why can't people see and understand how much this man loved children

anonymous asked:

about something you posted earlier--how do you know God is so... happy if we come to Him? Like it was so moving (I almost started crying in all honesty) but I can't comprehend God would have any positive emotion at all about my coming to him. I feel like I expect the "about time you showed up" response more than anything. Sorry if this message doesn't make sense or is ignorant. Thanks for all you do <3

Don’t be sorry. I know completely what you mean. I’ve had times where I feel like Jesus just tolerates me. But, I need to tell you. He ADORES you. The Bible, God’s-word, God-breathed, God-inspired is full of love letters and stories for us. For you. You.

I want you to read some of these and understand this it’s God, trying to communicate to you. So for a moment, it’s just for you. It’s you and Jesus. 

Luke 15:11-32. The Parable of the Lost Son. This child, comes back into his fathers home (into God’s presence) and his dad meets him and wraps his arms around him, kisses him, covers him in fine clothes, puts a ring on his finger and declares that a marvellous feast be held. When you come into God’s presence, He does the same thing. This story is about you. When you come to Jesus, he wraps His arms around you, He kisses you, He dresses you in fine silk and jewellery and He declares a feast be made in your honour. He is so happy to see you.

Zephaniah 3. This is a time in the Bible when Jerusalem was going crazy. It says they were “rebellious and defiled.” And God was sad for a while. He was disappointed and angry at them. But, God’s love is so unwavering, so powerful, so on fire that He could not be angry for long. Verse 17 says “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you; but will rejoice over you with singing.” He delights in you. When He thinks about you, He rejoices with singing. God, the King of all finds Himself singing when you enter His presence. You, dear child. 

Matthew 8. Now, back when Jesus was walking upon the face of the earth, having leprosy was pretty much the worst thing anyone could have. People hated you if you had leprosy. Shopkeepers wouldn’t serve you, people would avoid you, mothers would cover their children’s eyes. But Jesus, so full of love and compassion, reaches out His hand and touches this man with leprosy. I can imagine people in the background gasping at the sight. But Jesus just has so much love for His children that this is not a barrier. He loves you this much. When you walk into His presence, no matter what state you’re in, He is willing and He wants to spend time with you. 

Matthew 14:22-33. I love this one. So, all the disciples see Jesus walking on the water, and Peter wants to join Him. Jesus calls Peter out and he gets out of the boat to walk on the water with Jesus. But, Peter becomes afraid and begins to sink. Now, what does Jesus do. IMMEDIATELY, He reaches out His hand and catches Him. Then, He goes on to ask why he was afraid. But, I love this because Jesus doesn’t watch Peter start to sink and tell him “just don’t doubt, you’ll be fine.” Jesus doesn’t wait for Peter to drown, learn his lesson and then pull him up and tell him what he did wrong. No. The second that Peter asks for Jesus to save him, Jesus catches him. Straight away. He loves Peter so much. He loves you this much. His heart aches when you are in pain and the second that you ask Him to save you, He IMMEDIATELY reaches out His hand to catch you. 

Jesus died for you. Jesus died for you. Jesus DIED for you. An innocent man, who deserved only good things. He watched His friends betray and deny Him. He watched as they declared they did not know Him in front of accusers. He watched a guilty man go free as the public, screaming, decided that He was of less worth than a murderer. He suffered agony by the hands of Romans; from being spat on and having thorns pierce His temples, to having His flesh ripped and shredded until His bones began to glow red. He carried a heavy cross up a hill, collapsing underneath it. He then laid down on that cross and felt the sheer sting of 3 nails skewer His bones to keep Him in place. He was lifted, naked and bloody, on display for all. Friends and family. Even His own mother. For hours He struggled to attain every breath. And then He died. He died. He experienced all that because of His love for you. He went through all of that, because He desperately wants relationship with you. Do you think that He would experience so so much, because He only feels “meh” about you. No way! He went through all of that because he utterly ADORES you. He ADMIRES you. He CHERISHES you. HE DELIGHTS in you. He TREASURES you. He is up and down CRAZY for you. He loves you. So so so so so so much. SO MUCH! Child of God, when you enter His presence, He runs toward you and cheers because He would love to spend some time with You. He died because He finds so much joy in being with you. 

He does not tolerate you. He is not an ‘about time you showed up’ kind of God. He’s an ‘I’m so glad you came. I’m overjoyed. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much’ kind of God. And it’s for you. YOU. 

xx - c

anonymous asked:

I love the passion you put when you talk about Benedict C. So I would like to know 5 things you love about him (physically or his personality) take your time. Thanks!

Hello! This kind of ask is always so hard to answer! But also fun, so sit back and relax…it’s going to be a long one!

Personality: I have had a few celeb crushes throughout my years and none have ever stuck, quite like Bc and it’s because of his personality, his charisma. I have never seen a celebrity as real as Bc is. This dude can’t hide his dorkness to save his life and I love that. He’s not pretending to be goofy or nerdy, this man IS a legit dorkus malorkus. And he’s never ashamed of that. Sure he can pull it together to be suave and sophisticated when needed, and who doesn’t love that kind of ‘batch that swoons are made of, BUT he can’t hide his playfulness and his childlike wonderment for the world around him.

He’s photo bombed, he’s been moved to tears, his PDA with Sophie because he’s so proud to have his girl beside him is just so sweet!!, and if he’s outraged, you bet he’s going to have his say. This man manages to move about the world like nobody is watching him, even when all eyes are on him!! and that to me is amazing. He is always himself.

Regardless of what is happening in the world, Benedict always comes across as being grateful for being alive. I’m sure it has to do with his near death experiences that make him really live the life he’s always wanted. You can’t just throw the word privileged out there and say well he grew up privileged and so he had the upper hand in the world. I don’t agree with that. I know people who have had all the privilege and done nothing with it. I know of people who have had nothing and have accomplished so much. It all comes to how you see the world, and Bc knows there is bad in this world, he knows we as global citizens are in trouble, but he doesn’t let that stop him from living and working, and from lending a hand via monetary, personal items, vocal or his time, to support whatever charity causes he can so they can get things accomplished. That is the power of Benedict Cumberbatch. He just cares and he is always trying to be the best human being he can. I don’t practice that a lot in my own life, but watching Bc and supporting him, it gives me so much encouragement to keep living and to keep striving to be the best person I can be and to always stay true to myself.

His Work Ethic: I think if anything is synonymous with the name Benedict Cumberbatch, it’s gotta be his work ethic. The man never seems to take a break! He goes from one job to the next and he still manages to fit in time with this family. But most importantly he builds up rapport with everybody he works with. The Collective have never heard a bad word from anybody that has worked with Bc. His costars seem to grow to love him and I mean how can ya not…just read above and try not be Cumberbatched! To me, Bc doesn’t just see this as a job, as a career that he’s in to make money. He loves  to act, he loves to research and learn all about what and whom he is playing. He doesn’t just put on the Belstaff coat and bam! Hes Sherlock, he doesn’t just put on the Cloak and bam! He’s Doctor Strange, he didn’t just do Smaug’s voice in a recording booth and call it a day. He actually got on the ground and became Smaug, he used his entire body to create that voice.

When Benedict uses his entire body to make the characters come to life it is just amazing. Listening to Cabin Pressure, he is Martin Crieff!! You can’t see him but just hearing him as Martin and imagining that he is the hapless but well meaning young pilot who’s always getting the short end of the stick and being bested by Douglass. It’s more than just the pitch of the voice or the accent, it’s more than just the costume he puts on. You HEAR it, you SEE it through his eyes, his hands, his facial expressions. Using all of the body’s movements and senses, that is the Cumberbatch way! Because he takes becoming these characters very seriously, he works damn hard at creating this world of fiction to come alive. Even more so when he is playing somebody who existed in real life, like Alan Turing and Billy Bulger.

Anybody can act. You just walk in, learn the script and repeat the words, right? Well not if yer Benedict Cumberbatch. That man will walk in, learn the script, ask questions, repeat the words and floor everybody in the room, because he gets right into the heart of what the character is feeling and thinking. He made me fall in love and sympathize with his Richard iii, he made me cry when lil Charles was getting berated by his mother, he made scream in pain at stephen’s first look at his damaged hands and he made me wish I could hug and comfort his Alan, at the thought of him losing his Christopher. So yes anybody can act, and anybody can work at acting, but you have to be Benedict Cumberbatch to be able to pull it off, flawlessly!

His love for Sophie: We all know that Bc is such a romantic. He learned it from watching his own father adore his mother. Bc made it known early on that what he wanted more than a successful career was to have his own family. To be married and be a father. To add children to enhance his already growing and rich life. He finally found that with Sophie Hunter and nothing in this world makes me happier, than to see Benedict with Sophie. You cannot deny that the boy has it BAD for that girl and that is why he put a ring on it and started banging out (pun intended LOL) Cumberbabies with her!!

You cannot tell me that when Bc floated down that red carpet with Sophie during the Oscars 2015, it was only because he was excited he was nominated for Best Actor. NOPE. That man floated because he was carrying sunshine wherever he went and that was because not only was he was being recognized for his work, but mama was carrying precious cargo in her belly. Of course Benedict’s work makes him happy, but the life he created with Sophie, the children they have, is what keeps that sweet man going because it’s all he’s ever wanted and I’m so glad and grateful to Sophie for keeping our boy full of sunshine that it radiates from his entire body and it affects us all in the most beautiful ways. He and Sophie make relationship goals more than just a hashtag. They make it a must for all that believe that true love is real and available to all those who seek it :)

His Face: The eyes. Those lips. That hair. And the cheekbones you could cut yourself on! sighhhh I don’t have fancy words to describe Bc’s face. All I know is that when I look at his face, the words ugly, weird, alien, otter or sloth never come to mind. I see beauty in it’s most perfect form. 

The Bc during Sherlock s1 was so young and fresh and pretty but as the years went by, the young and fresh went to dramatic and breathtaking to older and wiser and to tired with stories to tell. Benedict is an age chameleon. In his middle 30s he could look in his early 20s. Now in his early 40s he can easily look as if he was in his late 20s! He can make Sherlock look like he’s been through hell and back, (not to mention the sexiest fucked up of a mess that shezza can be) and he can make Sherlock look at peace and happy like that little pirate he once was before his innocence was drowned. 

Bc can go from model ready for the cover of vanity fair, to hipster hanging out with friends, or to dad on casual day at the office. He is the man with a thousand looks and faces and all of them are beautiful and real. Bring on the age because I can’t wait to see how much more this man will drive us wild when he’s in his 60s!

His Humanity: All the things that I mentioned above, would not be possible if it wasn’t for Benedict’s humanity. He thinks and applies being altruistic in all that he does. He cares about his fans, he cares about the world, he cares about speaking out for those who don’t have a voice. His humanity is what generates through him to project and promote, togetherness, love and understanding. His humanity is what makes him the most attractive human being on this earth.

To be a member of the CumberCollective is something special. I don’t always follow the right path and I shoot my mouth off way too much,( I can’t help it, it’s who I am lol)  but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about my fellow human beings. It’s hard for somebody like me to care for people when people have been shitty to me my entire life, but Benedict makes me want remain on this planet and to be a member of this group of fans that are better than me, that can show me the way to try to be a better human being. I fail so much at that, but having friends in this fandom that practice that and get it right on a daily basis (like @elennemigo  and @sobeautifullyobsessed ) seeing Benedict interact with his fans at events or even on the street, these things matter to me and it helps me to see that the end of the day, even somebody like me, just might be…human :)

Thanks for stopping by!

Heavenly Commentary: Deathly Hallows Pt1
  • Sirius: I can't believe he broke the mirror.
  • James: Didn't really need it, did he?
  • Sirius: Still. I liked that mirror.
  • ***
  • Lily: That's a nice little tribute.
  • Albus: Yes. Elphias always was a generous man. Although Rita Skeeters is far more thrilling.
  • James: Harry thinks otherwise.
  • Albus: He will learn the truth. That no one is without regret. Rita Skeeter was surprisingly quick.
  • Cedric: Even dead we can't get rid of her.
  • ***
  • James: I never thought I'd see Harry trying so hard to save these people. After everything they’ve done to him.
  • Lily: Our son is better than us both.
  • ***
  • James: That was downright emotional for Dudley.
  • Albus: I imagine that he is beginning to see through the veil of his youth. One’s parents are not always correct.
  • ***
  • James: The guard is all here.
  • Lily: Obviously. Oh yeah. How was Moony’s wedding?
  • Sirius: Simple. You know him. Not an extravagant bone in his body.
  • James: I'm betting Tonks got an extravagant bon-OW!
  • Lily: Shut up!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Seven Harry Potters fly out of a house. What does Voldemort do?
  • Albus: He will assume they will give the real Harry to Alastor. As he is the strongest wizard present. He is unable to understand that strength is not the factor here.
  • Sirius: I don't understand. Who is taking Harry?
  • Albus: Hagrid of course. There is no one there who loves Harry quite like Hagrid.
  • ***
  • James: Even dead you're right.
  • Albus: It appears not all habits die hard.
  • ***
  • Lily: I have a bad feeling. Nothing is ever this easy.
  • James: Oh shit. No!
  • Hedwig: Hoot hoot.
  • Cedric: Trust me. I know.
  • ***
  • James: I thought he was going to die.
  • Lily: How did Harry do that? He didn't look in any shape to defend himself.
  • Albus: I have my theories. But imagine the suspense if I choose not to share them.
  • Sirius: I never said this when we were alive but, you're a dick.
  • Alastor: I said that constantly.
  • Albus: Old friend! It's terrible to see you here. Welcome to the party.
  • Alastor: Where are we?
  • Albus: The next great adventure. Your appearance is rather disconcerting with two normal eyes.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor George.
  • James: Everyone is going crazy. They've been betrayed.
  • Sirius: And of course Snape cursed his ear off. Part of the plan Albus?
  • Albus: Let's find out.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Grieve later fools. Fight the war now.
  • Cedric: Constant vigilance?
  • Alastor: Exactly.
  • ***
  • James: Remus says Harry is like me and yet he makes it sound like an insult.
  • Lily: Because it was. Something is broken inside of him.
  • ***
  • Sirius: They've done all this?
  • James: They're children going to war. What do you expect?
  • ***
  • Lily: That had the feeling of a kiss goodbye.
  • Alastor: Smart girl.
  • ***
  • James: Happy birthday harry.
  • Lily: He's all grown up now.
  • James: But he's still our boy.
  • ***
  • Sirius: You left them stuff?
  • Albus: But of course. A few trinkets I hope will be of use. Oh Rufus. If only you put this energy into helping me.
  • ***
  • James: The Snitch he swallowed. Damn it but that's genius.
  • Albus: Thank you.
  • Lily: “I open at the close”?
  • Albus: I have always appreciated a healthy use of theatricality.
  • ***
  • Lily: Of course Luna would recognise him. I really do adore that girl.
  • ***
  • James: Do you remember our wedding?
  • Lily: I'll never forget it.
  • James: I wish we could have had something like this. Not the rushed one we had.
  • Lily: It was perfect and I'll never think otherwise.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah fate. It is always nice to know when one is on the right path.
  • Sirius: ...ok?
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh...Albus is this tr-
  • Alastor: Enough.
  • Cedric: But Prof-
  • Alastor: Enough! There are bigger problems right now.
  • James: The Ministry has fallen.
  • Cedric: Then it's over.
  • Albus: No Mr Diggory. Now it begins.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Excellent Miss Granger. She's prepared.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why are they being so nice?
  • Sirius: It’s not actually mercy if they can't actually kill them.
  • ***
  • Albus: Charming, Alastor. But those would not stop Severus. Given his innocence they wouldn't need to.
  • Alastor: What?
  • Cedric: I'll fill you in.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • James: Oh man, do you remember that picture?
  • Sirius: Last day of our first year. We were children.
  • James: But not for very long
  • ***
  • Lily: I remember that letter. What happened to the rest of it?
  • James: Probably Snape. Greasy bastard.
  • Albus: ...
  • Sirius: Just because he's on a secret mission to save the world doesn't mean he can't be a bastard.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Regulus, oh God. You did...why didn't you tell me?
  • James: Like Hermione said. He was trying to protect you
  • Albus: Did you find your younger brother Mr Black?
  • Sirius: No.
  • Albus: Wherever he is, I honour him. I would never have been able to drink that potion alone.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh Remus...no.
  • James: Why would he...
  • Lily: Har- oh no.
  • Sirius: Moony...
  • James: You did good Harry. You did the right thing.
  • ***
  • James: No. No!
  • ***
  • Alastor: Fools! Do they think these kids are going to school?
  • Sirius: They don't think. Wow, Kreacher looks...happy.
  • Cedric: I guess that's what happens when you're treated with common decency.
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you think they're ready?
  • Alastor: As ready as they'll ever be.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Don't ask a teenage boy what he was doing in the bathroom, Hermione. You may not like the answer.
  • Lily: I swear I will hit you.
  • ***
  • Albus: Let the games begin.
  • ***
  • Lily: Those are muggle bodies. I think I'm going to be sick.
  • ***
  • James: That's why he was so eager to get to work. His wife is on trial.
  • Lily: It’s not a trial. It's a sentencing.
  • ***
  • Lily: Holy shit. It's her!
  • Cedric: Why can't they just take the locket and run?
  • James: Because they don't know if she still has it. And stealth is still needed.
  • Albus: Also because that man is the Minister himself.
  • ***
  • Alastor: I think I preferred it when Crouch Jnr had it.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Mr Weasley is terrifying.
  • James: I think Harry agrees.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well so much for stealth!
  • James: Don't look at me like that! He's your son too!
  • Sirius: They might actually make it out.
  • Lily: Crap! Yaxley has them! He's seen Grimmauld Place!
  • Cedric: So where are we now?
  • ***
  • Lily: Ron must be really afraid if he's stopped saying “Voldemort”.
  • Albus: Perhaps not the most foolish of precautions.
  • ***
  • Alastor: You know why he's after Gregorovitch, don't you Albus.
  • Albus: I do. I'm curious to see if it will work.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Not a Christian but I appreciate the effort Potter.
  • ***
  • James: Ron isn't holding up too well.
  • Alastor: Some people aren't cut out for field work.
  • ***
  • Lily: The sword...?
  • Albus: Indeed.
  • James: So where is it?
  • Albus: Therein lies the question.
  • ***
  • Lily: He left...
  • James: I can't believe it. He's gone...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's it then. He can't find them. He's really gone.
  • Albus: Perhaps.
  • ***
  • James: He doesn't care about the sword. He wants to go home.
  • Lily: Back to where it all started.
  • ***
  • James: Welcome home Lily.
  • Lily: I never thought th- they built us a statue?
  • James: Damn right they did.
  • Sirius: Where’s my statue? Bastards.
  • James: Why would they build you one idiot? You helped kill us. Remember?
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought Dumbledore would be here to see his family’s graves. But I'm guessing he's actually with them now so never mind.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's crying...
  • James: So are we...
  • ***
  • James: Do you think they would've gone to all this trouble if Voldemort hadn’t been defeated?
  • Lily: Of course not. We'd have been just three more victims.
  • ***
  • James: Something isn't right. Bathilda was the sharpest woman I've ever met.
  • Lily: And now she looks...dead.
  • Albus: That would be because she is indeed deceased.
  • Sirius: How could you know that?
  • Albus: I just came from visiting her.
  • Cedric: Then who is that?
  • Alastor: What, not who. And that is Bait.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Holy fucking shit!
  • James: Run Harry!
  • Lily: Hermione! That was close. What's wrong with him?
  • Albus: I believe he is trapped inside the memories of Voldemort. The memories associated with the last time he stood there.
  • Lily: Oh...
  • ***
  • James: Grindelwald?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you have anything to say?
  • Albus: Keep watching.
  • ***
  • James: Is that a...
  • Lily: Snape. That's his patronus.
  • Cedric: How do you know?
  • Lily: Because that's mine.
  • ***
  • Lily: Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off.
  • James: Dammit Harry.
  • Cedric: This can't end well.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I take that back!
  • Sirius: About damn time Ron!
  • ***
  • Lily: Family.
  • ***
  • James: This is genuinely hilarious.
  • Cedric: Hermione is a badass.
  • Lily: So cute. They're all back together.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah boys. I wish I was there to help. But alas I am not.
  • ***
  • Alastor: More breadcrumbs Albus? If you trust Severus so much why didn't you just give him a letter to send to them?
  • Albus: Old friend, in this matter, the journey is far more important than the goal itself.
  • ***
  • James: The Deathly Hallows?
  • Lily: What are they?
  • Sirius: A children's story.
  • Albus: I think you'll find, Mr Black, that most children's stories are based on truth.
  • ***
  • Alastor: They should never have come here!
  • Cedric: They took his daughter! He had no choice.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Albus...are the Hallows real?
  • Albus: They are.
  • Sirius: How do you know? How can you be sure?
  • Albus: Because I've held them all.
  • ***
  • Lily: I really hope you haven't just split them apart again.
  • Albus: They are behaving as I expected them to.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh it’s good to hear them again.
  • Sirius: Keep the faith.
  • James: NO! Ah Harry don't use the name.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Stay calm. Stick to your story.
  • Cedric: Too late. They've been found out.
  • James: They're taking him to Voldemort.
  • Lily: I think Harry is with him already.
  • ***
  • Albus: Poor Draco. I tried to help him.
  • Sirius: No you did the bare minimum. If you really tried to help him then we wouldn't be watching this.
  • Albus: I do believe you're right. But necessity demanded.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. They're going to torture her.
  • ***
  • James: The mirror?
  • Sirius: What use is that going to be?
  • ***
  • Sirius: Pettigrew! You treacherous bastard!
  • James: Wait! What? No!
  • Lily: ...he's dead. What just happened.
  • Albus: Love. Mercy. Forgiveness. Things such as these can forge terribly great magic. Harry spared Pettigrews life and created a debt. Peter's hand, a construct of pure magic, just repaid it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's not here.
  • James: I don't think he wanted to meet the two people he betrayed and the one he blackmailed.
  • Sirius: He's gotten smarter. But I think I'll hunt him down.
  • ***
  • Albus: Oh my...
  • Lily: He's coming! You have to go!
  • James: Woah that was close! DOBBY! Excellent timing!
  • Cedric: Shell Cottage. Nice na- oh no. Don't...
  • Dobby: Master Dumbledore sir. What has happened?
  • James: Dobby. We are Harry Potters parents. We've been watching you help our son for five years. You've been so noble. So brave.
  • Lily: We want you to know, we love you so much Dobby. And you will always be with friends here.
  • Dobby: Kind Miss has Harry Potters eyes.
  • ***
  • Dobby: Such kind words from Sirs and Misses. And Harry Potter is sad.
  • Lily: Of course he is sad. He loved you more than we do. He is your friend.
  • ***
  • James: I don't understand what's going on.
  • Lily: Me neither.
  • Alastor: Then why don't you both shut up and listen to your son explain it all?
  • ***
  • Albus: Harry. You amazing young man. I'm proud of you my boy.
  • James: You had the Elder Wand? You took it from Grindelwald?
  • Albus: I did.
  • Lily: And why not give it to Harry?
  • Albus: You must pay closer attention Mrs Potter.
  • ***
  • Cedric: So we're planning again. But this time to break into Gringotts.
  • James: Should be fun. Did Godric really steal the sword?
  • Albus: It’s quite possible. No human account would ever admit to it. And who's to say the goblin history isn't biased either.
  • Lily: You were a teacher right?
  • ***
  • James: You're back. Moony has a son.
  • Sirius: Well I’ll be dammed. Good for you mate.
  • Lily: He looks so happy.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Weasley. As subtle as ever.
  • Cedric: Hermione is the only one who appreciates subtlety. The other two prefer a wand to the face.
  • ***
  • Albus: Once more unto the breach
  • ***
  • James: I recognise his voice.
  • Lily: Travers is the one who almost killed me. And then you dropped your wand and beat him half to death.
  • Sirius: Potter, your laziness is biting your son in the arse. “Half to death” finish the job!
  • ***
  • Lily: He just used the Imperius Curse...
  • James: It was necessary.
  • Alastor: Be grateful he's managed to avoid killing anyone. What was your bodycount?
  • Lily: More than zero.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit! This is the ministry all over again.
  • James: Onwards. Get the Horcrux.
  • ***
  • Lily: They’ve got i- GODDAMMIT GRIPHOOK!
  • Alastor: They should have never trusted the goblin!
  • James: They had no choice! Time to go son!
  • ***
  • Cedric: They did it. They got the cup.
  • Sirius: Lost the sword.
  • Albus: They did well. But now Tom Riddle will know what they are hunting.
  • James: He already knows. Now what?
  • Lily: To Hogwarts.
  • Dobby: Once again Harry Potter frees a poor and hurt creature. He is truly great.
  • Albus: You are correct Dobby. He really is.
  • ***
  • James: They're in trouble!
  • Sirius: They need to-
  • Albus: Brother.
  • ***
  • Lily: Your brother isn't being helpful.
  • Albus: He's worrying more about their safety than their success. He's a better man than I ever was.
  • ***
  • James: Oh...
  • Lily: Albus...oh Albus I'm so sorry.
  • Albus: I should introduce you to my family. They would like you. But that may have to wait. I believe we are about to go home.
  • ***
  • Alastor: The war came to Hogwarts.
  • Albus: And here it will end. Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
  • ***
  • James: Use them Harry. You need the help
  • ***
  • Sirius: Why would you step out from the cloak?
  • James: He can handle Alecto.
  • Lily: So can Luna.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh good. He's used Cruciatus.
  • James: Let's just hope he doesn't need to use the last one.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Oh great. This dick.
  • James: Oh man! Look at Minnie go! Kick his ass!
  • Lily: They're on the same side!
  • Sirius: So?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I wish I was there. One last battle.
  • James: Me too Padfoot.
  • Sirius: Although...maybe not at this very moment.
  • Lily: This is so awkward. Jeez Fleur, really?
  • ***
  • Lily: Aww they made up.
  • Alastor: Just in time to die.
  • James: Death did not make you any cheerier did it?
  • ***
  • Cedric: See I’m impressed by the visual. But the fact that it’s always Slytherin versus the other three, seems to highlight a major problem in this school.
  • Albus: I agree Mr Diggory. A simple idea that has such permanent consequences.
  • ***
  • James: In the middle of a battle and he forgets what he's doing.
  • Lily: Has your attention span.
  • James: Why is it that every bad thing comes from me?
  • ***
  • Albus: The Grey Lady. Harry you marvelous young man.
  • Dobby: Ghost Miss Ravenclaw has always been kind to me.
  • Albus: Ah of course! Before he met with me. In case I escorted him out.
  • James: But where did he hide it?
  • Albus: I do not know. But I believe Harry does.
  • ***
  • Lily: Even now he is loyal to you.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Chamber of Secrets? Hell of a romantic date Ron.
  • Albus: Aaahh of course. These children are magnificent.
  • ***
  • Lily: It’s about damn time!
  • James: They're really going at it.
  • Alastor: Timing. Idiots.
  • ***
  • James: Sirius is following Tonks. Cedric and Alastor have gone to see other people.
  • Lily: I guess it's just us then.
  • Albus: Fitting in a way.
  • Dobby: Yes sir.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • Lily: These three again?
  • James: When are old school enemies not welcome?
  • ***
  • James: He just tried to kill Hermione...
  • Lily: Were we like this?
  • James: Probably.
  • ***
  • James: Fucking fiendfyre! You crazy bastard!
  • ***
  • Lily: We would never have tried to save them.
  • James: Speak for yourself. I saved Snape remember.
  • Lily: Oh shut up. They destroyed another Horcrux
  • ***
  • James: Oh no...
  • Lily: Hello Fred.
  • Fred: Blimey. You're the Potters! Professor Dumbledore! Oh hell!
  • James: Yes Fred you are dead. But if it makes you feel better, you can call me Prongs.
  • Fred: But my pare- YOU'RE JOKING!
  • Sirius: No he's not. I'm Padfoot. And this is Moony, who literally can’t duel to save his life.
  • Remus: I’d say it's good to see you Fred bu...James? Lily?
  • James: It’s good to see you old friend.
  • ***
  • Remus: It’s been years.
  • Lily: For you. Where’s Tonks?
  • Remus: Dolohov killed her after he did me. When Padfoot collected us she went to see Teddy.
  • ***
  • James: Let's go end this.
  • ***
  • Fred: This is chaos.
  • Alastor: This is war!
  • Fred: Mad Eye! You’re al- oh yeah I'm dead.
  • Sirius: You get used to it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit Hagrid!
  • Remus: Wonderful. Giants.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry. You can do this.
  • Lily: Luna! Bless your soul.
  • ***
  • Remus: I'm not sure how I feel about Voldemort using this place.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. Snape, run!
  • James: Too late.
  • Remus: What is he doing?
  • Albus: That's a memory.
  • Severus: Albus? Where are w- Lily??
  • Sirius: You sonofa-
  • James: Motherf-
  • Lily: QUIET! No one says a word until we see that memory.
  • Albus: If I may-
  • Lily: Not a word! You have both played with my sons life as if he were a piece in a game! No one has the right to talk until we see that memory!
  • ***
  • Lily: You bullied my son. And his friends. You went out of your way to torture and torment them. But you also risked your life for my son, every day for the last three years.I do not forgive you, but you can stay. For now.
  • Sirius: Wait what?
  • James: You heard her. But I swear, you pine after my wife even once and I'll punch you in the face.
  • Severus: I won't be here long. I want to see how it ends. After that, I will leave.
  • ***
  • Severus: It’s good to see you Lily.
  • Fred: He says after we just watched a montage based on sixteen years of his love for her.
  • Remus: Fred, shut up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought you'd be more disturbed about Harry having to die.
  • Lily: I...
  • James: Don't think for a second that we aren’t being destroyed inside. But there is no choice. Our son has t-...
  • Lily: To defeat Voldemort, our son has to die. And we'll be here to greet him.
  • ***
  • James: He told Neville. About the snake.
  • Lily: Oh. It's Ginny.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The Snitch?
  • Albus: Excellent Harry. I imagine you four should get ready.
  • James: Ready for what?
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Stone! Harry was right!
  • Fred: What the hell is that thing?
  • Albus: Old and powerful magic.
  • ***
  • Lily: He dropped it!
  • James: Harry NO!
  • Lily: Wh-what just happened? Why did Voldemort fall?
  • Severus: What did you do this time you mad old man?
  • Albus: My greatest work! My masterpiece! Engineered from beyond the grave!
  • Lily: Stop patting yourself on the back Dumbledore and tell me what happened to my son!!
  • Albus: Lily! James! Harry is alive! Now, let’s see if this works.
  • James: What? What are you muttering? What-WHERE DID HE GO?
  • ***(Due to Tumblr limits, the rest is under part 2)
The Lying Detective/Scheria

We focus on Sherlock, of course we do, because he’s the hero and because he’s interesting and unpredictable and always this close to falling apart in some way that, we know, will be catastrophic for everyone. So we look at him hallucinating a childhood long past and we marvel at him being all soft with this woman he doesn’t remember and we listen to him shouting Shakespearean verses with a gun in his hand and we look, most of all, at how the world literally revolves around him, turning and spinning on its axis until Sherlock decides he’s human, after all, and finally goes to sleep like the curly-haired, tantrum-prone toddler he is.

But the story, we know, is really about John, because this is normally his story: he’s the narrator, and he’s the one who helps us to make sense of this world of mirrors and weird crimes we’ve stepped into. And we know precisely how much we owe him, because without him, nothing makes any sense (look at TAB) - which is why the tragedy of Mary’s death is tragic not only for the very real, tangible loss John experienced, but for this other thing he lost: his wish to tell stories (his wish, in the end, to be himself).

I called this meta Scheria because John is not the first character to face this particular challenge. When Odysseus comes to Nausicaa’s island, Scheria, he’s been through ten years of war and ten years of weirdness, cannibalism and mindfucking. Nausicaa finds him alone and naked, because that’s who our character is, at that point: not a warrior, not a king, not a pirate; not the commander of a ship, and not even someone who has a wife and a father and a son and friends in distant lands. No, after so many years of blood and loss, Odysseus has finally become the fabric of his own lies: he is No One. If he’d been shipwrecked on Ithaca instead of Scheria, he certainly wouldn’t have had the strength to reclaim his throne, or the confidence to attempt it. But, luckily for him, Scheria is not an island of monsters. Nausicaa may be a ‘burner of ships’, as her name implies, but the world she welcomes Odysseus into will put him back together, because in Scheria, thousands of years before Freud sat down and decided talking out loud was a kind of therapy, Odysseus is invited to tell his story, and it is because he tells his story that this nameless castaway becomes himself again. As he talks - and he talks a lot, by the way: his tale is a long as a professional poet’s, and full of monsters and beauty and sex - Odysseus seems to become the person he was when he first left for Troy. A strong, dangerously smart king who’s not afraid to fight for what’s his and loves his wife more than anything.

(I’ll stop here because it seems decent, but I literally wrote papers about this stuff and I could talk all day about The Odyssey, so if you’re interested send me an ask.)

Now, John is going through a similar thing at the beginning of TLD: he’s shipwrecked and alone, completely separated from the people who used to give meaning to his life and define his place in the world. His wife is dead, he can’t be a father to Rosie, he has no friends he can be open with (nobody, after all, seems to even know he’s seeing a therapist) and, most of all, he’s completely cut Sherlock out of his life. 

But if this is the episode John is completely broken, it’s also the episode he fights to get back to his own Ithaca.

Personally, I saw the beginning of his journey back home in his endearing mix-up of the words ‘acceptable’ and ‘understandable’ in the very first minutes of the episode. We often forget about it, but this very factual and no-nonsense army doctor is, first and foremost, a writer. He doesn’t chronicle Sherlock’s cases: he writes fiction about it, so much so we know sometimes Sherlock grumbles about the changes and deviations form reality. And when you write fiction, well - you can’t write what you don’t understand, so everything becomes understandable - from death to grief to acts of extreme cruelty. When you write, you step inside the head of your characters, which is why, perhaps, John simply gets Sherlock in a way no one else really does: not only because he loves Sherlock, but because he actively becomes Sherlock as he fleshes out character!Sherlock on the pages of his blog. But when John’s caught in the worst tragedy of his life, suddenly he doesn’t want to be a writer any longer (he can’t). We know he neglects his blog, rejects, perhaps, both his relationship with Sherlock and this aspect of himself - his writer self, the man who could justify and explain away everything that ever happens - put it into prose and be done with it.

(I know that’s certainly how I feel when I grieve for someone I’ve lost.)

So, to me, his outburst to his therapist really spoke volumes about his mental and emotional health.

“Why does everything have to be understandable? Why can’t some things be unacceptable and we just say that?”

Because, John, that’s not how fiction works. 

In fiction, everything must be understandable - to the writer, if not the readers. And the fact John doesn’t seem to get it - that he doesn’t get the difference between two very different words of the English language, despite being highly educated and a writer - really shows how profound his dissociation is right now - an issue that is made apparent by having Mary at his side, of course, but also manifests itself in more subtle ways. John was not simply a husband, and Sherlock’s best friend. Writing is an important part of who he is, and it is also, I think, something Sherlock is trying to give back to him by begging John to accompany him on his Smith case.

(“I would be lost without my blogger.”)

And Sherlock, as usual, was right, because it’s precisely when his role as a writer is openly challenged that John starts to fight back. Of course, John starts his path back to himself when he has to admit he still cares about Sherlock - when he leaves Sherlock out of the boot of the car and into the sacred place of a therapy session - but until they arrive at the hospital and Nurse Cornish questions his role at Sherlock’s side (“Are you involved much? I love his blog, don’t you?”), John was listless at best - a sort of Okay, so Sherlock’s dying too - great news, because what can I do about it I am a mess everything I touch dies and someone make it STOP - but after that, he starts to realize his old self was worthwile, and he starts to actively reclaim it. Look at him in that room full of children: before Smith took over and made it creepy, that scene was about John rediscovering himself. Faced with people who neither really know who he is, or even care about him and his role at Sherlock’s side, John suddenly fights back by doing what he does best: turning Sherlock’s fast-as-lightning thought process and disconnected sentences into stories people can enjoy. Stories that make Sherlock get more cases, sure, but, mostly, stories that help people smile and cry and yell out loud; stories that make sense of the disorderly and chaotic and brutal world we all live in.

Sherlock catches that, of course, and understands how important it is: his only real smile this episode blossomed right there - when I’m no good to anyone, leave me the hell alone John Watson stands up a bit straighter and looks a killer in the eye and tells him, “No one’s untouchable”. This is John caring again - this is John forgetting, if only for a split second, about the current black mess his life has turned into and being himself instead; accepting that the person he is still has value, despite his wife’s death.

(God, I wish I could gif - look at this beauty - at Smith completely lost in his own narcissistic trip - at how angry John is, how he just blurts out the words without even thinking - at how Sherlock snaps out of whatever thought he was chasing and looks up at him and smiles - someone kill me right now.)

So, well, I’m not worried. Whatever happens next, John will be okay.

[As ever - thank you for reading. The second part of this meta, the Johnlock part, will be up tomorrow.]

anonymous asked:

I don't think I can do this anymore. Life is so very pointless. I don't know what I should do to stay. I can't imagine my future, the past destroys my hopes and the present is completely shattered. What are the reasons I should live? I don't think anyone could possibly love me. It's impossible. I mean, I have no friends whatsoever. Even my parents ignore me. I mean, I understand they've got their own lives to live. But why the hell did they bring me in this toxic world. Why? Why? Why?

Okay. You are empty. Everything feels like nothing. The sun doesn’t even seem to touch your skin anymore, right? You aren’t sure if you’re even awake most of the time. You are ash. And I know sometimes it hurts to be that way, but this is where it all begins I think. Any sort of emptiness is a perfect excuse to fill that void with anything in the universe. I was empty for quite some time and I taught myself how to love it. What pulls at you? Even the tiniest sort of pulling? Keep a list of these things and dive into them when you feel low or when you feel high or when you are anywhere in between. Whether it’s hiking or video games or a new class or a new religion or a vacation or becoming a new person; these will help you. I think when we feel so unloved and unwanted we need to push ourselves to become something. You learn that you are the one who is going to love you most in this world. You are the one who is going to pick you up when you are down. I know it is much easier to love yourself when many others do, but to love yourself when you feel that no one does (and I hope you know this isn’t true, that no one loves you) that is true strength, and you can do it. I think you should tell your parents how you feel. I’m sure they just don’t understand. People get caught up in their own lives very easily and quickly. Sometimes we need to bring them back and remind them that there are others around. Also, it’s okay to not have friends. You can still do many things on your own. When I’m feeling lonely I go on walks around the city and I talk to strangers. My favorite stranger (who I guess is no longer a stranger) is the cross guard for the children on the street next to my school. He tells silly jokes and he says hello to everyone but many people just keep walking. Do you ever see people like that? If you do, stay a little while. I ended up chatting with this sweet old man for an hour and now I visit him and we email back and forth. Strangers don’t need to stay strangers. They become friends. When I felt unloved, I learned that the way to make the pain fall away was to give. You always have love to give. Always. Go on adventures on your own. Make lists of the things that make you feel alive so when you are sad you remember and then you go do them. For me it’s running down the middle of a creek or finding a tree that I can lay in or writing sweet things and taping them around the city or being extra kind to strangers. So now that you are ash in this moment, you know what you must do next? Grow! Burst right through the dirt and the ash and become whoever you want to be. Bloom with love and passion for whatever you choose. You can turn your entire life around, I promise you. Life isn’t always easy, I know that, but there is so much beauty around you and I hope that you remember that very soon. The world isn’t entirely toxic. There is pain, yes, but help that pain disappear one by one. Spread your love to everyone you come in contact with. It will change your life and it will inspire others and you will slowly change the world. You are here for a reason. You are not a tiny human who is here just because. You are a giant burst of something wrapped in skin and you are meant to do great things. You really are. You must let go and you must breathe. I love you. Come back to life. 


And so begins another letter. I hope you see this, Taylor ‘Pretty Little Porcelain Pixie’ Swift. I hope anyone who has ever doubted their place sees this, and knows that absolutely anything is possible. Look at me, literally anything

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anonymous asked:

it's just fiction, why can't adults have sex with kids in fiction? it's not real, dude.

I can’t. 

I can’t. 

But I will. 


Fiction is a representation of either how we see the world or how we wish the world was. 

Any writer who writes ANYTHING is writing it for a reason. 


Because they didn’t like how canon happened. They didn’t like that one person got with someone when they clearly should’ve gotten with someone else. 

Something cool that could’ve happened didn’t happen. 

Original story, dystopia? 

Something you’re afraid of happening in real life, something you imagine vividly happening if we don’t change our ways, or just something dark and scary that you think could be interesting to explore. But it’s based off your real world experiences, it’s based off what you see as the “norm” of today, and then you base your own world off of the potential futures you see. 

Original story, romance?

How, I imagine, you would like to be romanced, or to elicit the feelings of comfort, love, and “romance” in readers. So you’re being “romantic”, depicting a relationship between two human beings that acts as  a stand in for all of the romance people are typically missing in their own lives. 

Original story, drama?

these things don’t happen like this in real life. 

you like the excitement, the human relationships, the exhilaration, all of the action and melodrama that doesn’t really happen in boring old Sam Johnson’s life, in which he has a girlfriend he was dumped  by simply because she found him boring. 

Every fictional story, original or fanfiction, is a representation of something you want to happen. 

in real life or fiction. 

So what does it mean that people “ship” an adult and a kid?

Well, first, I don’t really have a huge problem with fans who just write fanfics and keep to themselves. 

There’s fucked up shit, but they keep to themselves and really don’t feel the need to force anyone to look at it, either. 

But i DO have a problem with the fucking fans who feel the need to shove their goddamn pedophile art in the general tag without tagging it as their shitty pedophile ship.

And I have a problem with fans who’re very vocal on why their ship is “basically canon” and anyone who hates it is “just homophobic” and “Age of consent is different-” or “age is just a number.”

The people who want “wide recognition” and “respect” for their ship. 

They want people to ship it or at least be “ok with it.”

Because it’s “ok.” 

But no. 

Fuck you. 

It isn’t, unless the creator is a pedophile too. Then it’s canon, i guess. 

not ok. but canon. 

And it’s not ok to have a thirteen/fourteen/fifteen year old fucking a thirty or whatever year old person, even in “fanfiction lols” because if it WAS “just fiction” then you wouldn’t feel the fucking need to defend yourself. 

you would just shrug and say yeah, animentality is right, it’s gross, but it’s just my guilty pleasure, and you’d go on your merry way. 

but clearly it does mean something to you if you feel the need to attack/defend from other fans. 

so what exactly does it mean to you?


i assume you’re masturbating to the image or stories about this promiscuous thirteen year old being fucked by this adult, right?

so people telling you to stop it, well, they’re kinkshaming you, right?

you feel attacked, so in turn, you go on the defensive…

which is normal, i suppose, except by putting these two characters in a sexual relationship, you’re pretty much saying yeah, this is totally ok!! 

And while you might be thinking, what, i would never support it in real life, you don’t realize that you are. 

You’re a real human being who supports the IDEA of a thirteen year old having a creepy BDSM relationship with his teacher. 

And the fucking IDEA of something can be pretty fucking destructive, i mean, all of human society is built off of fucking ideas. 

just because it’s not “actually happening” doesn’t mean shit. 

And pedophile ships tend to be boy x boy, and why?

because for some reason, yaoi fangirls believe that because they’re both boys, then it’s acceptable, they can do whatever, abuse, sexual coercion, BDSM (which btw isn’t something a fucking kid really has the mental capacity to understand??), because oh it’s fine, no one’s reallllllly getting hurt. 

Except for you know. Boys. Girls shouldn’t be sexualized at a young age? Yes, I agree.

I also agree that BOYS shouldn’t be sexualized at a young age either. 

You know they arrest people who have child porn photos and videos even though they “weren’t hurting” anyone?

Same concept. 

Maybe no one was being photographed, no one’s being “actually” hurt, but it sounds like the same excuse actual pedophiles use, isn’t it, how you’re “not actually hurting anyone” and maybe, “would never hurt anyone for real.”

I just can’t express enough that the excuse “it’s fictional” is pathetic. 

It’s pathetic. 

I mean, look at the culture we live in, where boys are scoffed at for being virgins even though they’re FUCKING CHILDREN, girls are giving blowjobs at eleven, little girls getting raped at younger and younger ages in the sex trade because people actually believe that if they’re younger, then there’s a better chance they won’t have HIV. 

I mean, for fuck’s sake. 

Stop contributing to this creepy culture, and stop acting like because it’s fiction, it means nothing. 

You know what makes billions of dollars every year?


They’re not fucking real, now are they?

A Killing Joke, fictional, completely fictional. A woman gets fucking disabled permanently and raped just so batman can have some deeper realization about himself. Me Before You, a cutesy fluff fanfic where the tragically disabled man kills himself because he doesn’t want to be a “burden.” 

Fuck disabled people, right, they’re just tragic burdens. 

Fiction is where we express ourselves, where we show the world how we think it should be. 

So “it’s not real”, oh fuck you. 

money isn’t real, time isn’t real, maybe i’m not even real, if i think hard enough. 

that’s a piss poor excuse, and that’s all it is, an excuse, to be as creepy as the guys who stalk facebook for thirteen year olds who think they’re mature enough for a college boyfriend.

feistyvagabond  asked:

OQ + "you can't blame me for being a little surprised."

I’ll admit right now…this was inspired by one of my favorite episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond. :)  I hope you enjoy it!

Popping a Gasket

“Sheriff Locksley. What brings you here this afternoon?”

Her voice rubs his spine like leather on a mission. He takeshis time looking up at her, enjoying every line and curve more than he should,adoring how frustrated she gets when he makes her wait on him for any reason whatsoever.

“Roland and I are selling popcorn for the Boy Scouts,” he answers with a sly grin in her direction. “We’re covering this shift for our troop.”

Her lips tighten as her eyes narrow in his direction, taking in the quality of their display and Roland’s thousand-watt grin that would probably sell a million boxes in thirty minutes flat.

“What brings you out and about on this fine day, Mayor Mills?”

She sizes him up, her eyes narrowing until they’re nearly as tight as her ass. He’s baiting her. She can feel it.

She hates it when he does that.

“Henry and I are selling popcorn, too,” she smiles, feeling her lips twitch in spite of herself. “For our troop, of course.”

Henry waves, Robin nods, and he leans back in his chair, hoping he appears far more casual than he feels. His pants have a way of becoming uncomfortably tight whenever he crosses paths with this woman.

“The least we can do as scoutmasters, eh?” he grins, enjoying the way her eyes spark in his direction.

“The very least,” she hums, wishing he’d shove those dimples in his pockets so they would stop annoying her. “In fact, Henry and I have been the top sellers every year.”

“Outstanding,” Robin croons, leaning forward on his elbows, careful not to knock over the assorted boxes and tins of popcorn they have for sale. “That’s quite an accomplishment. Perhaps you can offer me some pointers since this is my first time.”

He watches in fascination as two perfect brows arch at ninety degree angles.

“I’d be happy to,” she returns, motioning Henry forward, card table in hand. “You being an amateur, as you so aptly put it.”

Ding. Target struck with pinpoint precision. She grins like a cat staking out a rodent convention.

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Christmas Approveal - Requested (Michael)

HELLO, this is the first Christmas request done because it the FIRST!!! Woop, Christmas is coming, anyways this was requested by aleciasometimescries. ENJOY!!!!!

‘You’re joking right?’ You hear Michael on the phone and frown as he does. 'Okay, shit, let me know where you are once you’re sorted’ and then he hangs up.

'What’s up?’ You ask as he comes over flopping into the sofa and throwing his head back. 'The lads flight isn’t going, the pilot is too ill to fly, Paul is trying to gets them another pilot but they won’t be home at earliest till tomorrow morning’ he explain, you can tell he is worried about them. It’s Christmas Eve and they have just finished a promo here and they had a private plane to get them home later this evening so they were able to spend Christmas with family. Michael had agreed to stay in your home town for Christmas, you were seeing your dad tonight and your mum Christmas Day and then fly to Sydney Christmas night to spend a couple of days with ////.

'That’s terrible, do you want to go and see them?’ You ask, he groans and you smile a little at the sound. 'Yeah but we are meant to be at your dads in an hour’ he moans and you laugh a little. 'I don’t mind, go see the boys and come to my dad’s when you can’ you explain. You can see he is thinking it over, so while he does you decide to take advantage of his neck being in full view, you lean forward, placing one hand in his chest and depressing your lips to his neck, you trace then up and down, sucking and licking his neck in all the right places.

'If you don’t stop neither of is will make it to your dads’ his voice is groggy with his need and you notice his jeans getting tighter. 'Sorry baby’ you tease pulling away, but before you can sit back he grabs the back of your neck pulling you on top of him and pressing his lips to yours. You let his hands snake under your shirt as you pull at his hair, and roll your hips a little hearing him groan you laugh and jump off.

'Better get going so you have time see the boys’ you wink as you head into your room to change for your dads.


'Dad quit whining he is coming’ you moan rolling your eyes towards Kelly your step mum and she smiles trying not to laugh.

'See, see didn’t I tell you he would ruin it, ruins everything does that boy, waist of space’ he goes in, you shake your head, your dad has never liked Michael, said he isn’t looking towards the future, doesn’t want anything serious, changing his little girl.

'Dad please just gives it a rest, no one can enjoy themselves while you are making things awkward’ you tell him.

'Well no one is enjoying themselves waiting for it to turn up’ he snaps back, you look at him eyes a little wider to tell him he went too far.

'For a start he has a name, second of all no one is waiting, we are all fine, dinner isn’t even ready yet and the only person this is an issue for is you and finally if you don’t stop acting like a petulant little child I will leave, it’s Christmas Eve everyone is happy and you can’t drop your hatred for one god darn day’ you half yell before brushing his shoulder as you leave the family room and enter the kitchen. Your grandma isn’t far behind you and she rubs your back a little, you turn giving her a small smile.

'Ignore him, we all understand, Michael is a very nice young man and the only reason your dad hasn’t held his hands up yet is because he is too proud to say he was wrong’ she explains, 'but you were right your dad was a very petulant child’ she half laughs and you can’t help the smile she forms on your lip.

'Michaels here’ Jimmy rushes into the kitchen before turning back out, you an grandma follow him out to see Michael being welcomed by the family as your dad stands of to the side arms crossed

'I hope you just don’t mind but I bought a couple of friends’ Michael tell them winking at you, as Ashton, Luke and Calum come in behind him. 'Oh hello boys, it’s lovely to see you again it’s been so lo…’ Kelly is cut off by your dad.

'It’s rude to invite people when you’re an unwanted guest yourself’ your dad pipes up, his voice harsh, but you notice the smile in Michaels face turn slightly into a smirk and you frown a little as you watch him.

'I called but you have the no phone rule so I couldn’t check’ Michael tells him smoothly which you know is a straight out lye because you snook your phone back into your pocket after putting into the 'Phone Stop’.

'It doesn’t matter, they can stay, and you can leave with them seems as your so ungratefully late’ your dad snipes back, you laugh a little as his face contorts in annoyance and how Michael isn’t bothered by a word of it.

'Don’t be so rude, I bought you up better than that’ your grandma snaps at him, 'Now I’m sure there will be plenty of food after all we are two down so it’s only really an extra one and we always make too much food, wasteful really but I’m sure you strapping boys can help up with that’ grandma goes on. 'Right jimmy go on up to your room and bring down that deck chair of yours’ she tells him with a small wave of her hand.

'Come in everybody, close the door is deathly cold, the fire is in in the family room, who wants drinks?’ Kelly calls and takes the order of a number of drinks as everyone files into the family room you wait behind, you give Calum, Ashton and Luke a quick hug before Michael wraps an arm around you.

'What’s going on with the flights?’ You asks the boys, 'It’s getting sorted, we found a pilot he is okay to set off at nine tonight’ Ashton explain and you smile. 'Thanks great, I was so upset for you guys’ you explain and Calum coos.

'Shut up, go on, get in there’ you tell them nodding to the door to the family room. When they are gone you turn to Michael and press your lips to his, your hands on his chest, his on your waist. 'You’re terrible’ you tell him as you pull away and he frowns 'why?’ He asks shocked and you smirk a little 'You only bought them to piss him off’ you whisper, he fakes shock and grabs his heart 'Like I would do such a scheming thing’ he gasps 'You would’ Kelly interrupts making us jump a little as she wears a smirk across her lips 'But it’s awfully funny want hung his squirm’ she chuckles leaving again and you laugh following her into the rest of the family with Michael behind you.


'Hush everyone’ your grandfather calls over the chatter at the dinner table, we have all finished our meals and been chatting but it so dyes down. 'We all have traditions and our is something we treasure, after a meal at Christmas we share what we are grateful for and what we hope the new year will bring, Michael seems as you’re a guest for four would you do the honour of starting’ granddad sits back down and Michael nods smiling a little, his arm is resting on the back of your chair, and you noticed when he first did it your dad staring at his tattoos.

'Okay, erm I’m thankful for our band, our support, but erm mostly in thankful that (Y/N) is still in my life after five years.’ He speaks out, his eyes meeting with yours when he speaks about you and you smile before leaning forwards and leaving a quick peck in his lips.

'Get on with it’ your dad growls making a couple people at the table laugh. 'Sorry of course, erm I’m hoping the new year will bring changed attitudes’ he states and it’s clear to everyone as Michaels eyes bore into your dads as they glare back. We move on and have gone around the most of the travel when we get to your dad.

'I’m thankful for my wonderful children and close family’ he tells us, ruffling Jimmy’s hair as his other hand entwined with Kelly’s 'and for the new year I hope it brings sense, to my daughter, enough to get her away the things that’s are no good, the sense to throw out the trash’ your dads words are harsh, his voice sharp and nasty so much so not one person at the table who had been finding dad behaviour to you and Michael humorous, not one of the laughed or smiled, instead they all watched him shocked.

'Wow’ you mutter, pushing your chair back and standing up ’(Y/N) (Y/L/N) don’t you dare leave this table’ your dad calls to you as you head for the kitchen door, your fuming, your whole body in fire as you spin around.

'Don’t I dare? Don’t I dare?’ You repeat, your temper and patients’ gone which is clear to everyone at the raise and tone in your voice. 'How’s about don’t you dare, don’t you dare offend Michael, don’t you dare try press your ugly thoughts of him into other, don’t you dare tell me how to live my life, don’t you dare be so rude’

'This, this has been an amazing night, fun and full of laughter, I real Christmas family time, but there is one thing that would have made if so much more present, and that you, not being here, with your comments, your glaring. You haven’t enjoyed this night because all you have done is hash Michael at every opportunity’ you start to calm the voice so it’s more of a scold then a temper shout. 'So no dad don’t YOU dare’ you finish, you glance around the table at your family and friends and you can see the pity in their eyes. 'Sorry everybody’ you sigh before getting into the kitchen and closing the door. Taking in deep, calming breathes.

'You didn’t have to do that’ you hear Michael behind you and spin around, your still angry and just see red. 'You know what Michael, don’t bother moaning at me, you’re okay with the shit he gives you, and most of the time I don’t mind either but why can’t he just accept it, why can’t he just acknowledge that I did well, that I picked the right guy’ you flare, Michael just nods a little and you sigh 'sorry I didn’t mean to tell at you’ you apologise but he shakes his head opening his arms.

'You listen to me okay, it’s been five years since we rocked up at your house, it’s been hard, even at fourteen your dad hated me, but you know I don’t care, because I love you, you are everything to me, so he can hate me all he likes as long as it doesn’t change the fact that you love me. I mean sure, I would love to have his mark of approval but I’ve worked for it, I ignored the shit I did everything he wanted, I fought the shit, I asked about it and then we got here, were we just give it to each other. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m not the kind of person he will approve of, I’m sorry if that’s my fault, but you have to promise me one thing…..never fall out with him over me…I can’t be the resin for your hurt in any way shape of form. I love you and if your dad hates me for another five years I can deal with that of it means spending those five years with the live of my life’ Michaels words flow, his voice smooth and soft as he hold you in his arms, your ear against his chest, your eyes closed as you listen to his meaningful words.

'I’m sorry’ it’s your dad untrusting this time and you spin with Michael to see him standing in the door way. And he’s look guilty the guiltiest you have ever seen him.

'You know I am a stubborn guys, and when you wondered in my house all that time ago with your awful hair and dreams of being a rock star I wrote you off, my little girl could do better. But if I could change anything I would go back, and I’d tell that me to give the kid a chance, because in five years’ time he is working for his dream and he is still holding my little girl like a princess, still loving her with his whole heart. I’m sorry if I’ve been difficult, I do approve I was just too stubborn to admit I was wrong about you’ his words surprise you, and when he holds out his hand to shake Michaels your eve more surprised, however not as surprised as he was when Michael pulled him into a hug.

'Thanks, it means a lot’ Michael tells him and you feel your hear swell as you stretch your arms around your dad too. 'Thanks dad’ you whisper, he pulls away and nods as he turns to leave, but before he disappears round the corner he turns back and says. 'Merry Christmas to the both of you’

From Chelsea