what kind of man does that make me

The Most Beautiful Man In The World, Who Lives In My Building And Only Ever Sees Me When I Look Disgusting

The Most Beautiful Man In The World lives in my building. i don’t know his name. we met on a bus, when i smiled WAY too brightly at him for strangers because, honest to god, my whole heart lit up in a way that made me think, “oh, i must know that guy!!” no. i didn’t. he’s just The Most Beautiful Man In The World.

what does The Most Beautiful Man In The World look like? i will tell you:

  • like the way the sun spills over water at dusk
  • like the way food smells when you’re hungry
  • like the sound angels make when they’re doing folk covers of pop songs on their heavenly harps
  • and also kind of like the guy who played Chad in “high school musical,” if the guy who played Chad in “high school musical” was the most beautiful man in the world.

i tell you this not only to brag that i live in the same apartment complex as The Most Beautiful Man In The World but also because i want to know WHY, if there even IS A GOD, every single time i run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World i look like a LITERAL DUMPSTER TROLL that has just CRAWLED OUT OF ITS GARBAGE HOUSE in search of FREE WIFI AND A SLURPEE. i want to know why i can never just BE COOL with The Most Beautiful Man In The World when we ride the elevator together, which is!!!! kind of often!!!!!

DID YOU GUYS KNOW that sometimes i look nice?? sometimes i actually look like a FUNCTIONING ADULT!!! sometimes i would go so far as to say i am an ATTRACTIVE INDIVIDUAL!!!!! 

you know who DOESN’T know any of that???

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN THE WORLD, WHO LIVES IN MY BUILDING!!!

here’s a quick rundown of the last few times i ran into The Most Beautiful Man In The World:

  • i was wearing a maxi dress i had very cleverly biked home in, without a helmet* (*don’t try that at home, kids), in the VERY HOT AFTERNOON SUN, so i was a GROSS SWEAT MONSTER but without any OBVIOUS INDICATOR that there was a normal reason for it, and i couldn’t stand to look at him so i just glared at my phone while he probably wondered, alarmed, whether i was fleeing the scene of a crime
  • i was wearing a white shirt that i had not SECONDS before spilled salsa ALL OVER in a big red stain right down the front like a KINDERGARTNER
  • i was carrying two armfuls of ENORMOUS bags of popcorn with a three musketeers bar literally in my mouth and he overheard me say through my stuffed candy cheeks to my doorman, “oh, no, i’m not having a party, this is literally all for me”
  • i dropped my backpack while opening my mail and said to it, defeatedly, “why? why did you do that when i explicitly told you not to? do you like being on the floor?” 
  • i fell into and then off of the elevator

why??? why does this happen??? what vengeful god has orchestrated it so the ONLY TIMES i ever run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World are when i could easily be mistaken for a child’s doll that has been put through the wash by accident, or a dollar bill that has been stained by years of being in people’s sweaty palms, or a mop with eyes???

whatever. everything costs money and everyone you love disappoints you. Mop Eyes out.

Are You Jealous?

Originally posted by hawkateye

Requested: Yes! A few anons asked for jealous Barry including 

Pairings: Barry Allen/THe Flash x Reader

Summary: Barry is late to the precinct Christmas Party, leaving you alone in some uncomfortable company.

Warnings: Jealous!Barry (does that count as a warning??? oh well)

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: I missed Barry, so I hope that you guys like this one! It kind of has an ambiguous ending, so make of that what you will. Message me any requests/feedback, as either is always greatly appreciated…

Barry was late. It wasn’t as if he could literally be anywhere that he needed to be in Central City within a few minutes. That would be crazy.

Your boyfriend may have been the fastest man alive, but you couldn’t remember a time that he was less than ten minutes late for anything. Your last date, a doctor’s appointment, work every single day. He was late for all of it.

But this time he was really, really late. Like you had shown up at the party two hours ago, and had seen neither hide nor hair of your boyfriend. At first, you made small talk with a few of the girls that you knew from the precinct. But, they quickly had too many fruity cocktails to be tolerable, and you had chosen to sit at the bar alone.

You had ordered a drink and glanced around the room, hoping that by some miracle, your boyfriend would waltz in, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“So what brings you here.” A voice said from behind you. You turned around to see a man that somehow looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t place him. You had probably seen him one of the times that you took Barry his lunch at the police station, but you couldn’t exactly remember.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for-”

“Now who would be silly enough to stand you up darling.” He said, giving you what he must of thought to be a charming smile. It seemed more like he was ravenous and you were a goose being served to him on a silver platter.

You tried to keep your face in more of a neutral state, rather than the disgusting feeling that was rising in your gut. “I guess that the answer to that would be my boyfriend.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to be here.” The man said, glancing around the room. It occurred to you that he wouldn’t know who your boyfriend was, even if Barry had been standing right in front of him. And to make it worse, he was leaning farther off of the stool, leering at you.

“He should be here any moment.” You said, allowing yourself another desperate glance around the room. You felt your heart fall when you didn’t see Barry anywhere.

“I think that we could have a party of our own.” the man said, laying a hand on yours that was resting on the bar. You were so shocked that you couldn’t move. Did this man not hear you when you said that you have a boyfriend.

“Did you miss the part where is said that I have a boyfriend?” you stuttered, shocked that someone let this sleaze ball into the party, much less let him be involved in any part of the police force.

“Y/N!” You froze, never so relieved to hear Barry’s voice.

“Barry!” you exclaimed, ripping your hand away and throwing your arms around Barry. “Get me out of here.” You whispered in his ear. You felt him tense underneath you. He gave you a small nod, enough to make sure that you understood, but not enough to be obvious to the douchebag that was standing behind you, clearing his throat impatiently. As if you owed him something.

“If you’ll excuse us.” Barry sneered, wrapping a hand around your wait and leading you away from the bar.

“You were late.” You murmured.

“You looked like you were two seconds away from a new boyfriend.” Barry muttered under his breath. You knew that he wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, but sometimes he said things that cut you.

“Barry you know that that is not what was happening.” You said, trying to keep up with Barry. Even when he wasn’t using super speed, he walked faster than you, especially when he was angry. He grunted, not saying anything, but at least he was acknowledging what you were saying. “That man was the personification of a leech. He was ready to suck my blood.”

He chuckled. You had barely noticed how quickly that you were moving, but you were outside of the hotel that the party was being held at, and Barry was hailing a cab.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, hoping to settle the matter before you were home without causing a scene in the cab. “You know that I would never go out with someone like that. Why would I when I have someone like you?”

A smile was starting to turn up the corners of his mouth. You knew that he wasn’t angry with you. he was angry that someone would treat you that way. Even though Barry was one of the most caring people that you had even met, he got jealous.

And once he got jealous, it was sometimes hard to remind him that he has nothing to be jealous of. you would never do anything that would intentionally hurt him. You loved him so much that hurting him would hurt you just as much too.

You felt him take a deep breath and you knew that he was starting to calm down.

“I know that you get nervous sometimes,” you said as you felt him rest his head on your shoulder. Even though the two of you had been together for quite a while, you still felt a bit of a rush when he showed you how comfortable he was around you. “But I love you so much, Barry.”

“I love you too.” He said softly against your knuckles, before pressing a delicate kiss to each of them. Although he wasn’t big on PDA, he couldn’t resist kissing the back of your hand. It was cheesy, and cliché, and one of your favorite things that he did.

The cab ride was mercifully short, and after Barry paid him with a sizeable tip, the two of you rushed up into your apartment, seeking some shelter from the cold air. You quickly scrubbed off your makeup and pulled on pajamas crawling into bed.

You rolled over to snuggle into Barry’s side. “I have to say Bar, I feel like I wasted a great outfit to sit alone at a party for a few hours.”

You received no warning as a pillow collided with the side of your head. You sat up, pushing Barry off of the bed, and you knew that it was going to be a long night.

2

Hello StickyFrogs! 💕🐸

Can one of you convince Donut, my very huge adult pacman frog, to let me finish cleaning his house? It is very messy and needs to be clean, but Donut does not think so and is refusing to let me finish 🤦🏻‍♀️

Donut is very protective of his home and is ready to use his sharp froggy teeth to get rid of any invaders (Donut is a very proud & stubborn old man).

Would the stickies be kind enough to give a clueless human some advice on how to clean the house of a very stubborn froggy? 💕🐸💕

Sending baskets of treaties and kisses your way 💕

Hello Donut! 😀🐸😊

What a beautiful sphere of frog you are! 

Barry also likes to make Big Mess but does not like people to touch his stuff!

During cleaning Barry used to spend some time in the Cup of Shame, but he has recently progressed to the Bucket of Shame! 😄🐸 

Donut might even enjoy his time in the Bucket of Shame if there is a treatie involved! Barry sends Donut a big angry stare and some displeased puffing!

WAIT YOU SEE i really need to know just how long has Victor been thinking about Yuuri???!!! So they’ve both in the same competitions and events, so he must have noticed or been aware of Yuuri. Just imagine Victor, lowkey crushing on Yuuri, like “Oh hey it’s that adorable skater from Japan again. WOw he looks even cuter than usual with that extra bit of weight that he’s been putting on recently” etc. But he never really does anything about it because he’s kind of wrapped up in his own life and his own self-obsession (lbr lmao) to do anything about it. Except for that one time when he sees Yuuri leave after the competition  last year and asks for a commemorative photo (like PAY ATTENTION TO ME YOU ADORABLE MAN. Phase 1 of project Make Yuuri Katsuki my new boyfriend ACTIVATED) but then he walks off and just leaves him there like :o thats not what usually happens. Wellp at least I’m still great, oh well.

BUT omg Victor stanning Yuuri on google and Youtube, looking for new Yuuri videos, (He’s felt this familiar connection betweent their skating styles for a while now, probably from the first time he saw him skate live at the same event as him) and can’t stop re-watchng his favourite ones with a little smile on his face) but then one lazy afternoon he’s just chilling at home, Maccachin cuddling up to him as he’s sitting all cozy and relaxed with his tablet, seeing if there’s any new Yuuri content up today. And of course what comes up first is THAT video. And there’s Yuuri skating to his routine, so beautifully and with such heartfelt sincerity, like he truly feels this piece on visceral level. And Victor suddenly feels this deep pang in his heart and he realises that’s it. There’s no other choice here, he has to go over to Japan this VERY INSTANT and make Yuuri Katsuki HIS BETROTHED HE’s SO GONE

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act 2 Scene 2 (Part 2)

I feel like Mother Nature has allowed me to see into your heart, as if by magic. Where is Demetrius?

Helena: Don’t say that, Lysander. Don’t say that. Why do you care that he loves Hermia? What does it matter? Hermia still loves you, so be happy with what you have…

Helena: Why does everyone always make fun of me? What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment from you?

Is it not enough, is it not enough, young man, that I’ll never be pretty enough to get a kind look from Demetrius? Do you have to harp on my inadequacy?

My God, it’s wrong for you to woo me in such a cruel, disdainful way. I thought you were a much kinder person than this….

She flees, upset by the apparent trick.

She doesn’t see Hermia—Hermia, keep sleeping, and don’t come near me ever again! Eating too many sweets makes people sick to their stomachs, and people always hate the mistakes they made in the past worse than anyone else hates those mistakes.

so I hate you more than anyone else does.

He follows the direction of the fleeing Helena, now intent and in love on the wrong woman. Meanwhile, Hermia is plaqued by nightmares….

Get this snake off of my chest!

Lysander, look how I’m shaking from fear. Lysander!

What, is he gone?—Lysander?!—What, is he out of earshot? Gone? No answer, nothing?

Nothing? Then I guess you’re nowhere nearby.

~END SCENE~

Too true man. I love terraria. Whilst this does hold true I believe that they’re both perfect in their designated aspects. Terraria is built for adventure and action which it does beautifully and it makes me so happy to play it over and over again restarting every time. Minecraft however does the whole creativity and building thing so well and is so accessible for any kind of person with all the mods and mini-games and things you can do with it. Both perfectly good at what they’re made for.

Allura’s been doing this for me for months– It… Helps, you know? To change the scarring, to make them something that we’ve got control over.” Shiro fidgets, uncertain if his explanation is clear enough, the hand resting against the small of Keith’s back idly rubbing circles into the fabric of his shirt with his thumb.

After a few moments of quiet, Keith grins– glancing between Allura and Shiro with a glint in his eyes that’s essentially glowing of its own accord, shifting lightly into both of their touches as they smile at him.

Shiro… Man, this is so cool– Is it helping? Does the glow last very long? You’re going to have to tell me how you make this stuff, Allura, I want to see what kind of different colors you can make.


Shallureith week day six: Stars!

I was kind of at a loss for what to do for this one until i remembered this piece I did for Shallura week last year– Can you believe how much someone’s style can change in five months? This was the day I was most excited for, almost entirely because it falls on my birthday, and I hope that it shows!!

Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///

“The Man in Red”

Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.

The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween. So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the information they could about the festive season.

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anonymous asked:

I get funny looks when i say i love the game and when they ask "who do you main" i have to say "oh i can't play my computer can't handle it" and guess what makes me feel like trash for just appreciating what everyone does for the game. Yea i'm not in the cool kids club but that ain't fuckin new. just a vent sorry.

hey man you’re allowed to be a fan of the game even if you’re unable to play, especially considering most of the lore isn’t even in the game itself. it’s kind of made so that people can still enjoy the lore without actually playing it. which is super nice!

don’t let that make you feel too bad or anything though, since it’s not really something you have much control over. just try to enjoy the game as much as possible!

Your father’s dead. Your brother’s dead. Your sister’s dead. And the only piece of them you have left, the only remnant of all that you’ve lost, is a little baby boy.

Your wife hates him, a reminder of something that never was. But better something that never was than you burdening her, perhaps forcing her to choose between him and the children of her body if the need ever arise.

As he grows, you see them in him.

The bravery and the kindness, never backing down from a fight that needs fighting, no matter the odds, or what it might cost him.

“Is my mother alive? Does she know about me, where I am, where I’m going? Does she care?” 

It doesn’t matter how many times you hear the questions. They hurt so much, you don’t quite know where to put all the pain.

He’s nearly a man grown, and setting out to make his mark on the world. He truly needs an answer this time. You can tell by his eyes.  

Those eyes. Your sister’s eyes. You’re helpless. You see her again, there, on the bed, reaching for you, a dark pool of blood soaking into the sheets around her.

He’s staring at you. And you see her in his face. You see all three of them. Father, brother, sister. And it’s more than you can bear.

From Fightin' Frenchman to Father

* Lafayette × Reader
* 36: Does he know about the baby?
* Hamiltime

A/N: as I said I reached 100 followers and it made me insanely happy! You guys make my day and are the reason I lose sleep writing. I try to have a story to posted daily for you guys and apparently it paid off. Anyway, enjoy my new longest story!


History is happin’ in Manhattan! The revolution was in full swing and you and your friends couldn’t be happier. Angelica was full of hope for finding a man with strong ideals. Eliza was anxiously waiting to see what kind of future freedom would bring. And the boys…well they were just plain happy.

They dreamed of revolution. Some for the chance to prove themselves, some to take a chance to do more, others for a chance to promote freedom. And one who found the cause noble and sailed here from France seeking glory from it. That man would be Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette.

Washington was holding a winter’s ball and you were excited to see all your friends again. The Schuylers invited you to prepare for the evening with them. You were glad for the assistance with your corset and the buttons on your gown. Angelica insisted on doing something with your hair and pulled half of it back with a hair clip and left the rest down. You went with them to their carriage to ride to the ball.

“Well we all know that Angelica is going to try and find a guy tonight.” Peggy joked. “What about you Y/N?”

“We’ll see.” You told them. They knew you had befriended a few soldiers and would see them tonight. What they didn’t know was how much you cared for the awkward Frenchman. He was sweet and full of energy, always trying to improve his English which led to hilarious encounters when he’d use the wrong word.

“I think Eliza should look for someone.” Angelica spoke up.

“I will meet someone eventually. They just have to be special, like if I see them I’ll know they’re the one.” She said. You smiled at her. Eliza was always a dreamer and an optimist. Still, if anyone could tell they found the one with a glance it’d be Eliza.

The carriage rumbled and shook as it continued down the cobblestone streets and you kept joking and talking with the sisters. Eventually it slowed in front of the Washington Manor. There were a few carriages dropping off other guests as you guys arrived. You all headed in, and you felt excitement at seeing your friends again.

The ball was in full swing and it was breath taking. Colorful gowns were everywhere, some spinning on the dance floor. Men in nice suits, and some in uniforms. The room was softly lit from candelabras and lanterns and an orchestra provided soft and beautiful music.

You scanned the room for your friends and spotted wild curls being restrained in a pony tail. You smiled and walked over. “Y/N!” Alexander said happily when he saw you. His hair was also pulled back, common among soliders, and he was were the blue coat of a soldier. “You should know you are talking to the general’s right hand man.” He told you.

“No way!” You said happily. You gave him a huge hug. “That’s awesome.”

“And he’s upset because he still doesn’t have his own battalion.” John cut in, you got a laugh out of you with his retort.

“I’m just glad you’re all ok.” You told them.

“I am glad for the chance to see you.” Lafayette spoke up. You smiled at him. You and him were always dancing along the edge of being something more than friends. However, you both preferred to ignore that fact. “May I have a dance with you?” He asked while offering you his hand. You smiled and nodded allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

You put a hand on his shoulder while he placed his on your hip. He took your other hand in hiz and began spinning you around the floor. While Lafayette rarely talked about France, he was clearly brought up well. He knew how to dance, how to treat a woman. He knew how to be a gentlemen. You danced a few songs before you required a break.

You wandered off to find the Schuylers again. Eliza happened to find you first. “Uh Y/N who is your friend?”

“Who? Lafayette?” You asked.

“No, no. The other one you spoke to when we got here. He said something and you gave him a hug.” She explained.

“Oh that’s Alexander. Why?” You asked.

“Oh no reason…” she trailed off. You smirked. You walked off and found Angelica currently talking to a soldier.

“I’m sorry but I need my friend.” You told the man. He nodded and walked off.

“Y/N! He was really nice and smart.”

“Yes but Eliza is completely taken with someone here and you need to go intervene and get them speaking.” You told here. You could tell Alexander to speak to Eliza but Angelica would intrigue him more.

“Is she?”

“Yes. That man there.” You said pointing out your friend.

“Oh I can see why.” She commented. You rolled your eyes, of course all your friends found him attractive. Angelica looked over at Eliza. “Oh boy she is helpless.” She said.

“Oh yes she is.” You agreed.

“Alright, let me handle this.” She said and headed off.

“What was that about?” Lafayette asked as he walked up to you.

“Oh just playing matchmaker for Alexander.” You told him. The two of you watched as Angelica led him over to Eliza. They hit it off instantly. “Yes!” You celebrated.

“Y/N, may we take a walk?” Lafayette asked you.

“Of course Laf.” You answered. He offered you his arm and you linked yours around his. He led you outside and through Washington’s gardens.

“Y/N it’s quite obvious we’ve been avoiding having an important conversation for some time.” He started. That’s what this was about? You feared having this talk, you didn’t know what would come of it.

“I suppose it is…” You trailed off.

“Y/N I uhm…” He was searching for the right words. “I would like to, how you say, court you.” He finally managed. You smiled.

“Lafayette I would be honored.” You said happily. He smiled his wide and bright smile. He took you in his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

“Must you leave?” You asked holding back tears. Lafayette was returning home to get assistance for the war.

“Yes I must mon cheri. We need the help of my people if we are to win this war.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I shall write as often as possible.”

“I’ll miss you everyday until you return.” You told him. He pulled you close and pressed a sweet and tender kiss to your lips. He pulled back and climbed up onto the ship. As the ship started sailing away he found his way to the back of the ship. You waved at him. And he waved back before turning away. You wiped a few stray tears away.

The few months without Lafayette went slowly. You received letters every few weeks. You got quite a few in the first week. You learned he was house arrest for eight days and claimed he had little to do other than write you.

You spent time with the Schuyler sisters. Eliza was also in poor spirits as Alexander was off fighting. That left Angelica and Peggy to cheer the both of you up. They did a good job but nothing made you happier than Lafayette’s letter saying he was returning home.

His return was much more of a spectacle then his leave. Washington and your friends where there as well as other soldiers. Lafayette’s ship came in with more trailing behind. He indeed did bring the calvary. Washington shook his hand and welcomed him home. You were off to the side smiling with pride.

You couldn’t clearly hear what he said but he held up his pointer finger asking Washington to wait. He turned from his general and toward you. He walked over and pressed a needy kiss to your lips. “It has been much too long mon cheri.” He said.

“Yes it has.” You said with a smile. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him so he could resume his conversations. You felt slightly out of place with the soldiers and generals but Lafayette’s hand never left yours. You were grateful for his return.

That night he was able to get dinner with you. “Mon cheri the war will soon be over!” He said happily. He told you the plans for Yorktown and how they planned to trap the British.

“You have to promise me one thing.” You told him

“Anything.”

“Come back to me alive.”

“Of course my love.”

Church bells cut through the air. You and the Schuylers exchanged a look and ran outside. The boys did it! They fought and won the war! You and Eliza laughed and hugged each other, you knew the men would be home soon, both certain your love survived.

Sure enough the next week all four of your friends returned. (A/N: Yes I know Laurens didn’t but I don’t care, he’s gonna survive.) They came and met you at Alexander’s home where you and Eliza were waiting.

You ran and jumped into Lafayette’s arms. He spun you around while you cried tears of joy and relief. He put you down and kissed you soundly. “I came back alive my love.” He said. You smiled and hugged him again.

“Hey we all came back alive, don’t we get hugs too?” Laurens asked, ruining the moment. You laughed anyway and did indeed give them all a hug, grateful to have them all home.

Lafayette was reluctant to return home, so he stayed in America. George Washington allowed him to stay with him. You would have allowed him to stay with you, only as you two weren’t married it would be improper. That didn’t keep Lafayette from coming and spending the night with you every now and then.

You and him were walking around town when he suddenly said “I must return home.”

You stopped walking and turned to face him. “What?” You asked.

“Mon cheri you always knew this was temporary. I was always going to return home eventually.”

“You act like that makes it ok! Lafayette you’re going to another country!”

“Mon cheri you could-” he started but thought better of it.

“What?” You urged him to continue.

“Nothing it was a horrible idea.” He shook his head. “Mon cheri, I urge you to find a new man to provide for you. You deserve the best.” He said.

“But you’re the best. At least the best thing for me.” You told him with tears in your eyes.

“Mon cheri please don’t make this harder for me.”

“Oh I’d hate to make this break up hard for you!” You said sarcastically.

“You think this is easy for me?!” He was growing angry now too. “Y/N je t'aime!” He shouted.

“What?” You gasped. He realized what he said. He had never said those words to you.

“Je t'aime Y/N.” He said quietly. “That’s why this is so hard. But I must return, the monarchy must be fought, France must be free as America now is. No one else will stand up.” He said.

“I know.” You said sadly. “I love you Marquis De Lafayette.”

A few weeks later you were standing at a port, once again bidding farewell to Lafayette. Laurens accompanied you but was standing back to give the two of you privacy.

You were crying while Lafayette was holding you. “I don’t want you to go.” You admitted sadly.

He leaned in and kissed you softly. “And I wish I could stay. But I must go.”

“I know.” You took a shuttering breath. “I love you Marquis De Lafayette”

“Je t'aime Y/N L/C.” He pressed one more kiss to your lips. “Please never forget how true those words are.” He went and boarded the ship. And again he went to the end as the ship pulled away. Only this time he stayed there. You could see him reach up to wipe his eyes.

You stood there watching the ship until you could no longer make out Lafayette. “I’ll miss you.” You said quietly. You placed a hand on your stomach, which was still flat. “We both will.” You said brokenly. That’s when you broke into sobs. Laurens came running over and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and cried. You cried for losing both your love and the father of your future child.

You woke with an pounding headache. The events of yesterday came back and you felt the sadness come back and well. Laurens came in to your room with a steaming mug of tea for you. “A nice warm cup of tea.” He said walking over to you.

“Why are you still here?” You asked confused. You knew he accompanied you home and held you while you continued crying. You must have cried your self to sleep.

“Lafayette made me promise to care for you so I’m not leaving this home until you smile again.” He said.

“I fear you’ll be sleeping on the couch for some time.” You told him. You took a sip of the tea, allowing the warm liquid to sooth your thoat which was raw from crying. However, as soon as it was swallowed your stomach turned. You shoved the mug into John’s hands. You jumped from the bed and ran outside before your vomited. John came running out behind you.

“Y/N!” He said worriedly. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You told him as you righted yourself.

“I’ll make you a fresh cup of tea.” He said confusing the reason for your sickness.

“Oh it’s fine, it wasn’t the tea I only took a sip.”

“Then what was it?” He asked.

“Probably just something I ate.” And that lie worked. Until you threw up again the next two mornings.

“Y/N let me take you to the doctor’s. I’m getting worried.” John asked one day. He was staying true to his word and hadn’t left yet.

“John it’s fine. I know what’s wrong.” You told him.

“Don’t try and tell me bad food again because it’s clearly not that. It would’ve passed by now.”

You had to tell him, you needed to tell someone. “John, I’m pregnant.” You said queitly.

“You’re what?!” He asked.

“I’m expecting a child.” You tried again.

“Is it Lafayette’s?” You could only nod your head as the tears started again. John took you into his arms and began rubbing your back soothingly. “Oh Y/N…Does he know about the baby?” You shook your head.

“I wanted to tell him but I only found out a few days before he left. I couldn’t tell him, it would be too much.”

“He never would have left.” John added and you nodded.

“He dreamed of freeing his people. I didn’t want to stop him.”

“Y/N you need to tell him. He deserves that much.” John told you. You nodded sadly.

My dearest, Lafayette,

I hope your days in France have been well. I miss you terribly. John has not left my side, holding up his promise to watch over me. I thank you for asking that of him as I don’t wish to be alone at this time.

My love, there is something I must tell you. I regret doing this in a letter but you deserve to know this. I recently learned that I’m expecting. I know you can’t possibly return now that France has declared independence but you should know.

I do hope this child shares your determination and bravery. I hope they have your eyes and your smile as I miss those dearly.

You should know I only have plans to speak highly of you when they ask about their father. You are a good man with a bad situation. You had a difficult decision to make and I don’t have any anger at your answer.

Once again I’m terribly sorry for delivering such news in a letter. But you had every right to know. I miss you my love and long to see you again.

Your love,
Y/N L/C

You didn’t receive a letter back, and you didn’t expect to. The news would be life altering and Lafayette would be stuck in France. He would be angry at himself for leaving.

John had practically moved in, disregarding how it would appear to the public. He kept you sane and, honestly, healthy. He was doing everything Lafayette would have to make this pregnancy as easy as it could be. The boys and Schuylers learned of your condition condition and were regular visitors. Eliza more than others.

She knew how hard it was to carry a child and tried to help you. One day when she was over there was a knock at the door. “I got it.” John said and ran to open the door. From your place in the foyer you couldn’t see the door so you turned back to Eliza. You placed a hand on your growing stomach. You weren’t large yet but you had a noticeable bump. “Holy shit.” You heard John said.

“What’s wrong?” You said rising from your chair, Eliza mirroring you. You walked toward the door but John walked out and slammed it before you could see who it was. Then he was shouting. You and Eliza traded a glance and ran to the door. You flung it open and froze.

Standing there was Lafayette. John stopped yelling when you came outside. Lafayette had the same look of astonishment on his face as you and his eyes traveled to you stomach. They widened when he noticed the bump.

“Y/N.” He said quietly.

“Lafayette.” You stood still before you ran the few steps to him and locked your arms around him. You had tears on your face.

“I’m so sorry my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hair. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“I couldn’t do that to you. It would break your heart when you left.”

“No. Because I would’ve asked you to accompany me.” He said. You stared at him.

“You want me to come with you?” You asked.

“Please?” He begged you. You smiled.

Sailing sucks. But it was much easier with Lafayette at your side. When you arrived in France it was a bit of a whirlwind. Lafayette was welcomed warmly by many nobles and was asked to meet with King Louis upon his arrival.

He had someone escort you to his house. You were happy to be with Lafayette but you weren’t sure about this. You knew no one but Lafayette.

Months passed and it was nice to have him with you when he could get away. He was at your side when your son was born. You agreed upon the name George Washington de Lafayette.

Lafayette and you celebrated at the winning of France’s revoltion. Then Lafayette was asked to join a committee to help the nation. You starting seeing less of him. One night he came home and you weren’t in the foyer.

He found you in the nursery holding your son and rocking him. He was asleep but you still had yet to return him to his crib. “So your uncle Alexander led his battalion and Uncle Laurens was in South Carolina freeing people to lead. And Daddy was waiting in Chesapeake Bay to keep the mean British from running away.” He smiled as he realized you were telling him stories. You hadn’t noticed him standing in the doorway. “They would love you so much.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion.

Lafayette made his presence known then by pushing off the doorframe and walking up to you. He crouched in front of you. He pressed a light kiss to George’s head then leaned up and pressed a kiss you your lips. You stood and laid your baby in his crib and walked out.

“Y/N please talk to me.” Lafayette was pleading. You walked and left the nursery behind before turning to him. “Something is bothering you.” He said.

“Oh yeah, but where do I start? How about I don’t know anyone here nor do I speak fluent French. I hardly see you as your building this nation. And none of our friends have even met our son. I just wish John could as he was there for me during the worst months of my life and the first of my pregnacy.” You said. All the things you’ve been holding back finally came tumbling out.

“Mon cheri are you unhappy here?” Lafayette asked you.

“I am happy at your side but not in France.” You answered. He got a thoughtful expression before giving you a curt nod and striding out of the house without a word.

A few weeks after that conversation Lafayette asked you to take George out around the town. So you dressed him and put him in a pram to take him around. “Just make sure to meet me at this restaurant for le déjeuner at 1. Alright?” He handed you a slip of paper with the name of a french restaurant written on it.

“Uh ok, hopefully I can find it.” You said.

“You’ll be fine mon cheri.”

“Lafayette, are you going to tell me what you’re planning?” You asked. He had been running around and mumbling to himself for a while.

“What?” He said with faked innocence. “I’m not planning anything mon cheri.” He said with a tone letting you know that he was in fact doing what you suggested.

“Alright, I’ll find out eventually you know.” You said and pressed a short and sweet kiss to his lips.

“Oh I don’t doubt it.” He said with a smile. Then he squatted down to look in the pram. “Prendre soin de maman, ne pas laisser passer trop mcuh aujourd'hui.” (Take care of mommy, don’t let her spend too much today) He said in fluent french to your child. Who just cooed in response. “Have a good day my love.”

“Oh I’m sure we will, right George?” You asked. Again you only heard happy coos. And you did enjoy your day. You bought a few things but mostly enjoyed window shopping with your small son. Then you stumbled through asking for directions to the restaurant. A kind older women, who luckily knew English as well, walked with you to the restaurant.

“Oh I didn’t realize it was on the ocean.” You said. It was indeed right next to the water.

“Ah yes, that’s what it’s famous for.” She said.

“Thank you for helping me find it.” You told her.

“Not a problem at all.” She said before turning to go about her day. You sat with George at a table and waited for Lafayette. He showed up with a happy spring in his step.

“Ready?” He asked you.

“For what?” You asked.

“Come on and I’ll show you.” He took the pram and began pushing it. You followed with a smile. “Ready for this?” He asked. He stopped and gestured to a boat.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You asked hopefully.

“I’m saying we are going home Y/N.” Lafayette told you. “I never wish to see you unhappy.” So you boarded a boat once more. Lafayette had already gotten most of you luggage aboard. He would send for the rest of your objects eventually. You managed to avoid a horrible boat ride. Both you and Lafayette got sick at different points during th journey but luckily George never did.

When land finally came in view you stood at the front of the ship just watching it get closer and closer.

“John we’ve come here the last five days.” Alexander groaned.

“Well I’m sorry I can’t perfectly estimate when a ship will finally dock.” He shot back. He received a letter from Lafayette letting him know that the two of you would be returning. He planned to be waiting with your friends at the dock.

“Dear just think how happy they’ll be to see use when they arrive.” Eliza said.

“I suppose you’re right.” He said.

“A ship!” Hercules shouted. The group; the Hamiltons, Hercules, Laurens, and the Schuylers; came closer to the edge and sure enough there was a ship slowly coming toward the docks.

“Lafayette look!” You shouted as you grew closer to New York.

“Hm?” he asked. He walked over and had George in his arms. He looked and could see the old band of friends. Hercules was waving calmly. John was waving his arm wildly. Alexander had his hand straight up, turn his hand slightly. You swung your arm up over your head wildly.

As the boat docked you practically sprinted down the steps off the boat. You hugged all of them happily. Lafayette came down behind you later, having got caught in the mess of people leaving the boat. “Guys, there’s someone you need to meet.” You said and took George from Lafayette. “Meet George Washington de Lafayette.” You said.

You weren’t surprised when John was the first one to take him from your arms. The child was about 18 months old as this point. “He beautiful you guys.” He told you.

Eliza took him next and Alexander looked at him over her shoulder. “George Washington guys? Really?” He asked with a smile. You shrugged while Laf grinned widely. Everyone took a turn cooing over the child before you put him back in the pram and Lafayette got your luggage that had been unloaded from the cargo.

“Wait where will we stay?” You asked him.

“Don’t worry about it.” Laurens was the one who answered you. “Laf has been planning this for a while now.”

“Huh?” You asked.

“Well mon cheri, you wanted to go home so I made sure you’d get to go home.” He said smiling.

“You mean…” you trailed off processing what he was saying.

“I got enough money to buy back your estate mon cheri. You will be able to raise our family there like you always dreamed of.”

“Thank you so much!” You said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Anything for you. Je t'aime Y/N L/C.”

“I love you Marquis De Lafayette.”

104 - The Hierarchy of Angels

I’ve decided to liveblog the new Night Vale episode tonight. Warning this will have spoilers and will probably be a mess since it’s midnight.

So here we go

-the next book is called “It Devours” oh god

-it’s about Carlos and the smiling god oh god 

-I love you too Joseph 

-I am wayyyyyyyy too tired for this 

-Larry Leroy, my underrated fave

-this is making me nostalgic and sad

-AH NO

-oh god the dragons

-why does she have no will?

-I would be the angels in this situation

-OH GOD

-NEVER MIND HES NOT DEAD

-man, I thought they killed Kareem

-Mitchellgan is my favorite state

-STEVE

-I love Steve so much

-Steve you wonderful polite person

-ITS THE WOMAN FROM ITALY

-SHE’S BACK, WHAT IS SHE GONNA DO

-Cecil no

-wow, this weather is great and jazzy

-this seems poetic af

- objective journalism is my favorite kind of journalism

-does anyone really understand Night Vale tho

-this is making me even more sad 

-man, this was a wild ride, I’m so tired but it was worth it

anonymous asked:

Will u marry me ?

Wow haven’t had a marriage proposal in almost 20 years. I’ll have to think about it. But of course we’d have to invite everyone from SKAM to the wedding. Vilde will be our wedding planner and Sana will make sure everyone does what Vilde says. Chris will be in charge of getting beer from the beer man. Mahdi is DJing and bringing the waffles for the late night snack. Jonas and Noora will conduct the ceremony and talk about being kind to each other and that no one owns another person even when we’re married. Eskild will cry loudly during the vows and catch the bouquet at the end of the evening (he almost punched Vilde reaching for it). Eva, Magnus, and Even will create a dance circle with Isak in the middle dying of embarrassment. And yes Linn didn’t set her alarm and ended up sleeping through the whole thing. 

by7the7sea  asked:

That line from Cade about Jane finally getting what she wanted with Roman in a cage ... do you think there will be any more to that or was it just there to trigger the memory? I'd like it to bring up more with Roman and Jane, but doubt it.

Ah man, that line killed me! Poor Roman and poor Jane! The more Jane remembers about who she was and what kind pf person as Remi the harder it is on her, and the more adamant it makes her on protecting Roman and making it up for him. And Roman! Oh my poor poor Roman. By far the most tragic character on this show. I was rewatching the episode yesterday and Luke is just so spectacular. He plays Roman, his main, his vulnerabilities and his innocence so well. You can see that broken, innocent little boy shine through every single moment, and that’s what he is now. After the memory wipe, after the influence of Shepherd was wiped away, he immediately reverted back to that innocence and it is just so incredible to watch him.

With that said, I think there is a good chance the Jane/Roman and Remi/Roman moments and plots will continue because there is so much there to work with and to dive into. And it is story that I think both Jaimie and Luke will bring so much to. Their relationship is right now the heart and the tragic element, and let’s not forget that she’s lying to him still about who wiped his memory, and when Shepherd gets a chance to come back into their lives, this will play a very big role.

I cannot wait for this and what the actors will bring into it!

anonymous asked:

Woooo your hair is so cool!! You should post some sort of haircut ref like front, side, back, yaknow? If you're comfortable doing that ofc

Ahh, thanks! And sure, I can kind of explain it.

Here’s what my hair looks like now (actually this is an old picture but bear with me. 🐻)

Before I get into the grisly (oh man am I good or what) details of my cool hair cut I wanna mention:

50% of what makes it work the way it does is hair texture. My hair is curly - naturally curly, it means I do literally nothing to make it appear this way. I literally wash it, condition it heavily, follow the correct procedures to not destroy my curls (check out my multiple rants about taking care of curly hair - and how to not fuck up YOUR curly hair HERE!)  and then just cut/trim it on my own time.

If your hair is NOT curly or wavy - basically if your hair falls straight down regardless of what you do - this haircut might not be the easiest to maintain for you. Then again, it’s up to you how far you wanna go with it.

Step #1: Cut hair when it’s dry. 

If your hair is curly (not wavy, necessarily, but curly) then it looks VERY different when wet and when dry. Hairdressers don’t ever seem to understand this simple concept, which is why I avoid them at all costs…. You need to know the general shape of the hair in real-time when you’re cutting/trimming it otherwise your entire work will coil down by 2-3cm after you’re finished cutting it, and the entire thing will look very different than what you intended… I recommend you keep this in mind when cutting for this haircut as well unless you’re really good at estimating. I cut/trim right before I’m about to go into a shower, not after. 

 Step #2: Acquire a trimmer/razor! 

I shave down the sides of my head to about 7 mm. If your hair thickness is significantly more you can go down shorter than that, but my hair isn’t too thick so anything beyond a 5mm makes me look bald (prime example is the photo above…)

Here’s where I shave it down. 

Actually it’s not too accurate now that I look at it… but basically I use the curve of my ear as a reference point to how far up to go

Step #3: Shave in half-circles?

Starting from the back of my neck with the razor touching the lobe of my ear I go around the ear and come out at my temple, creating the first neat arc. Then I go over it again a little higher - it depends on how you want it to look. Keep in mind, with this type of style some of the hair you leave on top will naturally fall down over the shaved parts and cover it up a little, so it’ll end up looking smaller than what you actually shave. 

Step #4: Trim/cut the hair on top.

Personally I do the shaving first, the trimming of the larger hair on top later. You can switch these I guess. While I shave, I usually keep the hair on top in a pony or a couple of them to keep it out of the way. Then I let it loose and, starting from the outside, begin to trim it roughly into the shape/length I want it to be. 

The top of my head is where my hair is the longest. The longest part in THAT part is the apex of my head - not my bangs, not the sides closer to the shaved spots, but the very middle. I keep it longer because I want it to be extra floofy and stand up in a kind of triangle-ish shape when washed and dried. For my type of curls this means about 10 cm. Then, as I get further from that point I trim it down shorter to about 7-cm, 5-cm on the sides near the shaved part. If I keep it longer near the shaved part they tend to fall down the side unevenly since they’re curls, so that doesn’t always look the best.

In the back I tend to keep it shorter because due to hoods/sleeping/etc that hair ends up getting messed up and frizzy and half-straight-half-curly so it just never looks good haha

I don’t have a good reference picture for this so just look at this photo of me eating a hamburger.

Anyway… 

If you want more help beyond this, I probably can’t help. That’s about all I’ve got. 

helloilikeass  asked:

Nooooo I didn't mean to make you cry, please don't it really hurts me even if we're strangers, please your tears are not worth it. Also you can't believe how angry I am at your mother, she has absolutely no right to insult her child HER OWN FUCKING CHILD, WHAT KIND OF MOTHER DOES THAT, I understand that her other son is in a condition which needs attention and care more than the others BUT THAT DOES NOT GIVE HER THE RIGHT TO ABUSE HER CHILD WHETHER IT'S PHYSICALLY OR VERBALLY

Idunno man ; u ; like I’m kinda just past the point of anger and more just “welp that’s that” and thankfully I’m away from her now and in a better home with my best friend and our beloved cat ♡ Thank you for showing so much care for the situation though ♡ sometimes I forget that it’s not okay for me to be treated like that by her just because its been so… normalized throughout my life..? Idunno. I love you though and thank you ♡

This man right here should be the biggest rapper right now. i dnt understand why people like young thug are bigger than him, in my books he is up there with people like Kendrick. For me as a black woman i appreciate him so much and all the other black men who appreciate black women like he does. Everywhere you go, whether its twitter, facebook,insta, tumblr you can see posts of black women being called all kinds of things and what makes it worse is that most of it is from BLACK MEN. So its so good to see black men appreciate black women. Obviously we dont need men to appreciate us so WE can appreciate our beauty and who we are as black Queens, thats not what this post is trying to say.This post is to just appreciate the black men who appreciate us unapologetically because its a lot of black men doing the exact opposite, who take out their self hate on us. so shout out to men like @moisemorancy who do appreciate us, WE APPRECIATE YOU!!❤️❤️ 

Me while watching The Last Five Years movie
  • Still Hurting: no anna no bby we love you
  • Shiksa Goddess: HELLOOOOOOO JEREMY JORDAN!!!
  • See I'm Smiling: how the hell did the costume manager not catch you steal that sweater?
  • Moving Too Fast: Damn son can ride a bike
  • A Part of That: when most people see someone start randomly smiling after staring catatonically they'd be worried
  • The Schmuel Song: what kind of shit name is Schmuel anyway
  • A Summer in Ohio: Wayne's my man. They should make a movie of just you
  • The Next Ten Minutes: I want
  • A Miracle Would Happen/When You Come Home to Me: This is where I start getting lost. Also I see u Sherie
  • Climbing Uphill: Why does the pianist hate me? I see u JRB
  • If I Didn't Believe in You: chill or this won't end well
  • I Can Do Better Than That: JAMIE EYES ON THE ROAD NOT THE GIRL
  • Nobody Needs to Know: Jamie u turd
  • Goodbye Until Tomorrow/I Could Never Rescue You: THE FEELS
His Name pt. 1

I looked up to be met with those pretty brown eyes I have fallen madly in love with as my smile widened and his smirk became more witty. I watched as he watched me from behind his desk, leaning back in his chair as I just watched him.

“You know,” he started as I sat in the empty classroom that just contained him and I, “I always was curious as to what makes you so happy all the time.”

I blushed as I whispered, “I am not happy all the time.”

“Yeah, you kind of are,” he argued back, his smirk growing wider as I blushed brighter. “Does it have anything to do with a boy?”

“A man,” I corrected him, adverting my eyes away from his, “he is a man. The most intriguingly smart man I have ever met. He is a man that is so unlike the rest because he can make me smile when I am on the verge of letting go, he can me me laugh when I am ready to shut down, and he can do these things to my body whenever he touches me. He is a man, but he is the man of my dreams.”

“Does this man have a name?”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, making me look down at the ground.

I prayed to a God that I don’t believe in as I lowly whispered, “his name is on your teacher’s i.d. card.”