why did it have to happen

Lifeline (2/?)

Jamie & Claire | AU | Claire doesn’t have a husband to return to. Jamie doesn’t have a price on his head. Seems like smooth sailing … right? (AO3)

I’d almost forgotten about this story … sorry !! But since there was no new episode yesterday, I decided to get my shit together and give you chapter two (yes, I know this is a poor substitute for THE reunion episode, but this is all I have!) Also thank you all so much for the lovely comments on chapter one!

Aaand a special shoutout to @bonnie-wee-swordsman who helped me with this chapter, she’s a lifesaver !! (or, at least a ficsaver) (It took some restraint though not to add “cue jaws theme” in the fic based on Bonnie’s comments …)

Also tagging @mibasiamille 😘

I. An Escape

II. The First Misstep

There can be danger in the lack of a purpose. When you no longer have something to give your life meaning, it’s awfully easy to throw caution to the wind and embark on a dangerous—and often foolish—journey.

Some people thrive in danger; they are hardwired to seek it out. For those people, the real danger is being idle, for boredom eats away at their very soul. They need a purpose like they need air to breathe, or food to eat.

Frank had said once he feared I loved my patients more than I loved him. He had said it half-jokingly, but he had been right.

I had always had a drive, though I had not always known towards what. But I kept moving forward, knowing I could never be content standing still. I had the tendency to seek out those dangerous environments other people would rather avoid, but I liked to think I didn’t have the fatal foolishness that some did. If I did, I would quite possibly find out soon.

On our way to Castle Leoch, Jamie regaled me with stories. He had told me about his uncles and Clan MacKenzie, after I’d shown quite a bit of enthusiasm for learning more about the place and its inhabitants. In truth, I had been to the castle once before—or would come there once more?—but at that time, it had been merely a ruin, inhabited by no one.

Foolish or not for putting myself in this situation, here I was, and I did think trying to learn something of the place to which I was headed was a good idea. Information would allow me to prepare, and preparation I definitely needed in order to lie effectively about my origin, for no one could know where I truly came from. Such was life for one with the misfortune of being cursed with a face of glass.

Jamie’s tales provided more than information, though. They were entertainment. He certainly had a gift for storytelling, and I enjoyed listening to him. Though his tales had initially unsettled me a bit, they were further confirmation that I truly was in the past—the eighteenth century—something I had realised when I happened upon Captain Randall, but still naïvely hoped to be a dream.

I hadn’t realised it then, but when Jamie asked me to come with him, I had made a decision to stay—for now, at least—in this time. There was little left for me where I came from, save that perilous boredom.

“I have to ask, Sassenach,” Jamie said, suddenly. “Why is it ye were lost in the forest in the first place? It seems unsafe for a lady such as yourself to travel alone, you could easily be—well, you know what could happen.”

I did. My unfortunate encounter with Captain Randall was not one I’d soon forget. It was only luck that had allowed me to get away unscathed. Luck in the form of a dashing rescuer, Jamie Fraser.

I tried to come up with a good explanation as to why I had wandered astray in the forest, but I had none. How could I tell him how I’d ended up here when I barely understood it myself?

I twirled the golden ring on my finger. I had told him I was widowed, mostly because I suspected the term divorced would be frowned upon, considering the times—even in my time, it wasn’t exactly something women would boast about.

I knew I had to tell Jamie something, even if I didn’t think he would force me to reveal something I didn’t wish to. He seemed to be a kind man, a gentle man, maybe even a loving man. He hadn’t talked extensively about his home, but he had mentioned a sister and of her, he’d talked very fondly. Family, it seemed, he valued greatly.

I took a deep breath.

“It’s a long story,” I began slowly, mentally berating myself for the, at best, clichéd opener; at worst, seeming attempt to stall or avoid answering altogether. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you why, but … I ran away.” That was partly true. With an ever-revealing face like mine, it was always better to stick closer to the truth than to outright lie.

That’s what I thought, at least, until Jamie, genuinely worried, said, “Are ye in danger? Are ye being chased by someone who wishes to do ye harm?”

His worry both warmed my heart and troubled me. Had he cared less, he would’ve asked fewer questions. It was unlikely that he’d be satisfied until he knew I wasn’t in any danger.

“No,” I said, with as much conviction as I could muster, “I promise, no one’s looking for me.”

I couldn’t see his face as we were on horseback, him sitting behind me, but I could imagine the look of concern that refused to leave his face.

“Did you know him?” I asked, eager to change the subject. “Captain Randall, that is.” I had seen how he’d looked at the captain when they fought, something that suggested there was more to his fury than seeing a stranger about to take a woman by force.

“Aye. I ken him.”

I glanced back, startled by the brevity. His gaze was fixed somewhere far off, his posture stiff. Whatever he was looking at, I couldn’t say, but then I thought neither could he. He seemed lost in thought, reliving a memory.

I was undeniably curious and wanted to ask how their paths had crossed before, what Randall had done to make this man hate him so. I didn’t ask, though. Whatever it was, if Jamie’s expression was anything to go by, it was not a pleasant topic of conversation.

While I understood that he might not wish to speak of something that seemed to pain him, I found myself a bit surprised seeing as he’d been so unusually, yet pleasantly, forthcoming with information about himself during our ride.

He had told me a number of things about himself. He had told me that, not too long ago, he had been an outlaw, and only recently had he been pardoned.

He’d said the price on his head had prevented him from returning to Lallybroch, as his ancestral home was called, and that was why he stayed at Leoch. What he hadn’t told me was why he, now a free man, chose to remain there, instead of returning home.

When we arrived at the castle, a woman rushed out to greet—or rather, scold Jamie. She eyed Jamie with disapproval and me with suspicion.

“What do ye mean by disappearing like that, lad? Gone all night! People have been askin’ for ye, not to mention—”

“Mrs Fitz,” said Jamie, as he helped me dismount. “This is—”

“And what do we have here?” asked Mrs Fitz. She surveyed me from top to toe. Her eyes lingered on my once-white dress with particular curiosity and not a little disfavour.

“Claire Beauchamp,” said Jamie. “I brought her here for protection.”

“Is that so?” Her face softened, the initial suspicion towards me subsiding.

“Aye. Would ye make sure she has some proper clothes? I should speak to my uncle.”

“Aye, and then there are other people who’d like to speak to ye as well, as I’m sure ye ken. I wouldna advise ye to wait too long.”

“Wait!” As Jamie was about to walk away, I reached out a hand, putting it gently on his arm, prompting him to stay. “Your wound. Unless you want it to get infected, you should let me clean and dress it properly.”

Having earned Jamie’s trust in my medical abilities after helping him with his shoulder the day before, he agreed without objection.

Mrs Fitz kindly showed us to a room where I could tend to my patient. The room was dark and cold, and the many shelves that adorned the stone walls were crammed with jars that clearly hadn’t been touched in a while; they were covered with dust.

Upon entering, I had turned my questioning gaze to Mrs Fitz, who explained, “’Tis the surgery. It hasena been used in some time, no since Davie Beaton passed.”

The temperature problem was soon remedied by a fire, and Mrs Fitz left us alone.

I hadn’t been prepared for the sight of Jamie’s bare back when he removed his shirt so I could tend to his shoulder. Scars covered the expanse of his back.

“The Redcoats,” Jamie explained. “They flogged me twice in the space of a week. They’d have done it twice the same day, I expect, were they no afraid of killing me. There’s no joy in flogging a dead man.”

“I shouldn’t think anyone would do such a thing for joy.”

“If Randall was not precisely joyous, he was at least very pleased with himself.”

I understood, then. Or, at least I thought I did. His hatred towards Captain Randall, the painful memory he hadn’t wished to speak about. This was it.

Much to my surprise, Jamie did speak of it now though. His earlier reluctance to do so had apparently dissolved. I wondered why. Was it something I’d done to prove myself more trustworthy? Was it that I’d now seen the scars, so I might as well know the story behind them? Perhaps he worried I would misjudge him for his scars if I didn’t know the full story.

He recounted the event whilst I dressed his wound. This was a far less cheerful tale than those he had shared with me on horseback, but his storytelling was vivid as ever.

I met his eyes, trying to show him the same sympathy and understanding he had shown me the day before. Since the moment we met, Jamie had been nothing but kind to me. He had shown more compassion than any man I’d ever met.

I stroked his arm to comfort him, and his lips curved upwards in reply. He looked younger when he smiled; there was something boyish about it. I realised that he must, in fact, be younger. That thought hadn’t occurred to me when he’d acted as my rescuer and protector. While I appreciated his heroic side, what drew me in was the vulnerability he had shown me, sharing his scars.

Hand still lingering on his arm, I leaned in slowly, my eyes not leaving his. I could feel his breath hot against my lips. An inch, and I would touch his lips—

He pulled back.

I didn’t quite know what to feel. Confusion hit me first, followed by shock that was soon replaced by embarrassment.

My eyes sought his, to ask for an explanation, or see if I had misinterpreted the situation, but he turned his head away, hiding his expression.

Mrs Fitz could not have returned at a better time. She helped me escape, as she was to fulfil Jamie’s request that I be given proper attire.

Before our departure she reminded Jamie once more to seek out his uncle Colum.

I followed her to a guest bedroom where she helped me change into a more appropriate dress, and sometime thereafter came a dark-haired man by the name of Murtagh to inform me that The MacKenzie wished to speak to me.

Mrs Fitz gave me an encouraging smile before I departed.

My escort, by contrast, didn’t speak another word to me, let alone smile.

Jamie had told me about Colum MacKenzie, Chief of Clan MacKenzie, but not in great detail. He had had more to say about his other uncle, Dougal, the war chief. Despite our awkward encounter, I found myself wishing Jamie was there by my side as I entered the tower room where the MacKenzie was waiting.

My silent escort was still waiting for me when I exited, but he wasn’t alone. Jamie was with him.

I couldn’t help but smile in relief at the sight.

“What did he say?” Jamie asked at once, excitement in his tone.

“You ask as though you don’t already know! You talked to him about me,” I said, crossing my arms, “you told him I was a healer.”

“Aye, I had to say something so he’d let ye stay, didn’t I? He was verra suspicious at first when I said I’d brought a Sassenach here.”

“I’d say he was still verra suspicious when we spoke,” I said in a poor imitation of his accent. Colum had been suspicious, but he had let me stay nonetheless, thanks to Jamie. He had gifted me the late Davie Beaton’s surgery, in return for my serving as the castle’s new healer, for the duration of my visit.

“He did invite me to the hall tonight, though,” I continued, “there is to be a Welsh singer apparently—”

“JAMIE FRASER!” The voice came from somewhere farther down the stairs. Rapid footsteps that likely belonged to the voice echoed loudly as they neared.

Jamie, having tensed up at the high-pitched shriek, looked over at Murtagh, wordlessly asking for counsel.

Murtagh raised his eyebrows so as to say, “What did I tell you?” making me wonder just what Murtagh had told Jamie and why.

The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and facing us was now a young, round-faced girl with her arms crossed over her chest. Her pale eyes narrowed as they noticed me.

“Jamie Fraser!” she repeated. It was less of a shriek this time, but no less angry. “Where have ye been!?”

Jamie opened his mouth to explain, but the girl cut him off.

“And who is that!?” Her voice was venomous as she jerked her head rudely at me.

“Ah … this is Claire Beauchamp,” he said, “she’s a guest of the MacKenzie and the new healer of the castle.” Evidently explaining me was easier than explaining his whereabouts since yesterday afternoon.

The girl was still waiting for further explanation. Jamie sighed and said, “I was out riding.”

“RIDING!? Ye mean to say ye’ve been out riding all night?”

“Laoghaire, perhaps we can have this conversation in private?”

The girl—Laoghaire—muttered something, then turned and started walking down the stairs, Jamie following her.

“Who was that?” I asked Murtagh after they had left.

“That was his wife.”

anonymous asked:

b, help me, i am late.. what happen in haikyuu? why did i see someone crying in recent chapter screenshot? karasuno is okay right? (work is really busy for me rn, i don't have time to read T.T)

Don’t worry babe, everything is alright! It’s just that Inarizaki’s captain is honestly the purest person to ever pure and we were overwhelmed and pulled a general Miya Atsumu and started crying because he’s just too much for our heart to handle 



Didn’t block my rents from “me too” (often forget I have them added on fb) and I heard them from another room talking about it and mentioned they saw I posted it and they said to each other “did you see nikk’s” and “he’s never been abused” and they meant to ask me about it, but like?? i do not want to talk about it, thats why you don’t know about it. And how are you gunna say that I’ve never been harassed, and they kept say WOMEN and I’m like y'all……… it happens to EVERYONE, no matter what gender.

bowlegsandblueties  asked:

This is totally random but dude, I just realized you look like one of my original characters and I’m scared of how or why that happened. Like how did my brain come up with you before knowing who you were? Also I feel like this is an awkward thing to say so I also wanna add that you’re really awesome and you’re one of many people I have the strong urge to befriend one day >.<

Thank you for bringing me into existence.

I Will Always Love You The Most - Chapter One

“She’s beautiful, she’s innocent, she’s everything that’s good.”

Mor had never seen her before.

Which was a strange thing in itself, since Mor knew practically everyone in this school, but yet hers was a face she definitely didn’t recognize. And if she had, Mor knew she would have remembered it.

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Originally posted by ohitsreigns

Roman Reigns for anon (I’m sorry if this isn’t good 🙈 and I don’t really know much about anxiety attacks


Reader is having an anxiety attack after one of her matches and even though a few other superstars try to help, the only person who can calm her down is boyfriend Roman Reigns: FLUFF


Warnings: NONE


The further I walked down the hallway, the more narrow it seemed to get.

It was like I was in a movie where the walls slowly started closing in on you, until they were inches away.

With my hand over my chest and my breathing increasing more and more, second by second I finally came to a stop and rushed over to the wall feeling the coldness of it on my back.

It was happening again.

My anxiety was acting up.

I slide down until I could feel the floor underneath me.

Why did this have to happen now?

Why here?

One thing I don’t have to question is what brought this attack on.


Worrying about simple things really.

But I can’t help it.

Luke tonight I landed wrong and that slightest mistake could’ve cost me everything I’ve worked for.

I know cause it’s happened to many.

I contributed a slightly noticeable limp from it and just from me going over it, replaying that fall got me in this situation.

It’s funny cause something so small caused something so big.

“Y/N..?” I heard the voice of Nia, call out to me.

Funny thing is I could hear her clearly but I couldn’t see her the same way.

Everything was just so blurry.

“Is she okay?” Another female voice asked but this one sounded as if it was off in the distance.

No I’m not okay. I wanted to scream out but couldn’t seem to form the sentence.

I felt Nia gently stroking my arm. “She doesn’t look like it. I think you should go find Roman, Emma.”

Oh, that’s who the other voice belonged to.



Emma rushed through the hallways, as fast as her legs would take her, turning corner after corner in search of the six foot three man.

She didn’t know what was going on with Y/N but she knew it wasn’t anything to take lightly.

From the look of her at least.

“Roman.” Emma called out after she landed eyes on him a distance away. “It’s something wrong with Y/N.” She finished slightly out of breath.

The tall Samoan looked over at her worry immediately washing over his face.

“What happened he asked?”

“I… I don’t know, but she’s sitting on the floor, with her hand on her chest. I doesn’t look good. I don’t even think she’s breathing properly.” Emma rambled not even realising Roman was already far ahead of her.


“Baby. What’s wrong?” Roman said running over to Y/N the moment he found her with Nia.

He watched as his girlfriend tried her best to speak but was only able to get out, “Anx…”

“It’s your anxiety?”

She gave a nod in response.

“It’s okay baby.” Roman said in a soothing voice, pulling her close to him. “Deep breaths.”


After a few minutes of Y/N trying to regulate her breathing and it being successful Roman eased back so he can get a better look at her.

“See.” He said wiping away a few tears, from her cheeks. “It’s okay. Whatever you’re worried about is fine.”

His eyes met with his girlfriend’s and he could tell she was slowly but surely coming around.

“You’re okay.”


Hope this was okay cause like I said I don’t know much about these situations


Tags: @littleprincess1621 @princesstoniii @panic-angel3314 @eshia16 @wwe-rollins-lover

anonymous asked:

My class is doing a mini research conference and my professor said that we would be graded on the questions we asked the presenter and how well they were answered. I'm worried because I've always been really bad at thinking critically and figuring out questions to ask, I was wondering if you had any advice or tips?

Hey there!

This is such a coincidence bc i just came back from my weekly program seminar and we’re graded on asking at least 3 questions to the presenters every semester. And it’s tough to think of something critical esp if one doesn’t know too much about the subject and if there are a bunch of other experts in the room aka professors, other grad students, etc. It’s intimidating and even though this is my 4th year doing this my heart still wants to gallop screaming out of my chest when i raise my hand. 

But i think i’ve picked up a few things that have worked for me, so lets see if they sound doable for you :)

  • Take notes. I always jot down major points during the talk, and sometimes as I’m doing so, questions pop up. Sometimes they get answered by the presenter on their next slide, but sometimes they go untouched, and I’ll ask those. Taking notes also gives you something to refer back to if you’re afraid you’ll ask something that was already stated, or if you forget what an acronym is. 
  • Relate everything back to what you know, and think about how it would work in that setting. That helps put things in context of something you understand, so may help your thought process. This is also how lots of professors and researchers think during seminars–not only are they learning new things and getting updates in their field (or outside their field), but they’re searching for new ways to tackle their own research problem. 
  • If part of the anxiety revolves around asking a question in front of lots of people, write down your question word for word. I did this in the beginning so I wouldn’t trip over my words and get even more flustered. I’ve even seen professors do this at large international conferences and they just read directly off their notepad. 
  • Be curious. I’m pretty sure your prof isn’t making you all do this bc they’re being mean; they want to give you the chance to practice thinking curiously. Relax your mind and let it wonder. Remember: the speaker (and the audience) knows that the presenter is the #1 expert on that subject in the room right now, and is the only person who is expected to know everything about it. So if you have a “So I’m just wondering…” question, go for it. Sometimes those turn out to be the most provocative, especially coming from a student, because we oldies who have spent years with our head in the same box sometimes forget to think about things with a fresh mindset. Some of the best, most tantalizing questions I’ve ever gotten were from undergrads and high school students. 
  • And be selfish with your curiosity. Don’t know something? Ask it! Who cares what everyone else in the audience thinks. This is your chance to pick the mind of an expert, so take advantage of it. Unless it’s regarding a fact explicitly stated by the presenter, there is no such thing as a stupid question. And think about the whole process as more of having a conversation with the presenter. Imagine if it was just you two at a cafe. 
  • And it does get easier with time as you learn more about your field and become more comfortable asking questions in a public setting. My 1st semester i reallllly had to work my noggin at coming up with a question; now, as long as I’m taking notes and actively thinking, I can pretty much come up with a question per slide. All it took was almost 4 years of practice :P
  • Here are some sample general questions that you may ask if the opportunity arises: (it’s biology heavy bc that’s what I’m familiar with):
    • “How do you hope your findings be implemented in the clinic/workplace/environment/etc etc?” Basically, what’s the real-world-application or significance of their project? This is especially good when the presentation is about something really “niche” and focused. 
    • Related, if the data presented are in vitro, ask about if there are any plans to move in vivo. If the data are in vivo, ask about if any clinical trials are in the future. Think about what their next step should be, and then ask if they’ve started, and/or what they predict will happen. 
    • “Why did you choose to use this model/cell line/protocol/etc over other alternative models/cell lines/protocols/etc?” In order to run a well controlled experiment, the model we use has lots of limitations. So everyone should have a justification for why they chose one particular model over another. 
    • Related, if the model they chose is missing a component (eg. an immunocompromised mouse model), ask them what they think that missing component’s role could be (eg. the immune system in said mouse model). Identify a missing puzzle piece, and ask if what would happen if it was added back. 
    • “Have you looked at whether your protein of interest/etc is involved in other signaling pathways?” (or vice versa). This is particularly applicable to biology where redundancy is the name of the game. The researcher may have only looked at one pathway or maybe only presented on one, but in reality there are always cross-talk and unexpected results. 
    • Particularly during seminars related to the abnormal (eg. diseases, environmental extremes, etc), think about the “normal”. For example, if a researcher is presenting a pathway that’s involved in cancer, you can ask them what role that pathway usually plays in normal physiology. 
    • And, how one abnormal relates to another abnormal. For example, “does osteoporosis increase the risk of bone metastases?”. Particularly relevant in biology and human disease bc patients will oftentimes have multiple illnesses. 
    • Always be on the look-out for correlation studies, and questioning whether there’s any causation. 
    • Related, given one result, think about what other factors may play into it. Kind of like a lawyer or detective solving a crime. Was it really Suspect A with Weapon A? How about Suspect B with Weapon X? Did the researcher really control for every possible variable (the answer is usually no bc it’s darn impossible to), and if not, what do they predict the role of that variable to be on their studies? 

Anyway, those definitely aren’t alll the questions you could possibly think of (especially if you’re in a field unrelated to biology), but they could give you a launching point of things to think about during the talk. 

I hope some of those pointers will work for you! Good luck, have fun, and remember: indulge your curiosity! 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I love your stories. Since you're accepting prompts, how about 218? Thanks!

Thank you, Anon. I hope you enjoy this little story I wrote for you.

Amy was relieved when Sheldon told her he was working late. It gave her time to prepare his favorite meal and gather her thoughts. She had some news and was worried about his reaction. When he walked in the door, she pulled the casserole dish out of the oven.

He sidled up next to her as she set it on the table. “Mmm… Spaghetti with cut up hotdogs. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. I just wanted to make your favorite meal. And that’s not all.” She pulled a carafe of Strawberry Quik from the fridge and set it down with a flourish.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to butter me up. You’re the best.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy gulped but said nothing, as she took her seat. Sheldon dumped a huge scoopful of pasta onto his plate and dug in. He didn’t even notice that his fiancée took a much smaller portion than normal. She chewed each biteful of food slowly, as she was prone to do when she was nervous.

When the dishes were cleared, Amy led Sheldon to the couch. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. He appeared to be in a good mood, but she wasn’t ready to spring the news on him quite yet. She hadn’t even come to terms with it herself.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Is everything alright?”

She turned toward him and held his hands. “I… I don’t know.”


"I have some news that’s going to affect our wedding plans.”

He gripped her hands tighter. “Are you going back to Princeton? Because I can see how that would be a problem. There are some details we can work out online, like searching for the perfect invitations, but inspecting the local bakeries for cleanliness and trying cake samples will prove to be difficult.”

“I’m not going to Princeton… or anywhere.”

He loosened his tight grip on her and ran his thumbs along the backs of her hands. “Then whatever it is can’t be that bad.”

She looked down at her lap. “It’s worse.”

He released her left hand and lifted her chin with his fingers. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.” She lowered her lashes. “Amy, you’re scaring me. Are you sick?”

She shook her head no. “Sheldon,” she looked him straight in the eyes, “I’m pregnant.”

His jaw dropped. “How… how did this happen? We’re always so careful. Are you sure? Those home pregnancy test results can be ambiguous.”

“I’m positive. I went to the doctor’s office over my lunch break to confirm.” She watched the myriad of emotions cross his features – shock, disbelief, worry. ”I’m sorry, Sheldon. I know it wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m just as much to blame as you are.”

“But it’s because of my body that we’ll have to rearrange everything. I’m due in June, so we’ll have to find another date, but it can’t be in April or May because I’ll be as big as a house,” she sobbed. “And I don’t want to wait until after the baby is born.”

He enveloped her in his arms, stroking her hair as her tears soaked the back of his shirt. “I know you wanted a June wedding, but we can make this work. We live in a warm climate, so we can even get married in January or February and still have an outdoor wedding.”

She sniffled. “And it’s not just the wedding planning. What about our two-year plan? We were supposed to get married and enjoy our time alone as a couple while preparing ourselves before we started trying. We haven’t even looked into daycare options or read any parenting books. Aren’t you upset?”

“Surprised, yes, but upset, no.

She disentangled herself from his hold and sat back, studying his face. “I think I’m more surprised that you seem okay with this than I am that we got ourselves into this predicament.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve invented a time machine so we can go back and undo it.”

“But aren’t you scared?”

“I am, but look at it this way. Halley is thriving with Wolowitz as her father, and our child will be in better hands.”

“I don’t mean that; I know you’ll make a great father. It’s all the changes I’m worried about.“

“I know I don’t always deal well with change, but some of the greatest joys in my life have come as the result of it.”

“Such as?”

He looked at her tenderly. “The best change of all was when I welcomed you into my life.”

She leaned forward and planted her lips on his briefly then drew back slightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, and I will love our baby.” He rested one hand on her thigh and the other on her flat belly.

"Of course you will. I don’t doubt that. I just wish the timing…”

“We’ll be fine.” Before she could protest, he cut her off with a passionate kiss. She melted into him and pushed her worries aside. This wonderful man had surprised her once again, and she couldn’t wait to see what else the future held for them.


Do you ever look in the mirror and ask yourself

“When did I stop being happy?”

And then realize all at once that you’re not okay and you have no idea how you made it this far in life?

Because today that happened to me.

I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered when I first began to feel this way. I started crying and then I couldn’t stop crying and I wondered why I was crying. What pushed the first domino into what would eventually cascade into a beautiful masterpiece made from dominos falling, falling, falling until there was a tidal wave that drowned me in a sea of little things that made up a whole.

I wonder if there was something I could have done to prevent myself from getting this bad. But how could I have done something when I didn’t notice until it was too late? So instead I sit here, staring at myself in the mirror trying to find who I used to be. Trying to find myself before depression, anxiety, and stress.

Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of a 9 year old version of me, smiling and laughing without a care for what the world thought of me and an ache fills my entire being for a day like that. Just one more day where I didn’t care what the world thought - where I was nothing except carefree and happy.

Of course, there are days where I look at myself in the mirror and I can trick myself into thinking that it’s Okay, that I’m Okay. Those are the days that I doubt my depression, where I doubt my mind and I question if I really have any of the mental disorders that I surely do.

Those days are hard. Where the person you should be able to trust the most - yourself - seems like it’s lying to you, and suddenlt you can’t trust anyone.

There are days where I look at my reflection and question my existence. Where I question if I’m living or just breathing. Taking up space, someone else could fill better.

this is really late, but

tmw you dropped Bleach years ago and then come back to find the endgame ships and you’re like “what… what happened while I was away??”

seriously, what happened? How did this happen? I’m trying my hardest not to hate but with what I’ve seen so far, everything looked like it went down south after the volume where Rukia leaves and she and Ichigo have that really heartfelt goodbye.

did i mention that I was… really sure they were gonna be endgame?

How did… why did… huh??

And can someone fill me in on the character development because did Kubo try to pull an Arakawa and fail?!?!?

anonymous asked:

jw did smthing happen for u tag ur art as 'no servant/master dynamic'?? why would anyone interpret them in that way in the first place omg they're literally standing as equals

There are people who make content with that dynamic and while I can’t stop them, I’d rather not have my Possessed/Witch arts tagged or contextualized in that regard, so I tagged just to be safe. 

2D: I had this weird thing happen to me this week. I was recording some stuff with Murdoc in the studio and uh, we were between the recordings and he did this weird move where he was like-

*2D makes a weird shocked expression*

2D: And he was like “That was weird.” And I was like “What? What happened?” And he tells me “I just had the sudden urge to hug you and I had to stop myself.” And I was like “What?! What are you talking about?” And he’s like “I was about to walk up to you and hug you and I don’t know why!

Noodle: Have you and Murdoc ever hugged?

2D: No, no. We’re not huggers.

Russel: WHAT?! How long have you known Murdoc?

2D: Twenty years.

That Flashback...

Correct me if i’m wrong @generalhospitalopinions (unquestioned Queen of the Jasam Fandom) but wasn’t that Jason saying goodbye to Sam before going to Pentonville, to protect Michael?

WHY exactly did they Show That Flashback? I know it was about Jasams Leather Jacket Thing, but why did they decide that today was the day to bring up that? And anyway, aren’t there any newer Jasam Jacket Moments that they could have had Jason flashback to?

What i’m really wondering is, Was that a Hint that the Jason Swap happened way back Then? Was that like… The Last Memory Jason Has of Sam???

anonymous asked:

If you're all different people then why do you go on hiatus at the same time?

Why do you care?

It’s literally a coincidence, and it doesn’t happen very often. Just because I am on tumblr almost every day doesn’t mean I feel like answering asks that can contain difficult and triggering content. The same goes for the other mods. This stuff can be emotionally exhausting.

But apparently the effort we make here is still not good enough for you.

(Also, if you did even a minor amount of investigating you would find we all have personal blogs)

Accidents Chapter One

Today’s House of Horror is a gift for @beliza-fryler

Belle has a history of ‘accidents’ happening to people around her.


“Why did you tell him? I asked you to keep it to yourself.”

Mary Margaret paused in picking a book and glanced at Belle with a slight frown; “Oh I didn’t think you meant your father.”

Belle ground her teeth together in frustration. From her tone it was clear that Mary Margaret didn’t see that she’d done anything wrong. She should have known this would happen; MM couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

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I’m so frustrated!! Why are people condemning Tobin for just one game? Yeah she shouldn’t have done that to Smith but it’s not like she was trying to injured the girl on purpose? Look a her now, she got injured too bc other to players did that to her but why aren’t y’all condemning the others to player the same way y’all are condemning Tobin? Just leave Tobin alone. She is a good person and I’m 100% sure she feels bad for what happened to smith and now bad bc is injured too and can’t play (again) the sport she loves

anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered that people might be unfollowing you for a different reason? It could be just a coincidence that people just so happened to unfollow you when you made that Zacharie post. It doesn't necessarily mean that they left because of it. "Correlation does not imply causation."

The simple reason why I know the cause of it is because it happened last time as well. And they left within two minutes of the post.

I’m not upset about it. I ended up getting four times the amount of followers than I did unfollowers anyway. If they don’t like the content, it’s best for them to unfollow and keep their dash to only things they enjoy and that’s perfectly understandable and I do the same as well.