what the hell have i gotten myself in to

Maybe I am just James Flint trash, but I understand every inch of every step he has taken to secure an ideal he helped to create, to save the people he loves - to save the ghosts that haunt him.

I understand all of it.

Especially the part when he aLLOWS HIMSELF TO BECOME THE MONSTER TO SILVER BECAUSE IT’S WHAT SILVER NEEDED.

Everyone is a monster to someone.
Silver was his own monster. But now he has found his true villain.
I understand it.

For love.

This is my entry for @frenchybell‘s birthday and follower celebration challenge. My prompt was “What have I gotten myself into?” with Dean and Fluff and the GIF shown below. The prompt is shown in bold. I had a lot of fun writing this challenge piece. Happy Birthday :) Tags are below the cut, I used the tag lists from @mrswhozeewhatsis and the SPN Fanfic Pond. 

Summary: Reader is running from Dean because she has eaten his last slice of pie. When she gets caught (thanks to Sam)he gets revenge on her.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 527.


As you rushed through the halls of the bunker, running from your boyfriend, you were pushed to the ground when you suddenly stumbled into the tall frame of his brother exiting from the bathroom. Sat on the floor dazed from the fall, you looked up at Sam as he laughed at you sat on your backside, he leant down and offered you a hand, pulling you up. You heard footsteps running up the corridor behind you and you tried to pull away from Sam’s hand that still held onto you but Sam tightened his grip before pulling you into his arms, holding you until Dean turned the corner. Dean quickly grabbed you and lifted you over his shoulder, laughing and thanking Sam as he did so, he quickly carried you into his room, shutting the door behind him before lowering you gently to the floor.

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Excuse me while I get very sappy, because I can’t handle myself right now haha.

My Dating Newt Scamander Headcanons reached over 3,000 notes last night! That’s a really big deal, at least for me considering none of my writing has ever gotten actually over 2,000 notes until very recently. Hell, they usually never go over 300 notes. But, ever since I started writing for Newt, and seeing myself in his wonderful character, and having the opportunity to write for him, I’ve been blessed with a lot of notes on my writing, and a ton of new followers. I’m so happy to have all of you, I’m so glad that you like what I’m writing. I’m so happy that it’s something I love writing. 

I just want to thank you guys for reblogging and liking all my work. It really means a lot to be noticed like that, and to get so many compliments. You guys really mean a lot to me and you really support and inspire me to be the best writer I possibly can be.

There’s a lot more coming for Newt, Credence and a few more surprise characters. :) keep your eyes peeled.

RWBY Vol. 4 Ch. 11

TAKING CONTROL

– Cinder, you look exhausted hunny. What happened to your stamina when it came to fighting?

– I saw that exasperated eye roll! Be thankful Salem didn’t see it.

– “The last eye is blinded.” What does that mean?

– OH BURN. Tyrian’s worst nightmare came true. He disappointed his goddess. Saying that was worse than anything she could have done to him for punishment.

– Okay Tyrian is really really crazy. Cinder’s face: What have I gotten myself into?

– YAS!! Yang painting her new arm in her colours~ And she’s going to the motorbike!! She’s gonna get ready to leave…

– Aww Tai. “I just wanted a better good-bye than a letter.”

– Yeah Yang, where are you going? WHY DON’T YOU TELL– awe fucking hell. Okay fine, Rooster Teeth, don’t let us know right now ¬.¬ (I think she’s going to Mistral.)

– Oh Weiss is running away from home! I hope she makes it outta there.

– Fuck off Whitley. You don’t need Klein to do everything for you, ugh.

– “A daughter you stole!” Jaques is totally not bitter about his “thing” (a.k.a. his daughter) being “stolen away” huh? Typical control freak.

– Ironwood’s apparent lunacy?

– Winter’s been undercover in Mistral and Salem’s lot is starting to build things up much like what they did with Beacon.

– Woah there Ironwood. I’m with Jacques that you need to calm down juuuuuust a wee bit buddy.

– This time next week Atlas is closing its boarders?! Shit Weiss you gotta get outta there!!!

– Okay….maybe Ironwood isn’t as stable as we all thought.

– So Weiss is going to Mistral. I have a feeling we’re gonna have a team meet up next season! Oh the drama that’s going to happen when that does.

– Blake…

– Hearing Blake talk about Ruby, Weiss and Yang… I think there’s some dust in my eyes…

– Omg Sun…

– He’s got a point. “You can make your own choices, sure, but you don’t get to make ours.”

– “My hero.” Bawwwwww, that’s cute.

– LOL KALI WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Precious Mama!Belladonna I love her so much.

– Adam’s going to do a coups d'état and try to take over the White Fang? That’s probably why Hazel was sent to meet up with him and the current White Fang leader.

– And a full scale attack on Haven Academy!! It’s Beacon all over again D:

– “No. We’re not going to destroy the White Fang. We’re going to take it back.” OH SNAP YES. THIS IS WHAT I’VE WANTED. YES YES YES. BLAKE IS ON FIYAH!!!

– Oh good! Jaune, Ruby and Qrow are safe (for now).

– Omg no Ren. Don’t freeze now. No no no no no.

– Holy shit that thing is the thing of nightmares…


So it looks like everyone might be meeting up in Haven/Mistral next volume! But of course we still have one more episode to get through and shit can still hit the fan. I’m not ready guys. (Who am I kidding, I’m totally ready just hit me with your best shot Rooster Teeth.)

A Royal Mess

a/n: Not quite sure whether to continue this or not, considering that school is going to start up soon. but if i do, it may take a looooong while.

i’d also need a bit of help with ideas ^^;; so if you have any ideas or prompts on how to continue this fic, please please please send’em to me n v n;;

set during the episode Blood Moon Ball {but what else did you expect}

words: 1431 ; pairing: tomco/tomarco


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You can’t relate to my pain until you realize the person that you love could never love you back

The love you give is so easy
but they could never reciprocate
they make it so difficult just to give back what you already gave them.

Ironic
How it was You
That taught them
how to love
But
they mastered the craft
then
Shared their talent with someone else.

Having this heart in this generation is a special type of hell.

Thinking to myself why don’t I love myself
If loved me I wouldn’t love you
Because you make it seem
So easy
to cut me loose
Only to come back
when I’ve gotten
Over the thought of you.


Why you drag me along
Like I’m your little rag doll
Like I’m someone you could replace
Who else is deserving of my place
Between my legs is your resting place.

When you tired of the world
You come to me
Who else can give you that peace
Pieces of me
I leave in between your sheets.
Hoping my scent is your refuge
At night when you can’t sleep.
When you was down and out
I was the first on the scene
Spoke life into you
When them others
Just left you for dead
If you thinking
I’m anything less than
A blessing
Baby you delusional
In the head
Get it in your head
Any girl before me
Is a mistake
And if she’s after
Me she’s a downgrade
She loves you
But it’s only
Half as good
She write you poems
But they piss poor
Try not to think about it
can’t even fathom
You calling someone else yours
Gut feelings
And intuition
Told me
To leave you alone
But id come running
No questions
Anytime you
Hit my phone
The effects of loving
You
Is equivalent
To cancer cells
In the body
I gave you parts
Of me that
I would have never
Shared with anybody.
You think she gonna
Do what I do for you?
You think she’s gonna
Submit how I submitted to you?
How easy you
Are to forget
She couldn’t even commit to you.
You a sorry excuse
For a man but I can’t even blame you.
Your pops wasn’t even around
To raise you right and train you.
Does it make
You feel better at
Night that you
Played me
And all I gave you
Was honesty.
I guess this is alll
Just growing pains
That’s why I write
These poems
To numb the pain.
You preyed on
Me like a predator
You knew I was vulnerable
so you fed me lies,
Multiples times ,
And if that wasn’t enough
Your prophecy of fake hope
Topped it
You tried to break
The only girl who looked at you
And some saw shit.

Giving Tumblr a Little Break

Why in the actual fuck some asshole anon thinks it’s okay to go after me, is beyond my knowledge. I did absolutely NOTHING wrong and I’m getting total disrespectful, rude hate. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!

I’m honestly proud I beat my self harming problem, I’m glad that handful of sleeping pills didn’t kill me. I survived that shit for a reason. And it sure as hell wasn’t to sit here and receive hateful fucking bullshit.

Over the last month or so I have gotten so much hate and things in my inbox telling my to get off Tumblr or to kill myself. A lot of it I haven’t posted. My depression is “chronic” as the doctor says and even with my meds I cant deal with this kind of shit. I’m a fighter but I just need a break from this. Its all leading me down the same path as before when I tried some stupid shit and I really can’t deal with it right now. I don’t want to go down that road again.

Before anyone says anything, I’m not posting this for attention, or to start drama, I’m posting this for my followers who stay tuned to what I post, and for my friends I’ve made on here. For at least a month or two, I’m not going to be active. I have stuff on queue but other than that, I myself won’t be on here. So my account will still have things being posted to it until next Tuesday at 8pm (3/21/17). The app is being deleted from my phone and I’m logging out on my computer so I won’t have any notifications or access to Tumblr until I’m ready to come back.

Almost a year ago today I was struggling with self harm. My depression was going unattended for. It consumed my life day in and day out until I was alone one morning and couldn’t take it anymore. I got into my moms pills and grabbed a 50 milligram bottle of Trazodone, poured about seven to eight of them in my hand, and swallowed them. Hoping I wouldn’t wake up once I passed out from the sleeping medication. Looking back today I’m blessed to be here and I know it. But to prevent anything like that again I’m stepping back from my account(s) for awhile. Anytime I start to feel my depression worsening I do whatever I think is best to fix it, this is what’s best for right now.

I didn’t jump off the face of the Earth, or listen to that stupid anon(s) and end my life for those who would worry. That’s why I’m posting this. The hate is just too constant and I’m not able to take it all back to back like this like I have before in real life.

Thank you for those who’ve supported me this far, and all the friends I’ve made on here. After I go to sleep tonight the app will be off my phone, and I hope you all can understand. I’ll be back, I just need some time to work on my mind some more.

you: I DONT HAVE A SUGAR DADDY, IVE NEVER HAD A SUGAR DADDY. IF I WANTED SUGAR DADDY, YES I PROBABLY COULD GO OUT AND GET ONE, BECAUSE I AM WHAT? SICKENING! YOU COULD NEVER HAVE A SUGAR DADDY, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL. BABY EVERYTHING I HAVE, IVE WORKED FOR, AND GOTTEN MYSELF. I HAVE BUILT MYSELF FROM THE GROUND UP YOU FUCKING BITCH!

me, an intellectual: I haven’t the possession of a glucose father, in fact, I never have retained a fructose father. If I had the desire to be endowed with a lactose father, affirmative, I most likely have the ability to travel outward and seize one; as I am what? A person who creates illness! You never would have the ability to enjoy a galactose father because you are not that genre of adolescent female. Small developing human being, all that I own, I endeavoured to, and accomplished with the assistance of only me personally. I constructed myself from the solid surface of the earth in an upward direction you fuckening female dog!

thecopperriver  asked:

For what's real, questions 2, 5, and 9?

2: What scene did you first put down?

i almost always start from the beginning. it fuels my compulsions for everything to be in the right order. so, these first three lines:

“You have got to be kidding me,” Hux says into the endless darkness, because he has no other words, no further sentiment to share. This nonsense is utterly and absolutely impossible – and also terribly inconvenient. He will not stand for it.

The darkness says nothing in return.

Hux leaves it, for a time: there is no use arguing into the night with something that is not there.

5: What part was hardest to write?

three months ago, i would have said ‘the dickening’ – but i’m going to be real here, as it’s been a few months since i updated: this last part is giving me fucking hell. i think i have finally gotten myself over whatever roadblock i wrote myself into. honestly it involved putting in a scene before another scene i had written and, as i just said, i really don’t enjoy doing that. but – it was necessary. it had to happen. and since then, i’ve written a thousands words already. so. there’s that.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

there was the alternate version of: i wrote a chapter and never thought i’d continue it at all. i thought no one would love it as much as i did. i thought i wouldn’t continue to be so enamored with it. i thought it wouldn’t sit in the back of my thoughts like it does, dwelling in the sleepless darkness.

(i am sick. keep me company by asking me questions about fics!)

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raaawrbin’s comment inspired me
OKAY BUT WHAT IF TAKE is in recovery after the auction and he wakes up in the middle of the night and theres a present
its the tie
and a get well soon card
that has puppies on it

Update (kind of?)

Not sure if I’ve been less active on tumblr because I’m not writing as much (hardly at all) or if I’m not writing as much because I haven’t been as active on tumblr.  

Trying to slog through writing the climax of Shadowhand, which is the point I’ve been stuck for a while.  Worked through one of the plot holes I’d gotten myself into, so hopefully that will get me through this.  I’m kind of in a situation where my characters have been through so much hell that I’m not sure where to end the story because there won’t be a super happy ending, just a little bit better than what has been happening sort of ending.  I’m pretty organic, so I’m sure I’ll feel it when I get there.  Just have to trust myself.

Didn’t Think Ya Had It In Ya! Part 2

“What the hell was that?” Tig asked, looking over towards the table in the corner.

Chibs laughed, slapping him on the back. “Tiggy, (Y/N) is crazy about you! I don’t understand it myself, a nice sweet woman like her. I have it on good authority!”

Jax took a drink of his whiskey. “I didn’t know she could move like that…what the hell got into her?”

Opie let out a laugh, glancing over his shoulder. “I’d say several shots of Patron and the girls egging her on.”

“Wait….(Y/N) likes me?” Tig asked, glancing over at her.

XXX

You lay your head on the table, too much Patron had gotten to you, it was time to start to sober up, or you would never make it home. You had traded your shot glass in for a water bottle, the other three woman, were still downing shots like crazy.

They’d be staying at the club with their men for the night, you didn’t have that luxury. If you were too bad off, one of the prospects would drive you home. Sitting up, you Lean back on the chair, your head was throbbing from the music. Tig is staring at you, God your embarrassed now, thinking he’s horrified at what you did.

Deciding you need to go outside to get some fresh air, will help your throbbing head, you get up and stumble towards the door. Making it outside, you lean against the picnic table, clutching your water bottle, gulping in the cool night air.

Hearing the door open, you don’t bother to turn around, your among friends, your safe. Someone is pressed up against you, pulling, their arms pulling you against their chest.

Their hot breath against your ear. “How about you come inside, and give me a private dance.”

Smelling booze and weed, you whirl around, you don’t recognize the voice. Seeing it’s a Nomad, you gently push him away. “Sorry, it was a one time thing for Tig.”

“Come on baby, it’s your job to take care of us.” He started pulling at your shorts. The door swings open, Tig is standing there, glaring at the man.

“Let my woman go.” You stiffen at the sound of his voice. The Nomad, let’s you go, looking at Tig.

“Sorry man! I asked around, they said she didn’t belong to anyone.”

He grabbed him, throwing him against the wall. “She was hanging out with the VP’s old lady. She gave me that dance and kissed me. Know your facts, touch what’s mine again and I’ll kill you!”

He let go of the man, and he slithered back inside, you looked over at Tig. “Thank you, I’m not sure what I would have done…” Tig pulled you into his arms kissing you.

“Is it true? That you’re crazy about me?’

Smiling at him, you look at up him, feeling yourself blush. “I’m going to kill Kat!”

He laughed, kissing you again. “I really enjoyed my lap dance, I wouldn’t mind another one. Maybe a private one this time.”

“That could be arranged!” He picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder, carrying you inside the clubhouse. He didn’t stop until you were inside his dorm room kicking the door shut with his booted foot.

XXX

Kat was sitting on Chibs lap, watched in amazement as her best friend was carried through the club house. She laughed, shaking her head.

“What is it love?” Chibs asked.

“I really didn’t think she had it in her!”

i was unofficially tagged by @mexican-american-idiot haha thanks my dude

1. Are you named after someone? nope

2. When was the last time you cried? last night lol

3. Do you like your handwriting? only when i write neatly

4. What is your favourite lunch meat? turkey and chicken

5. Do you have kids? nope

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? hell yeah i love me

7. Do you use sarcasm? i have to physically stop myself sometimes

8. Do you still have your tonsils? yeah

9. Would you bungee jump? fuck no

10. What is your favourite kind of cereal? cocoa puffs! frosted mini wheats!

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? nope, theyre tied all the time

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? well ive gotten this far and im still alive so i guess

13. What is your favourite ice cream? literally anything chocolate

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? their face?

15. What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? lol i wont say what they are but it’s 5 things

16. What colour trousers and shoes are you wearing now? grey sweats and im not wearing shoes

17. What are you listening to right now? Goodness Gracious // Ellie Goulding *heart eyes*

18. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? tf idk

19. Favourite smell? my girlfriend’s perfume/body spray or whatever tf you call it lmao and milk and honey scented things

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? fuck idk i think my friend kyle, that fucker is always calling me

21. Favourite sport to watch? vollleyball just because i actually know the rules

22. Hair colour? brown

23. Eye colour? brown

24. Do you wear contacts? nope, i feel weird when i dont have my glasses on

25. Favorite food to eat? hot cheetos! enchiladas! chilaquiles!

26. Scary movies or comedy? both but i guess between these two i pick scary

27. Last movie you watched? Jenny’s Wedding, one of my faves

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? mostly black and it’s got a cat made up of galaxies if that makes sense?

29. Summer or winter? winter

30. Hugs or kisses? both! i need both!

31. What book are you currently reading? none right now but i have to read Raising Cain for a class

32. Who do you miss right now? my girlfriend, my brother, a couple friends

33. What is on your mouse pad? dont have one

34. What is the last TV program you watched? Supergirl is the last one i completely finished but im watching The Vampire Diaries right now and let me just say, Caroline has my heart

35. What is the best sound? my girlfriend’s voice, ellie goulding’s voice, tires on gravel, heels on a marble floor

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? never listened to either of them

37. What is the furthest you have ever travelled? i think Washington? or maybe mexico? idk i dont feel like doing the math

38. Do you have a special talent? im good at coloring inside the lines and putting things in alphabetical order

39. Where were you born? Los Angeles, California

i tag @oscvr-isaacs @thepastelfae @pacificwolves and idk who else to tag because i dont talk to anyone lmao

Me: *helps solve problem between two idiot classmates in math arguing over seating arrangements*
Fellow Classmates: * realize I am correct and ‘solve’ their problem*
Me: *decides to speak: “ See! Problem fixed!!!”
Classmates: *confused/irritated looks* Problem fixed?! … PROBLEM FIXED?!!!!! What the hell is a problem fixed? It’s problem solved!! SOLVED not FIXED!!!!!
Me: *facepalm* What have i gotten myself into?!!
  • Mom: Lose weight.
  • Mom: You'd be so much prettier if you would lose 40 pounds or so.
  • Mom: You really want to eat that?
  • Mom: You can't wear that.....You don't have the body for it.
  • Mom: If you think any of these boys in these bands you like will ever want you at the weight you are...think again. Guys that look like that like skinny girls. Prettier girls.
  • Mom: Your boyfriend is going to look at you in person and think holy hell what have I gotten myself into.
  • Mom: If you'd lose weight maybe you'd be more social.
  • Mom: STOP EATING
  • Mom: You should only wear dark colors sweetie. It makes you look less fat.
  • Me: *is depressed*
  • Me: *Antisocial*
  • Me: *cries all the time*
  • Me: *has anger problems*
  • Me: *self harms*
  • Mom: This is why everyone leaves. This is why no one wants to be around you. I don't know what makes you such a downer all the time but it needs to stop.

My goal in life is to travel to different countries with Calum. I feel like he would just be so relaxed and calm bc he’s with you and you’re his best friend in the whole world and now he gets to show you some of the places he’s been during tour. And at every city you stop at he’d have some weird crazy story about what the boys did on tour and you’d just sit there and listen and think like ‘what the hell have I gotten myself into’ but you’d love him so much and his entertaining stories just made everything better.

  • Me: *Wakes up* Ah what a beautiful day! Time to see what's new in the MikaYuu tag!
  • Me: *Gets on Tumblr and goes to the MikaYuu tag* Time to see cute fanarts and headcanons and...!
  • Me: *Sees angsty theories* .....
  • Me: You know, I just came out to have a good time... but honestly I feel so attacked right now.