what the hell am i doin' here

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”
Dust, Diamonds: Part I (Levi/Reader)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Summary: Ever since your youths, the two of you have been quite the pair: the toddler son of a prostitute and the child-thief who protected him; a thug who could waltz and a whore who could kill; humanity’s strongest soldier and an officer’s mistress. And now, after years of separation: diamond and dust.

Word count: ~12.5K (sorry)

Notes: TONS of fluff, mentions (but no graphic descriptions of) sex work and grooming, non-graphic sex scene (again not of sex work)


You were the second person to find Miss Ackerman’s corpse. 

You noticed the stench before anything else. As soon as the ripe odour hit your nose, smelling of something between rotting meat, shit, and cheap perfume, you knew. The bread and canned soup that you had worked so hard to steal for her fell to the ground, your attention fully on the figure in the bed. You couldn’t recognise her anymore: impossibly still, emaciated, and pallid. The body looked like Kuchel Ackerman, you thought, but it also didn’t look human. She had always been lively even her in fragility, all gentle smiles and porcelain skin. Staring at her sunken eyes and soiled sheets, all you could think about was the lovely smile she had given you when she first took you in, and how this corpse did not resemble her in the least.

In the corner of your eye, a shadow moved. You glanced back, and your breath stilled momentarily.

Levi was the first to speak.

“I don’t know what to do.” He looked at you, brows drawn back, dried tear stains tracking through the dirt on his face. Even though he was alive, his eyes looked as sunken as his mother’s.

Helplessly, you glanced back at the body one last time. You wanted badly for this to be a nightmare, to find yourself waking up into a world where Miss Ackerman was recovering from her illness and she and Levi were waiting patiently for you to bring back some food.

But even at your young age, you knew that you could not pretend: fantasies got you nowhere in the Underground.

Smoothly, you picked up the bread and canned soup, and then you set the two down before Levi. His fingers were thin and cold in your hands, and as you rubbed your thumb along his bony knuckles, his small body trembled.

“We survive.” You swallowed. “Even if we are alone.”


You had never trusted Kenny the way that Levi did. Not quite. Even though you were barely in your teens, you were practiced in reading the faces of men: a talent, the brothel owner often remarked, that you must have inherited from your mother and Miss Ackerman. Consequently, you knew the whole range of men that resided in the Underground, and you could spot a coward from a mile away.

When Kenny disappeared, you were not at all surprised. 

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Thank You

Yondu wakes up to warmth on his cheek. Last time he checked, he’d been floating in space with Peter clawing at his jacket. The boy’s screams got fainter as Yondu struggled to breathe. Eventually, everything just faded to black. But now, everything’s awash with a bright light.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” he slurs as he blinks. Hovering over him is a beautiful woman. Terran by the looks of it. She has long blonde hair that looks as gold as Ayesha’s headpiece. Her eyes, which examine him curiously, look familiar. A cerulean with little bits of sea green, like those on Xandar.

“Thank you,” the woman whispers in an ethereal tone.

“For what?” Yondu asks as she helps him sit up. He’s surprised that he’s not still floating in space. On the other hand, maybe he is and he’s just dreaming. Death could never be so kind to him.

“For saving my son.”

Peter’s mother

Yondu blinks a couple of time. Can’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’s staring right into the eyes of Peter’s dead mother. “Where am I? What the hell are you doin’ here?”

Meredith smiles at him, a soft little thing. “On Earth, we’d call this place heaven.” She gestures to the space around them.  "I don’t know what they’d call it in your culture.“

“We just call it death,” Yondu says with a roll of his eyes. “Surprised I didn’t end up in some kind of hell dimension.”

“It don’t matter now.” Meredith’s still smiling at him, which is unnerving. The only women who ever smiled at him either wanted to kill him or have sex with him. “What matters is that you saved my son.”

“Did what I had to do, ma'am.” Yondu can feel his cheeks heating up. Ravagers aren’t supposed to care, to be soft. But in his final moments with Peter, with his son, he rejected that notion. “Ego wasn’t gonna get a hold'da my boy like that.”

Meredith pats the spot on some sort of cloud. Asking Yondu to sit beside her. “I used to think he was an angel. Ego, I mean. I knew Peter was an angel the moment I held him.” Her blue eyes, just like Peter’s, go soft and glossy as she thinks of her son. “I didn’t realize until after I died just what a horrible creature he was. Knew in death that he was the one that killed me so that he could get Peter.”

“I didn't deliver him though. Cargo, Peter was. But he was good for thievin’ and fittin’ in'ta small spaces. Wasn’t gonna let the boys eat him if we could use ‘im.”

“Yondu.” Meredith puts a warm hand on his. Her voice still sounds ethereal, like melting Xandarian chocolate on one’s tongue. Her skin feels warm, like the sunlight on his home planet, which he can barely remember. “There are no lies here. I know the reason why you kept Peter. And I’m glad you did.”

Suddenly, there’s a noise from somewhere behind the two. Yondu spins around, one hand brushing his coat back to reveal where his arrow would be. If he still had it. His other hand goes in front of Meredith as if to protect her.

“Yondu, look.” Her hand settles at his elbow and pulls his arm away, pointing at something in the distance. It looks like a holoboard, but square and there’s a back to it. “It’s called a TV. We’ve got ‘em back on Earth.”

“What’s it doing?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes it shows me images or videos of Peter. It’s how I watched my baby grow up.” She points to the screen and grins. “Look, there he is.”

Yondu blinks and finds himself looking at Peter. And, what the fuck, that’s his body. It’s wrapped in the typical Ravager funeral fashion. Yondu imagines Kraglin had a hand in it because he’d never really let Peter see a funeral. Only when he sent someone into space via the airlock. 

“Why’’s he cryin’?” He knows it’s a stupid question the second it comes out of his mouth. Meredith whacks him over the head anyway.

“'Cause he just lost his biological father and his dad all in one go.” She shakes her head. “Have a heart, Yondu. No one’s judging you here.” She points to the TV. “Now hush. I wanna listen.”

“I told Gamora how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad,” Peter starts, his head bowed. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes, but he doesn’t cry. “He’s a singer and actor from earth, really famous guy. Yondu didn’t have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn’t have a beautiful voice of an angel, but he did have the whistle of one.”

Yondu’s frozen in place. Meredith sniffles beside him and he reaches into his pocket. At least his handkerchief’s still there. “Thank you,” she whispers, blowing her nose.

“Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women, and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kinda end up being my dad, after all. Only it was you, Yondu.”

“David Hasselhoff is really that special to the kid?”

“Used to talk about him all the time. Watched his show whenever it was on TV.” Meredith looks up at him with those baby blues and smiles. It’s that damn soft smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts. “I can’t see the resemblance physically, but you have the same heart.” She turns back to the TV. “He’s not done. I wanna hear this.”

“I had a pretty cool dad." A tear finally falls and Gamora grabs his hand. "What I’m trying to say here is… sometimes, that thing you’re searching for your whole life is right there by your side all along, and you don’t even know it.” Meredith watches as he rubs his thumb over the back of Gamora’s hand and smiles softly at her.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Meredith whispers. “Well, I guess I didn’t, but I’m seein’ it now.”

“What?” Yondu squints. “I can’t see nothin’ important. I mean, that speech was mighty nice, but–”

“Look, Yondu.” The scene shifts and fireworks are exploding above the trail of Yondu’s ashes. He tears up a little bit, but his eyes follow Meredith’s finger to where Peter and Gamora are standing next to each other.

On the screen, Peter turns to Gamora. There’s something in her eyes that Yondu can’t read, but Meredith seems to understand.

“What?” Peter asks.

Gamora shakes her head. “Just… some unspoken thing.”

Meredith turns to Yondu. “Do you see it now?”

Yondu scratches his head. “I’m guessin’ it has to do with that unspoken thing.” It comes out as more of a question, but Meredith’s beaming at him. His heart soars and he wishes he could punch it in the face. If it had one.

“You’re a good man, Yondu.” Meredith’s voice sounds full of sincerity and maybe he doesn’t wanna punch his heart in the metaphorical face as much as he should be wanting to. She grabs his hand and squeezes. “Thank you. For taking care of my son.”

So, this came out Not really sure if I got Yondu’s voice right, but I wanted him to have some form of redeption after death. And Meredith is always just shoved to the side, so I brought her back. Yondu needs to be thanks for what he did. And who better to thank him than Peter’s mom. 

Hopefully you guys liked this!





ذات مرة في الطريق الصغير نحو أوجوستوس بلاتس

بشكل ما، ليس على البشر أن يكونوا موجودين دائماً في حياتك، ليسوا مطالبين بذلك، إنها حقيقةٌ بسيطة و لكن أحياناً تكون أنت متطلباً، ربما الجميع متطلب، إن الابتسامات و رد التحية ليسوا مطالباً كبيرة، و عندما لا توجد تشعر أنت بالوحدة، و الوحدة هي مشكلتك، عليك تعلّم التعايش معها، و عليك بتقبلها تماماً كما تتقبل درجة لون جلدك، و شعرك.
السير في شوارع لايبزغ لا يشعرني بالوحدة اللعينة، فقط عندما أتذكر شوارع القاهرة أشعر ببعض الحنين، و ذلك مقبول في رأيي و مفهوم، بعد حين سأعتاد، و لكن هنا الأمر أشبه بمغامرة جديدةٍ عليّ، شيءٌ مختلف، ليس فقط مختلفاً عن بلادي و لكن عن فكرتي عن الغرب، هنا ليس الأمر أمريكياً، ربما في أمريكا كنت سأشعر بالونس من رصيد الأفلام الأمريكية الضخم و مخزون الموسيقى، هنا لا يفضلون البلوز و السول و الروك، أو هنا تلك أيضا ثقافة غريبة عنهم، هنا أنت في بلاد مندلسون و باخ و فاجنر، بلاد لا تولي اهتمام جم بفيفي عبده و لكن تسمي أحد شوارعها باسم الفيلسوفة حنة أرندت، هنا بلاد تعلمني و تضيف لشخصيتي.
بعد الاستقرار أجدني أستمتع بالمشي في الشوارع الناعسة، رأيت اليوم صباحاً رجل مستمتع تماما بطلاء باب منزل خشبي، مستمتع بعمله البسيط، رجل خمسيني أبيض الشعر و شديد الجديّة في طلاء البيت، كل الأشخاص هنا جديون، ربما لست جدياً بالشكل الكافي لتلك البلد.
وجودي هنا يعد شيئاً جديداً تماماً، أرغب في الانغراس هنا، لا أشعر بالرهبة بل بالرغبة في الدخول و الإثارة، لقد دخلت مكاناً فيه لعب قمار مقابل المال، خسرت اثنين من اليوروهات و قررت ألا أجرب حظي مرة أخرى، و لكنني أردت التجربة، لا زلت أركب الترام بدون قطع تذكرة، ذلك شيء سيء و لكن لا زال ورقي لم يكتمل حتى أستطيع شراء تذكرة مخفضة بسبب نقص المال، لا بأس، كل مرة أخرج من الترام على خير أشعر بسعادة غير معروفة السبب، أتمنى أن تستقر أحوالي و سأشعر حينها كذلك بالسعادة نفسها، لماذا أفكر هكذا و كأنني لا أستحق العمل هنا؟ كيف جعلتني الأيام شخصاً لا يعرف قيمة نفسه و يشعر بالنقص دائماً، هم ليسوا مختلفين بل هم مجرد بشر عاديون، و أنا لست أقل منهم بل ربما أفضل!
كنت سائراً باتجاه ميدان أوجوستوس و فتاة ممسكة بجيتار تغني أغنية لراديوهيد Creep
“You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here”

شعرت أنها تغني لي
رددت معها الأغنية و امتدحت آداءها،
ابتسمت لي،
أكملت سيري و رذاذ المطر ينزل فوقي و أنا ابتسم و أستنشق الهواء البارد الجاف المميز لمناخ ألمانيا..
شعرت ليس كما أشارت الأغنية أنني لا أنتمي هنا، شعرت حينها أنني أنتمي هنا أكثر من انتمائي لميدان رمسيس!

  • I MEAN
  • I rented a little house in West Egg next to this crazy huge mansion. It was a sweet deal, man. My neighbor threw a lot of parties, and everybody got roaring drunk and stuff. ‘TWAS THE BOMB.
  • [camera pans over wild party scene on Gatsby’s lawn]
  • Gatsby: Hey there, old sport.
  • Want something to drink, old sport?
  • No, I’m fine, old sport.
  • Old sport.
  • Old.
  • Sport.
  • [dramatic cut to Gatsby staring at the green light across the sound]
  • [cut to Gatsby and Nick on the lawn after a party]
  • Nick: You can’t change the past.
  • Gatsby: Can’t change the past? *whispers intently* WHY, OF COURSE YOU FUCKING CAN.
  • [cut to Gatsby driving Nick in a car]
  • Nick: K.
  • Nick: Ok that’s bullshit Gatsby.
  • [cut to Nick sitting at a tea table with Jordan Baker]
  • Jordan: Gatsby was in love with Daisy Buchanan.
  • Nick: You mean, in love with her or in love with her wealth?
  • Jordan: Stop it, Nick. That’s supposed to remain ambiguous. Anyways, Gatsby wants you to do him a favor.
  • Nick: ????
  • Jordan: Invite Daisy over to your house, and then have Gatsby come over so they can meet, yeah?
  • Nick: *sighs and accepts fate as the perpetual third wheel*
  • [inside Nick’s house]
  • Daisy Buchanan: I’m certainly glad to see you again.
  • Gatsby: K cool. *they have wild sex*
  • *jk they just sit around and talk while Nick makes a desperate escape out the back door of his own house*
  • Gatsby: DAISY, SEE MY HOUSE.
  • Daisy: LOL YOU’RE SO RICH.
  • [the Buchanans’ home]
  • Daisy: You always look so cool.
  • Gatsby: trololololol
  • Nick, Jordan Baker: *hurriedly gulp down more ale so they have something to do*
  • [hotel room later that day in New York]
  • Tom: Now, motherfucker, what the hell you doin’ with my wife.
  • Daisy: Please chill, Jay.
  • Daisy: But- but that would be a lie. Because I did love him.
  • Everybody: wwwwtttffff
  • Gatsby: *flips table*
  • Tom: Why don’t you just drive on home with Fatsby, hey Daisy? See how you like it living with a dirt-poor son of a bitch who’ll never have the manliness to cheat on you like I did? I’ll just take Nick and Jordan home. *DUN-DUN-DUN-DUNNN is heard in the background*
  • [Valley of Ashes, Wilson’s garage]
  • Myrtle: *gets run over by a car*
  • [later]
  • Mr. Wilson: I know who did it. It was a yellow car.
  • Reader: wwwttttfffff
  • [even later]
  • Nick: How did you even do it?
  • Gatsby: Well-
  • Nick: Daisy was driving, wasn’t she.
  • Gatsby: lolwut no of course she wasn’t- okay yeah but I’ll take the blame
  • [cut to Wilson’s garage]
  • Mr. Wilson: *picks up gun* *polishes* *smiiiiles*
  • [cut to Gatsby’s swimming pool]
  • Nick: Man what a waste.
  • [later]
  • Nick: Always smashing things up and then retreating behind their money.
  • [even later]
  • Nick: I’m leaving this Godforsaken town.
  • [later later]
  • Nick: Gatsby believed in the orgastic future, the- okay whatever I give up this shit. The world is unfair and Gatsby turned out all right in the end.
  • It was what foul dust that floated in the wake of his dreams that preyed on him.
  • *jazzy credits music*

1.“You should’ve known better."   14."That’s why I’m here. Don’t like it? Divorce me."     CHIBS

Chibs and I had been seperated for the past 5 months. With shit going down with the club, it was just putting so much stress on our relationship.

We both decided that it was best that we take a break.

I had just clocked out at the hospital and was ready to go home.

Fate had other plans. Bobby, Juice and Opie were surrounding my car.

"What now?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Chibs was cut. Has a decent sized gash in his side.” Opie said, leaning on the handle bars of his bike.

“We would have asked Tara, but her and Jax are out of town.”

Bobby walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “We know you both are going through a rough patch, but please stop by and fix him up?” He asked, kindly.


“Please Y/N, he needs you. He’s been a mess since this all happened.” Juice said, desperately.

I looked up at the sky and groaned, “Goddamnit.”
Placing my medical bag on my shoulders, I took a deep breath, hoping that an argument wouldn’t break out.

Patch him up, in and out… right?

Chibs was laid up on the Reaper table in Church, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

The stress lines around his eyes added to his age, making him look so worn down.

“Brother, Y/N’s here to get you right.” Bobby said, leading me into Church.

“Shite.” Chibs cursed.

Bobby shook his head as he shut the double doors, leaving us alone in the quiet room.

I snapped on some rubber gloves and set out everything I needed.

Filling a syringe with a local, I let Chibs know what I was doing, “I’m going to numb the area so I can stitch it up, okay?”

“Aye, whatever.”

Tears burned my eyes, but now wasn’t the time.

Giving him the local, I proceeded to clean, stitch and dress his wound.

Bobby had told me before coming here how it happened. Ever since our separation, Chibs had been on a downward spiral getting into fights and what not.

“You should’ve known better.” I told him, snapping off my gloves.

He whipped his head towards me and glared, “The hell ye doin’ here then!?” He bit out.

My cheeks burned as my anger rose. Pointing to his wound, I said, “That’s why I’m here. Don’t like it? Divorce me.”

There, it was now up to him.

He swallowed repeatedly, his emotions bubbling over, “You hate me that much, Love?”

I sighed, leaning against the wall, “No Filip… I love you with everything that I am, but the shit that’s been going on is putting a wedge between us.” I stared at my shoes as a few tears slipped out.

“Christ… C'mere, Love.” He called me over, staring at me.

I wanted to hold my ground, but he was chipping away at the wall that I had started to rebuild.

I went to the table and leaned on my hands.

The hair that fell forward, Chibs had bundled up in his hand and ran his fingers through it.

He gently pulled my head down, sealing his lips over mine in a sweet, slow kiss.

As I pulled back, he wiped the tears away, “Don’t cry, Love. I hate it when ye do.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, “I- I need to leave.”

His hands gripped my waist, “No, don’t… stay, please and I’ll tell ye every last little detail.”

“Filip…” I warned on a whisper.

“C'mon Love… let’s not throw out 10 years… I want to see me wife’s smile again and I want to be the reason why it’s there.”

I broke down, placing my head on his chest as his sweet words sunk in.

We were still deeply in love with one another and it seemed that nothing could get in the way of that.

Holy fuck. I’m (not) sorry.

But I have to share it oh my fucking god. UNDERFELL’s Discord server is a gift…

It all started with one picture… by @knowledgemimic

I’m sitting here like “holy fuck this is amazing, why are all these people drawing my noodly son, i didn’t know he-”

“I… what?? Oh my god this is great, why would you even-”

“Holy shit what the hell is going-”





What are u guys doing.

PFFT. Yeah you’d deffs be doin’ a land, my son.




ask-the-glamorous-chai-cup  asked:

Hey Ben and Jeff! How you doing my Bros!

BEN: heeeeeeey~!

BEN: we’re doin’ good. at least i’m doin’ good.

Jeff: Hey… Ben…?

BEN: yeah?

Jeff: Why am I here? What the hell are we doing?

BEN: answerin’ questions, mah man.

Jeff: …Ah… Why?

BEN: dude, just shut up and answer questions with me.

Canon is a Lie AU (a.k.a. What the Hell is Going On AU)

Technically, this is a role swap AU but then again…

(Anyways, we’ve always had Tsuna-Reborn role swap, we had 1st gen-10th gen role swap, Arcobaleno role swap, even the Varia and the Millefiore! Why not put a spin to the usual role swap AU?)

Tsuna breaks the Arcobaleno curse and everything is alright in the world. After the long and tiresome battle with the Vindice and the face-off with Checkerface, he was looking forward to a brand-new, crisis-free day. He fell asleep, totally exhausted.

He wakes up and notices something odd. The house was eerily quiet— no laughter from the kids, no screams of panic from Bianchi, and most of all, no wake-up calls from Reborn. In fact, the one who woke him up was his mother, telling him about his failing grade on a Math test.

He gets up from his bed, leaves his room, and follows his mom downstairs. No one was around but the two of them.

His mom cheerily tells him, “Tsu-kun, I’ve hired you a home tutor!”

Her words made him freeze in his steps.

This was… the first day he met Reborn? Why was he back here again? Did he travel back in time? Those thoughts plagued his mind.

The doorbell rings and his mom comes to greet whoever it is on the other side. He tags along. Tsuna braces himself, waiting for Reborn’s appearance and cheerful “Ciaossu!”.

That was not the sight that greeted him at the door.

“You must be Sawada Nana and Sawada Tsunayoshi,” The baby bows respectfully. “Ni hao, I am Fon, the home tutor.”

What the hell is going on?

The rest of the adventures simply boil down to…

  • Daily Arc: What the hell is going on I thought this was time travel where is Reborn what do you mean I have different Guardians umm… since when were you my Rain Guardian Gokudera-kun and why are you my Sun Guardian Mukuro where is onii-san Yamamoto’s missing too Lambo is a prefect and Shoichi is Fon’s disciple and has Storm flames? Lancia is a chibi and from the Bovino? WHat.

  • Kokuyo Arc: hOLY Yamamoto is evil and possesses people he even has Mukuro’s creepy laugh I-pin and Fuuta are his minions?! Tsuyoshi-san is in Lancia’s place? Bianchi doesn’t believe in love and likes money? You guys beat up Lambo and kidnapped Ranking Hibari-san? You mean, Hibari-san is nice and defenseless?! I cannot. Just cannot.

  • Varia Arc: Wait what Yamamoto is possessing onii-san I don’t understand and and and Daemon was his dad?! OMGWTFBBQ Mom is the leader of CEDEF and since when was Dino the Ninth’s adopted son I thought that was Xanxus where is Xanxus and why is Dino not part of the Cavallone and why is he scowling so much— oh, so Byakuran is his new, big-brother figure now. Well.

  • Future Arc: MM scares me she has a centipede and what the fuck she has a corrupted pacifier wHY, WhY cruel worlD WHy and hellooo Reborn sHIT he’s a funeral wreath let’s get out of here WHAT DO YOU MEAN XANXUS IS THE SKY ARCOBALENO WHY IS HE SO NICE AND PURE IT’S GIVING ME HIVES and Squalo’s Gamma horry shit. WAIT YUNI’S EVIL?!

  • Simon/Shimon Arc: Skull what are you doing here you’re here for the Inheritance arc? You’re a mafia boss? Colonnello and Lal are your minions-slash-Guardians?! Dad what are you doin— oh wait you’re not my dad anymore you’re like the Ninth boss now wait a minute you’re still young and you got a kid of your own who are not dead why the hell am I being groomed as the next boss 

    …back up, back up. Haru is Daemon Spade?! She just possessed Yamamoto ohmygawd I can’t.

  • Curse of the Rainbow Arc: Okay so Fon’s the Sun Arcobaleno and Xanxus is the Sky so who the hell are the others— Elena is alive as the Storm?! Primo too?! Whut. Bermuda is a nice guy? Oh my portable calculator, Kyoko’s the founder of VIN fucking DICE?!!!! WHATTTTT I just asdfkjgllsdk— Oh, hey Kawahira. It’s nice to know that you didn’t get a role swap or a personality change.

Yeah. Decided to text spazz the whole thing.


Holy crap. This is the most beautiful piece of crack I’ve ever seen. Thank you. x’D

Lost Time

I have a request. The reader and Daryl were dating long before the apocalypse. But Merle breaks them up, by telling Daryl the reader is cheating on him, because the reader his changing Daryl for the better. But in the apocalypse the two meet up again and the reader has a child with her. And the child is the reader and Daryl’s. I hope that makes sense.
“There’s absolutely nothin’ to worry about okay Derek?” I said as I ruffled the little boys hair. He had dark hair and light eyes, resembling his father so much, who he’s gone his whole 10 years of life not knowing.

We have all been called to a meeting and we were standing around just waiting. Deanna said there are new comers that Aaron has found and we should welcome them in. This made me nervous because trust hasn’t come easy for my son and I. Of course I was a new comer myself before, but this is different, this group is large and they could be dangerous.

Deanna said that she feels they should all stay, they’re all useful to us some how. She also reminded us they’re just people, like all of us. We’ve been informed they were given the two houses to stay in, and it was recommended we stop by to meet them.

After our meeting was over, I decided to make them all something to eat, they’ve been out there the whole time, who knows when the last time they ate something decent.

Derek and I walked over across the street and he knocked on the door. A woman with salt and pepper hair answered.

“Hello, I’m Y/N and this is Derek, welcome to Alexandria.” I smiled and offered the dish over to her.

“Well thank you, I’m Carol.” She said taking the food from my hands. “You look so familiar, I think I saw a picture of you somewhere.”

Before I could say anything else, it felt like everything stopped. The one and only Daryl Dixon walked passed right behind Carol. I couldn’t move or speak, all I could do was remember the night it all ended. He looked just like he used to before we dated, rough and angry. He knew nothing about Derek, I figured Daryl had been dead.

“You okay?” Carol asked me. That’s when he turned around and ours eyes met again for the first time in 10 years.

“Yer kiddin me.” He said stopping.

“What am I missing?” Carol questioned.

“What the hell are you doin here? How long have ya been here?” He said walking forward. I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. I just kept thinking about the night he left. He accused me of being a cheater, he screamed and cried and punched a hole in the wall. Lamps were broken and so were our hearts.

“Mom.” Derek said tapping on my arm.

“Mom?” Daryl said.

I just nodded and Daryl shook his head with a smirk on his face. “Unbelievable.” He said.

“Mom who is he?” Derek finally asked.

“Your dad.” Was all I said. Carol had dropped the dish on the ground and her mouth hung opened.

“Don’t pull that shit Y/N.” Daryl shook his head.

“What do you mean don’t pull that shit, look at him! He’s yours!” I started raising my voice.

“Daryl he looks like you.” Carol said still in shock.

“Bullshit.” Daryl said and turned to walk away.

“No, don’t you walk away from me again. He’s yours Daryl, there’s nobody else. It’s you. Maybe if you would have talked things out with me you’d know that. Maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn all the time.” I said stepping over the broken dish and casserole.

“Merle told me all about how ya wanted to get with him!” Daryl started to raise his voice, and when I heard that name, I got pissed.

“Merle? Merle told you how I came onto him?” I raised mine right back. I always hated him, he wasn’t good to Daryl or me. Daryl had no idea, Merle tried to get me to cheat with him, and I never got to explain to Daryl.

“Yea now we’re done talkin about this.” He said and started to walk away.

I grabbed him by his shoulder and whipped him around. “Merle was the one trying to pull this shit, not me. How could you even think I would do that with your own brother? How could you believe I would cheat on you? I love you. Daryl you were it, it’s always been you. I’ve gone ten years without you and I don’t wanna go anymore.” I was ready to start crying.

“You never did?” He lowered his voice.

“No, never. I don’t know how you believed it.”

“I was afraid.” He admitted.

“Of?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Us, you know how I am. I ain’t ever loved anyone like you. I didn’t wanna fail and we did.”

“But what about now? It’s the end of the world and we’re in the same place at the same time. I don’t think we really failed do you?” I walked over to him and cupped his dirty face in my hands. His scruff was rough on my hands, but that’s okay.

“No.” He said and grabbed one of my hands and squeezed it.

I leaned in and kissed him, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and I had believed I would never do this again.

“Ew.” Derek whined and Carol let out a chuckle.

“Come here.” I said laughing. He ran over into my arms and I felt Daryl pull the both of us into a hug.

“Derek, I’m sorry I missed out on ya.” Daryl whispered.

“It’s okay.” He shrugged but I knew he was upset. Hell I was upset, this wasn’t fair.

“I’ll tell ya what, I’m gonna teach a couple of things. Yer gonna learn how to shoot a crossbow and gut this possum I got sittin in the kitchen.”

“Let’s go!” Derek said pulling away from us.

I knew we had a lot of patching up to do, but it was all going to be worth it.


I am so sorry this took forever ): . But musical is officially over so I can dedicate my time to this blog and school is slowing down as well. Let me know how I did! Send in requests or just come talk! Thanks guys.

anonymous asked:

If you taking prompts, how bout "the first and last time bofur thought bilbo and thorin would be better off without him before the king under the mountain and mr baggins had to slap some sense into they're cinnamon roll boyfriend"

The bloody fuckin hell am I even doin’ here?’ Bofur thinks in awe. There’s Thorin in front of him, pink tinging his face, looking as nervous as Bofur feels, but far more determined. There are rough hands on his front and smaller, softer hands on his back and what the hell is he doing here?

It’s not a complaint, mind. Far from it. Not anywhere in the vicinity of a complaint. If complaints could have vicinities. Which they can’t, seein’ as they aint physical things and all. But if complaining was a thing, Bofur would not be anywhere near it. 

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Happy Birthday Grace!!!

I made it in time yay!! Ok I cheated a little - I split the fic into two parts. So you will get the second one a little later. But this way I was still on time fufufu. :* Hope you like it my beloved blanania!!!

A good ol’ Gajevy Fantasy AU!
That’s all I’m gonna say for now because I want to keep it a surprise. But the credit for the basic prompt idea goes to fairlytailed!! Bless your mind, Ria!;)

The air was dusty, muggy, filled with dust particles which danced in the occasional ray of sunshine that made it through the thick window glass and through the forest of bookshelves.

Levy McGarden inhaled deeply.

Just how she liked it.

The pile of books in her hands towered in front of her, almost swallowing her whole. If you had approached her from the front, you might have thought a stack of books had come to life and was now venturing through the corridors of its home.

As the young woman approached an old wooden ladder - a creaky one she knew, with a wobbly latch on the seventh step - she put the pile down onto the ground with a relieved sigh, stretching her aching back.

Almost done for the day.

She would ace every last one of those tests.

With that thought in mind, she started to climb the ladder, four books in her left hand and two jammed beneath her arm.

The ladder really was old, and if she had not mounted it many times before, she might have been too scared to do so now. She safely skipped the seventh step, smiling self-pleasedly as she did so. The whole structure moaned and groaned under her - granted, very light - weight, and she thought she’d have to inform the lady on the way out, because a few kilograms more would surely be the end of the poor thing.

Or the one climbing it.

Juat as the thought crossed her mind, a small but meaningful crack resounded beneath her.

“Eep!” she squeaked, quickly scrambling up another step. The piece of wood she had just stood on crashed down onto the ground, and Levy swallowed. That sure had been close.

Relieved, she released the tight breath she had been holding.

The way down would be safer for now, she decided. For once, the books could wait.

Reaching out a tentative foot, she blindly searched for the next lowest step, trying to bridge the gap that had been opened by the broken latch. Her heart thundered in her chest. Then the tip of her shoe touched something hard.

Right. This was her way to safety.

Levy took a shaky step - and fell.

Levy awoke in a field of gold.

This was not right.

She should have awoken on the hard ground of the library, or maybe even in a hospital bed. But neither dusty library air nor clinically cleansed oxygen invaded her lungs as she inhaled deeply. Instead, it smelled of flowers.

Confused, Levy sat up.

This was not right at all.

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Echo (1/2)

Title: Echo
Rating: T (For mental illness, mentions of abuse)
Characters: Huamn!Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Summary:Human AU— John Smith is a hurt man with a bad past and very little hope for the future. But Rose Tyler isn’t about to be scared away by his demons.
Notes: As mentioned in the rating, this story does get into mental illness – specifically depression, anxiety, and dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality disorder). The mentions of abuse will come later. But if any of that makes you uncomfortable, this might not be the story for you.
I also recommend you listen to Echo by Jason Walker (which I obviously borrowed the title from) because A) it’s an excellent song and B) I think it fits John.

It hadn’t been agood day.

As a matter of fact it had been anutterly awful day, and John just wanted to get into his apartment and get his groceries put away and just curl up with a book or something.

Of course his plans were derailed by the obstacle he encountered when he walked around the corner.

“Oh, sorry!” He yelped as he ran into someone. He took a step back quickly. “Sorry, sorry, I…uh…” All thought processes shut down when he saw the woman. She was…beautiful. “Hi.”

“Hi,” the woman said with a smile. “Sorry, I should’ve been paying attention. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” John said quickly. “Are you? I think that was my fault.”

“I’m alright.” Blimey she was beautiful. “I’m Rose, nice to meet you. I just moved in down the hall.”

“Oh, four-b, right?” John asked without thinking. “I’m uh…next to you. Four-c. Heard you moving in over the weekend.”

“Yeah I imagine it was hard to miss my mate Mickey. He was whinin’ the entire time. Sorry about that. I promise he won’t be around often.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Moving is hard. Oh! I’m John by the way.” He had never introduced himself. Wasn’t that just bloody brilliant. Rose laughed.

“Well it’s nice to meet you John.”

“And you.” He regarded her for a moment before throwing caution to the winds. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one night?”

Rose raised an eyebrow at that, but the fact that she didn’t look immediately repulsed was reassuring. “That was fast.”

“Well either you like me or you don’t. I figured I would save us both a lot of awkward flirting.”

A small smile pulled at Rose’s lips. “I do appreciate the candor. Okay. How about Friday night?”

John beamed. “Brilliant. I would love that. I’ll pick you up around six?”

“You know where I live.”

This day, John thought as he let himself into his apartment, grinning, had gotten a lot better.

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