: Ugh! You mean gross! *Yang said with a disturbed face as she turns the volume of her game up.*

Ruby: MMAH!~<3 BL-Blake!~<3 Slow doOOOAWwn!~<3 OOOOOH!~<3 *They heard as Yang maxes out the volume of her game as Weiss covers her ears.*

Blake: No way. Tonight I am going to make it so you can’t walk straight tomorrow.

Ruby: Ah!~<3 What do you-Eh? What is? W-wait Blake I don’t think that will fiiiiIIIIOOOOOH SWEET GODS!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 Ah!~<3 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYES!~<3 YES!~<3 YES!~<3 YES!~<3 YES!~<3 YES!~<3 YES!~<3

Weiss: Oh my god they are really going at it. *Weiss mutter before feeling Yang lift herself from her.* Huh? Going to tell them to sto-WAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? *Weiss started before Yang whips the blanket from her. She then watched as Yang crawled closer to her between her legs, taking one and lifting it up as she began to leave a trail of kisses going down.* Mmmh!~<3 Y-Yang? Wha-Ah!~<3-what’s got into you?

Yang: *Yang, who with one last kiss reaches in between Weiss’s leg and caused her girlfriend to shiver as she felt Yang’s breath against her womanhood, looked up at her and said with a devilish smile.* I am not going to spend the night listening to my sister and Blake have sex. And I can think of only one way to drown it out.

Weiss:And how do you plan on doing thaaAAAOOOOH SWEET BABY!~<3

~Next morning~

Ruby: *Both Ruby and Weiss at the table still recovering from the night before.* So did it work?

Weiss: Ooooooh yeah. Thanks for teasing Blake in the study.

Ruby: It’s was my pleasure. *The two fist bump as Yang and Blake walk out from the laundry room, Yang holding bed sheets and Blake held the covers for couch cushion.*

Things I’d like to see in Season 2

Just some pretty non-exhaustive list of things in my head, but hey! I can dream. 

1. An expansion on FP’s allusion that Alice was from the south-side. That could be an interesting dynamic – especially with Jughead being with the Serpents now. Maybe momma Cooper was a lady serpent in her days before getting with Hal, who knows?. She will know what Betty is feeling (if Betty confides in her, lol), but Alice is nosy and is gonna know anyways, imo.

2. Undercover Betty! You just know she could put on that black wig, find herself another leather jacket and get herself into the Whyte Wyrm looking for her man to get info or check on him. Point 2 would be a protective Jughead telling anyone who messes with her she’s with him (though Betty is feisty enough to defend herself, me thinks).

3. Betty driving a damn car. I am tired of that girl walking everywhere – plus if she had her own car, there could be back seat shenanigans with a certain beanie-wearing guy…

I think that is it for now. 


The Adoption Part Two Posting Wednesday at 4 PM MT

Lucy swiped a few more times,

“What’s an orphanage?”

Emily looked up at that question.  I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.  An orphanage, especially one in Africa, might be a little heavy for my nine year old.  But Emily and I had always agreed we wouldn’t shelter her from the bad things.  She needed to know how the world worked and it was up to us to teach her how to navigate it.

I wiped my hands on a towel and turned the burner down under my dinner before I faced my little girl’s questions head on,

“An orphanage is a place where kids who don’t have any parents live, Diz.”

Her eyes widened.  I could tell she was confused, but she was working it out in her brain before she asked any questions.  She pulled her eyebrows together,

“Well…”  She seemed flustered but kept trying to get her question out, “I mean…”  She took a breath, “What happened to their parents?”

I need an accomplice to kill Cassandra Clare

This cannot be happening. I’d promised myself I’ll only read lord of shadows after QoAaD releases so that I won’t have to wait. But OF COURSE I did just the opposite. What am I going to do?! LIVVY IS DEAD. JULAIN WILL BLAME HIMSELF FOR IT. TY WILL BE CRUSHED AND RUINED. My heart is breaking for both of them and the rest of the blackthorn family. Robert is dead. That means Emma can’t be exiled now. Which means the curse keeps getting stronger. Was Annabel always working with the unseelie king or did he whisk her away? I don’t know what to think about her. The mortal sword is broken. Does that mean Diana can be head of the institute now? One of the riders is dead. What’s the deal with Cortona? And if it can cut and break anything, will it be the thing which cuts the parabatai bond? Is ash the Son of the seelie queen and Sebastian? CLARY HAS TO LIVE. IF CLARE MESSES WITH MY CLACE OTP SHE WILL HAVE WAR ON HER HANDS. I WILL HUNT HER DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD. Magnus has to get his powers back. We need Magnus and glitter. Not to mention my beautiful MALEC. But my poor livvy. She deserved so much better. I was shattered when I read those last few pages. I know Cassandra Clare won’t bring her back, but I also know that she didn’t mention that whole clock chiming and the doors to heaven opening for nothing. The book ended with that clock chiming. Something HAS to happen. But I’m so so worried for Julian and ty. Julian will always blame himself. I know he won’t become a villain, cuz even though that could be a possibility, I know Emma and the rest of the blackthorns will try to protect him. Emma won’t let Julian do anything bad. But how do I live for the next two years?? My life is on hold until the next book releases. I need that book so bad I can’t. And ZARA BETTER FUCKING DIE AND ROT IN HELL ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE COHORT.

anonymous asked:

I didn't even ship chriseva but chris was done so wrong lmao he legit was head over heels for her and apparently bc he's a fuckboy he couldn't resist a pretty girl. And of course eva gets sucked into her toxic season 1 relationship. The whole thing seemed so unrealistic so out of nowhere and sooo fucking American. It's the type of shit that happens in American shows. A more realistic way would have been to not include the chris p pov and his texts to jonas/William.

Like damn, i’m just so tired, because what was the point???
My baby Eva was done so wrong, i can’t really understand why was that ever needed… Like I would be so okay with p Chris not existing at all? But leading people on just the way RIB or Shonda or Jeff Davis are excelled in is so anti-skam??? Like??????

anonymous asked:

I feel like Sou is that kind of gentleman who would politely ask Rin's mom for his hand in marriage


Asking Mama Matsuoka for Rin’s hand in marriage, oh goodness gracious! Sosuke is such the perfect gentleman and you can’t tell me otherwise!!! He’s also just as bad as Rin in the hopeless romantic department so of course he would plan things through like this. He thinks it’s the right thing to do but it’s a bit hard because–what if Mama Matsuoka says no??? What if she says he’s not good enough for Rin??? Sou MUST get her approval before he even proposes to Rin but with these questions and scenarios going through his head, he almost wants to chicken out. Never mind that Mama Matsuoka already knows they are dating and was ecstatic and jolly when they told her. She wasn’t even the bit less surprised either–she already knew these two would end up dating and she was just waiting (like everyone else) for these two dorks to stop dancing around each other, confess, and date (⊙ヮ⊙)

Sou eventually got all his courage from the deepest parts within him and after almost two weeks of not being able to tell Mama Matsuoka, he finally asked her for Rin’s hand in marriage~

She was delighted and with tears in her eyes she pulls Sou into a tight hug. She tells him that he’s perfect for Rin and that she would love for him to be part of their family, officially this time since long ago when he was small, the Matsuokas had already considered him family and now it would be official. Nothing makes her more happier than knowing that Rin is in good hands and deeply loved by the once small boy who she’s hugging tight right now.

Sou is super relieved and happy. All that worry was washed away within seconds thanks to Mama Matsuoka’s words and can’t wait to surprise Rin with the ring that he’s been secretly hiding from him for a couple of months now ♡

Oh man… I used to think the movie Bulleproof Monk was awesome when it came out lol.

I’m rewatching on Netflix and of course it’s become a CS AU in my head.

Killian the pickpocket where he helps mysterious Nemo save a little girl’s life at the station…

Then Neal’s crew try recruit him (cos Neal would totally call himself Mr Funktastic lol) then tries to beat on him with his crew…

But Emma and Killian do that flirty thing- I mean come on 

“what are you looking at?”

“You’re just so beautiful. Especially when you’re angry”

And she helps him win the fight with Neal… and of course he steal her necklace….

anonymous asked:

I totally agree with you about Tom and Z. The thing is that they don't do anything together that they don't ALSO do with the rest of the cast, you know what I mean? Like Z literally rests her head on Jacob's shoulder during interviews, Laura kisses Jacob on the cheek, they all hang out in each other's rooms, drag each other on social media, etc. And yet the rumors are all about Tom and Z. Like you said they all just seem like siblings!

exactly! idk i’m just out here enjoying this sibling love that they all have for each other

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.



The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.


It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Jonas: soo … just a quick head ups 
Emma will come to the Eid thing too 

Magnus: hæ???

Mahdi: what?

Jonas: im kind of dating her 

Magnus: WHAT

emma? as in isak’s emma?

Isak: was never my emma 

Even: Emma?
Emma Larzen?

Isak: Even 

Even: :) 
what? :) 

Isak: chill 

Even: :) 
Im super chill? :) :) 

Mahdi: Even, just using those smilies is creeping me out, man


Even: no

Isak: 🙄
its chill 
really J, its chill
right babe? 

Even: sure 

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 3

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If she closes her eyes hard enough, and just at the right moments, Y/n can feel Harry in Dan.

It’s quite peculiar, how she finds Harry in almost anything. It’s something she finds so riveting yet so dangerous at the same time. He’s everywhere, he’s in every breath she takes and in every move she makes, and it’s something that brings her an overwhelming sense of comfort yet an overbearing sense of instability.

Dan—an individual full of insecurities and excitement—who varies oh, so differently from Harry, can feel like him if she really tries hard enough. His arms don’t hold her quite the same, and his lips aren’t as soft and flavorful, but if she squeezes her eyes shut, and she loses herself in the memories of Harry, it’s like he’s almost back again—only in the most minuscule of ways.

Which is why, now, in this moment in time, Y/n can barely keep her eyes open.

It’s the first time Y/n brought Dan to the house, letting him stop by to watch a film after his shift. It’s a little something he’s wanted to do for a while, and after many coffee dates and many pleads from Dan, she finally took the step of being completely alone with him.

Gabby decided to go to a friends house and insisted they take their time together. It started off wonderfully; a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, and a bag of popcorn while they watched Jaws.

It was all wonderful, until Dan decided to make the move.

Dan is on top of her, lips connecting to hers in a lustful motion. It isn’t that Y/n doesn’t want to be in this position, but more of her being hesitant to do so. She hasn’t kissed anybody since Harry, and although Dan is one of the nicest people she’s ever met, she can’t find it within herself to keep moving any more forward.

And everything about it feels wrong.

Between all the touching, all the kissing, all the feelings within her, she can’t stop thinking about Harry. She can’t stop thinking about how much she misses him and how much she wants him back. She’s still in love with him, so much so that doing this with someone else makes her feel dirty—makes her feel like she’s betraying him.

And it’s all too much, because no matter how hard she closes her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to feel him, he’s not there, and she can’t help but seem to think that he never will be—not anymore.

“No, no, stop.” She whimpers, shaking her head in an attempt to reject Dan’s restless lips.

He doesn’t stop, however, too engaged in the moment to really understand the words stuttering from her mouth. He continues kissing her, instead, moving down to her collarbones.

At this point, Y/n starts to hyperventilate. Between the sobs daring to escape her chest and the lack of air from her previous activities, everything is straining against her. She doesn’t fully understand how she was able to get this far without it being with Harry.


Her arms push Dan off of her until she’s alone on the couch as he’s panting on the floor. She can’t breathe. Her chest is tightening and her cries are so harsh that her lungs are collapsing inside of her.

She reaches her hands up to the roots of her hair, pulling back on them as she tries to gather all the oxygen she can. At this point, her head feels light and her sight is completely blurred by the tears flowing out of them—ones that she doesn’t even try to stop.

“I’m s—so sor—ry.” She hiccups, her head falling to her hands.

Dan gulps as he tentatively stands from his spot on the floor, his hands up in front of him as if in a panic—trying desperately to figure out how to fix the mess being made in front of him.

He looks around the room, as if in search for something to guide him through this situation, but there’s nothing. All the room occupies is a broken woman, sobbing breathlessly on a couch in front of him, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath.

“Okay,” he huffs out, nodding his head to himself, “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?”

He occupies the empty spot next to her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In all honesty, Dan is complete shit at helping people during emotional breakdowns, and considering this one had happened so suddenly, he had absolutely no warning that he would be put in this position.

Y/n feels bad, she does, considering Dan doesn’t deserve the treatment she’s given him and surely doesn’t deserve what was once an innocent date to end up a complete disaster. But she can’t help it, and she can’t stop now, no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, and the words that spoke out from his lips nearly brings every movement in Y/n’s body to a halt. She never told him that it was Harry who broke her heart, and to be honest, she doesn’t even find the strength within her to begin to question how he even knows of Harry—especially his relationship with her.

Of course, their relationship has been publicized for years, but Dan is a very closed-off type of person. He’s not much into music, either—another part of him that differs so drastically from Harry—and spends a majority of his time working or spending time outside rather than succumbing himself in social media.

He looks down at the rose ring wrapped around his pointer finger, twirling it around with the hand that was once wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders.

He knew the moment he saw Harry’s reaction that this ring very much belonged to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she sacrificed it so mindlessly—why it seemed to have no story behind it. But between everything Gabby’s told him and everything he’s gathered from her previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than to get rid of every reminder she had of him.

He doesn’t feel worthy enough for it, though. If Y/n and Harry don’t find their way back to each other, he feels she should at least give it to somebody that she loves, not somebody she needs to help her get over her heartbreak.

He slides it off his finger, placing it gently on the palm of his hand before closing his fingers into a fist.

“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n. Not if you can’t talk to me.” He mutters softly, “Not if you’re still in love with him, we’ll be getting nowhere.”

This makes her cry harder. She still doesn’t have the audacity to look up at him, no, how could she? After everything she’s done?

This is why she always ends up alone. No matter how in love she is, no matter how much effort she puts into a relationship, they always end up leaving her. It’s happened long before Harry, and she was so convinced he’d stay when he came around. She was so dead set on him being her forever, but the same thing happened again. He left, just like everyone else.

And now, Dan is leaving her, and although she can’t exactly blame him for doing so, it’s another wound to her heart—it’s another pain in her chest that only seems to increase with pain.

He sighs sadly at the sight in front of him, upset with himself that he’s probably a partial reason for her soul-shaking sobs and lack of air, but he has no other choice. If he stays with her, he’d be forcing her to love someone she doesn’t. He has to let her go if it means to possibly make amends with her happiness again.

He takes one of her shaking hands away from her face and bringing it towards his lap, spreading her fingers away from her palm so that he can set the ring softly against it.

She sobs at the sight, bringing her opposite hand to her mouth as she tries to quiet herself down.

“This was Harry’s, it always was. This belongs to you, Y/n, not me.”

She nods, trying her best to smile at him as a form of appreciation, but it fails miserably. He understands, though, that she cares, and doesn’t ask her any questions.

“I’ll let Gabby know to come home now, okay?”

He kisses the top of her head, the way he always does, before removing himself from the couch and toward the front door.

“Take care of yourself, Y/n. I mean it.”

And then, he’s gone, leaving Y/n alone in an empty house and her haunting thoughts. She feels the world is closing in on her, only giving her a restricted amount of air and a limited amount of light to see what’s in front of her.

She’s alone—she’s left by herself in a dark room that’s only being illuminated by the television light, where nobody can hear her, where nobody can touch her, where nobody can see her; in a place where she just can’t trust herself.

She’s left alone, as she’s always left, and she just can’t take it anymore.

Her emotions become so strong that her body collapses onto the floor, her head throbbing and throat burning from all the tears and cries. She can’t breathe, her lungs failing to take in oxygen and her chest is pounding.

It’s so bad that if Gabby doesn’t come home soon, she actually believes she’s going to die. She feels the tug on her heart and feels how hard it is for it to do its job properly—she practically feels it overworking itself.

“Oh, God.”

Gabby finds her on the floor, making her immediately drop her purse and run to her collapsed body. Y/n is a withering mess underneath her, completely drenched in sweat as violent sobs erupt from her body.

She’s quick to sit her up properly onto the floor before lifting her back onto the couch, running a comforting hand down the side of her neck as she begins to shush her down to a calm state. However, her attempt falters when Y/n shakes her head to remove Gabby’s touch from her neck.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

She tries to find words to explain what’s happening to her right now. Between the pain in her body and the feeling in her head, her brain is scrambling with so many fearful thoughts that the only thing she can truly comprehend is being saved from this horrifying feeling.


Gabby is taken aback when she says it, completely astonished by just how serious this all is. She realizes this isn’t a situation that she can fix on her own, and it makes her feel like such a bad friend that she can’t give her what she needs.

Tears fall from her eyes in panic, well aware that her friend is undergoing something far worse than a mental breakdown, but also knows that the hospital won’t be able to help her.

Only Harry can.

“Let me call for help, okay?“ She asks softly. “I’m gonna send help.”

When Harry sees Gabby’s contact light up his phone, something inside of him instantly fills with worry. He knows, without a doubt, that Gabby hates him more than anybody ever since what happened. And knowing her so well, she would never reach out to him, especially when her negative feelings toward him were so strong, unless it’s serious.


“You have to do something, Harry.” She cries through the phone, peaking over her shoulder to look over Y/n from her location in the kitchen.

She’s still a mess, holding her hand over her heart as if it were going to mend the pain. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her other hand running over her face continuously. Her sobs haven’t settled, only seeming to increase with panic over the unfamiliar reaction occurring over her body.

“She thinks you don’t want her and—Harry she thinks she’s dying. Her heart is so broken. She keeps saying her heart is going to fail her and I don’t—I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything I can do. She—she was trying so hard. Harry, please, you have to—you have to—“

Harry leans on his elbows over the kitchen counter, huffing out a shaky breath when he hears both Gabby and Y/n’s cries through the phone. He rubs his hand over his face, doing anything to prevent the tears nearly pooling out from his eyes.

He’d be lying if he said that guilt isn’t eating him alive in this moment. And it’s not that he hasn’t felt any remorse or any guilt since he’d broken Y/n’s heart, but he’s now fully aware that he has to look at the damage he’s done. He’ll have to witness all the pain, all the heartbreak he’s put her through, and nothing makes him feel worse.

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpers. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I promise, I won’t keep doing this to her, you have to believe me. Just—“ he lets out a broken breath, reaching his hand up to rub his eyes to prevent any tears from escaping, “just tell me what to do.”

Gabby wipes the tears from her cheeks, yet again peering over to watch over Y/n on the couch. To her dismay, there is absolutely no improvement.

“Come here, pick her up, and bring her home. Just talk to her, please. Nothing makes her feel worse than believing you don’t want her anymore. Hell, even if you don’t—I don’t know with you anymore—just give her something. You’re the only one that can fix this.”

He sighs, nodding his head before making his way out of his house without much of a response to her. He’s only concerned for Y/n, and is so focused on getting to her so that he can prove to her that he’s changed—that he’s not the same Harry he was and is going to be there for her for as long as his life lasts, even if she doesn’t allow it.

But it’s upon arrival he realizes how much more serious this is than he thought. She’s completely breaking down, every inch of her shaking and fear written on her face. She’s a complete and utter mess, a completely wrecked version of such a beautiful, unbroken woman who had so much love in her heart and surrounded by so much love in the air.

And even though Harry knows she believes she’s going to die, apart of him believes she’s already dead. The life inside of her has burned out and is now just a product of what once was. The Y/n he always known is long gone—so far gone he almost doesn’t believe it’s her.

He looks at her with the most distraught and sympathetic look Gabby has ever seen. She has never seen so much guilt in somebody before that—no matter how much she hates him—she can’t help but feel sorry for him, too.

“Baby, hey. Hey now, it’s alright.” He whispers, kneeling in front of Y/n’s shaking figure and tentatively reaching for her hair so that he can attempt to calm her down. “I’m here now, I’m right here.”

A pitiful sound leaves her lips when she looks up at him; something between a whine, a sob, and a groan. It’s messy from her throat being raw from all the screaming and cries, and it leaves an indescribable pain that only makes her cries stronger.

She can’t even think properly, everything in her body overworking itself. It’s something she’s never experienced before, and all the fears of it being permanent rush through her veins—leaving her with an overwhelming amount of anxiety.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Harry mumbles to Gabby, making sure to rub gently over the back of Y/n’s neck. Although panic attacks weren’t common for her, whenever she was overwhelmed and stressed, this gesture always seemed calmed her down.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t drive with her like this I—Gabby, how do I focus with her like this?” He cries, the situation in front of him making his body turn to shambles, “Especially when it’s my fault? How do I—do I keep her here until she’s calm? I don’t—I don’t know—”

Gabby shakes her head, reaching her hand over to graze his tense shoulder. She squeezes the muscle softly, almost as a sort of reassurance.

“She needs home, Harry—” she whispers, “she needs you.

He nods, choking back sobs as he brushes the hair out of Y/n’s face. The skin of her face is red and completely soaked, but this is the first time he’s seen her since the morning in the grocery store, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

“I’m going to take you home with me, Y/n. But I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?” He asks, holding her face delicately between his hands, “Breathe with me.”

Y/n sucks in a deep breath when Harry inhales deeply, attempting to rid all the anxiety and pain settling inside of her. Her inhale is broken between hiccups and cries, but as she keeps eye contact with him as she tries to calm down, a little part of her feels revived.

“It hurts.” She whimpers between sobs, referring to the pain in her chest and the throbbing in her head that just can’t seem to heal.

She watches as Harry’s face scrunches with an agonizing cry, and she knows he’s aware of exactly what she’s talking about. She’s been brokenhearted for so long, she doesn’t even think he’s the least bit shocked when she tells him her heart is hurting.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Make you feel better?”

And as much as she wants to hate him, or yell at him for everything he’s done to her and make him understand just how much of her life he’s ruined, she genuinely feels like her body is going to collapse at any given moment. She needs him, even if it’s just for right now, she has to just focus on everything happening in the now. Harry’s come back to her and she’s about to go back home.

Because if she doesn’t think about the present moment—Harry holding her, Harry kissing her, Harry about to take the both of them back to their house—she’ll never find a way to fix herself. She’ll be stuck in this anxiety and pain for far too long—so long that it could actually kill her.

So she closes her eyes, only focusing on his touch and his breath fanning over her wet face. She forgets the t-shirt, she forgets all the times he’s ignored her after declaring them to take a break, and she forgets about Jessica. At least for right now, she can focus on all that tomorrow.

She nods, and it’s then Harry notices how much more calm she is. Although she’s still crying and still incapable of speaking much from the aching in her throat, she’s breathing properly again and her once undying sobs have turned into soft whimpers.

He leans in so that he can properly wrap his arms around her, hooking one hand on her back and the other under her knees. There’s no way in hell she’s capable of walking—not like this, and in all honesty, he would much rather hold her now than leave her side for another second.

It’s when Y/n is being held so close to him again that the aching in her chest seems to almost vanish completely. And although there is still a weight on top of her lungs, and still a slight uncomfortableness in her heart, she’s finally able to breathe again.

“I’m gonna make this all better, okay? I promise you, gonna fix you.” He mumbles with his lips against her hairline, making sure to keep rubbing the back of her neck softly.

It’s a promise he intends on keeping—a promise he never plans on breaking again. He could never live with himself if he were to keep putting her through all of this pain. She’s the most undeserving person—he knows that—and he knows she’s too pure to go through all that she’s been through the past couple of months.

The car ride is completely silent, only Y/n’s cries and small sniffles filling the empty space. Although she still isn’t completely calm, she’s improved so much since he first came to pick her up and it is able to keep his mind at ease. At least while he drives.

And he doesn’t miss her hand sneaking over the console to intertwine her fingers with his. He doesn’t expect it but he also doesn’t mind it. If anything, it makes him feel better just as much as it does her.

When they pull up to the driveway of their once shared house, every bit of composure she’s withheld in her body is breaking down by the second. Her strength is wearing thin, and knowing she’ll be reuniting in the house where Y/n and Harry once had everything makes her more afraid than ever.

Harry notices her sudden shift in mood and doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle himself from his seat and walk around the car to where her exhausted figure is sobbing, slumped against the passenger seat. He sighs meekly before unbuckling her, as well, and lifting her against him the way he had before.

“Hey there, s’alright, I’m here. We’ll work this out, but you need to sleep first, yeah? Looking very pale and I know you well enough to see you’ve been lacking sleep.”

Although they both know Y/n isn’t going to respond, she wants to continue listening to him speak. It’s something she hasn’t heard in so long, and she wouldn’t even care if he was talking about the goddamn weather, she just wants to hear him again.

He keeps talking, too, because he notices the effects of his voice on her anxiety and how the muscles in her body relax under his words. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s okay again, even if it means having a one-sided conversation.

“You know how you are, too—grumpy and sensitive when you’re tired. Almost take my head off if you don’t get more than seven hours. Remember that one time at my mum’s Christmas dinner party? Barely slept the night before from wrapping so many gifts that you genuinely got upset with me for not knowing your favorite alcoholic beverage.” He chuckles softly. “Funny lil thing.“

Through the nonstop crying and the frown that hasn’t left Y/n’s lips in what feels like an eternity, the first smile stretches from her lips. It’s the smallest closed mouth smile he’s ever seen, but it’s there, and it’s the most genuine feeling of happiness she’s had in so long.

When Harry unlocks the door, he wastes no time making his way over to their couch. He knows very well that she wouldn’t want to sleep on their bed, considering she’s well aware of what he did with Jessica on that bed and he wants no reason to upset her any further.

He sets her down in front of the couch, petting the top of her head softly before gathering a blanket and a pillow for her to sleep on.

He sets it up like a bed, almost, before turning to leave so that she can have her privacy. He doesn’t think she’d want to sleep with him, so he decides to sleep in the guest bedroom since he knows she’d always pick the living room couch over that room.

But before he gets too far, Y/n weakly captures his fingers in hers, pulling him back towards her.

His head snaps down to her finger, noticing the rose ring being worn beautifully on her middle finger. He almost chokes when he sees it on her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in half confusion and half in awe.

“Please,” she whimpers, “stay.”

He snaps out of his trance at her words, slowly nodding his head as a small “of course” falls from his lips.

He lays comfortably on the couch, looking up at her when he finds a position where she can lay beside him.

“If you want you can take the—alright” he huffs.

His eyes narrow as he watches her lay on top of him—fully on top of him; her cheek nesting right where his shoulder meets his neck as her arms slither around his sides until her hands meet under his back. Her legs tangle perfectly in between his, and in any other circumstance, this probably wouldn’t have been an ideal sleeping position for the either of them. But Y/n is exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she feels this is the only position she can sleep.

Harry doesn’t mind, and easily ignores the subtle uncomfortableness in his back as he wraps his arms securely around her frame.

Although Y/n is already fast asleep on top of it, he’s unsure how he can close his eyes for longer than a blink. This could be the last chance he has to be with her in this way. He’s unsure what tomorrow holds for the both of them and their relationship—it could end entirely or create an entirely new beginning.

With the possibilities almost endless against their favor, he doesn’t want to miss a second of what could be the last of her in his life. So, he embraces the feeling of her tight hold, the little puddle of drool on the shoulder of his t-shirt, and the tickle on his chin from her loose strands of hair, because this could be the last time he feels all of that.

But he also can’t help but feel that small bit of hope still latching onto him. That somewhere—deep down—he knows they belong to each other for the rest of their lives. And that, maybe, if the universe decides that their relationship should end tomorrow, he knows destiny will find a way for the both of them again.

So, he holds her a little tighter, breathes her in a little harsher, and soaks up all the extra warmth in her body, and prays that everything will be okay.