why do you live so far away ; ;

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None


“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 


 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

I need help from the skeleton clique. I’ve tried this everywhere but it’s never really gained traction. I was encouraged to share my story by numerous people, including Tyler’s dad, which is why I’m here now. I’m hoping this post will go viral so he has something concrete to give Tyler and Josh.

Here’s the short of it: I have cerebral palsy and I use a wheelchair but I don’t let that define me. I am not a stereotype and my main aim is to be kind and help people. I want to be a writer. I want to inspire others and achieve my dreams. I’ve had so many people hurt me but I keep going.

I spent three months in hospital and then another two, at least four years later. Illnesses due to my disability robbed me of my dignity and self worth. Both of these times at 14 and 17, I wanted death. I felt like a failure. Therapy hasn’t really helped. Yet now, at age 20 or so, twenty one pilots is and I am so grateful. Seeing them in March 2017 was the highlight of my life.

They are like my home. The Emotional Roadshow is and forever will be for me a place of sanctuary. These boys are my safety net. I forget that I’m in a chair. All my pain. All my problems. They’re gone the instant I put on the music. I know lots of people feel the same way. That is why I was hoping like minded people will come together and help me. All I want is to say thank you. I live so far away and there’s not much else I can do. I want this reblogged, spread on Twitter, everywhere. Tag Tyler and Josh. The only thing I can do is thank my heroes. I want to use the power of the clique to help me do that. I need them to know I exist; it keeps me going, gives me faith.

Please. This is a genuine request. Pass this on. My name is Ally and this is my story. Truce.

Nicknames (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 5400+

Warnings: Cursing, death, blood, 

A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!

It started with the knocks.

You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.

Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.

You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.

“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”

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Dedication Altars

[Merry meet, my lovelies! Today I thought I’d talk about Dedication Altars that I do for people. There are plenty of different kinds of Dedication Altars that I’ve done in the past, and for plenty of different people!]

[So, let’s get right into it!]

|What is a Dedication Altar?|

A Dedication Altar is an altar that is dedicated to a person, animal, deity, anything really. They can be small, medium, or large. I, personally, use mini altars for Dedication Altars. They’re easy to take with you in travel, they are very basic, and they’re so cute!

Originally posted by modernwitchesdaily

|How do you use them?|

Just like a normal altar, you can have the symbols for the elements, incense, anything; however, since this is a dedication altar for certain things and people, then you’ll most likely want to have symbols or tools that tie to them or remind you of them.

I usually just have small prayers for those whom I make these altars for. I also carry them around with me, so they can absorb a lot of energy and make any spells or intentions a bit more powerful. You can do whatever you want with them!

For those of you who use curses, or hexes, you may also use them. (I myself don’t, but that’s my personal preference since I’m not a cursing witch. I’m not against those who do curse, or hex, though!)

|If I do a curse or hex, what should I do afterwards?|

The best thing to do after a curse or hex, is to simply cleanse all materials and the altar itself. If you plan on cursing again, keep the altar and tools you used concealed in a black cloth. If you aren’t going to curse again, then I’d suggest cleansing them and getting rid of them (safely, of course since we don’t want to ruin the environment by burying harmful things or anything like that!)

|Can these be used to contact spirits too?|

Oh yes, definitely! You can use a variety of different things to contact them, too! (I’ll be making a “Spirit Communication” post soon that lists the ways of communicating with spirits!) You can dedicate these altars to ancestors, spirit guides, patronuses (another word for familiars), etc.

|What gave you the idea?|

Well, one day I was thinking about how to help someone who lived far away. Then I got the idea: People use altars to connect with deities, who are definitely far away.. So why not do altars dedicated to people? Plus it’d help me connect to them better, since it’s literally an altar, just for them!


[I hope you enjoy this little idea I had. If you have any questions at all related to this, or anything else, don’t hesitate to ask! I’m always open for questions. :)]

Brightest Blessings my lovelies! )0(

[Also, an FYI, I’m keeping an eye on the tag #everythingwiccan, so if you have anything you’d like me to see or share on here, include that tag! :D]

Wow another AU..Who is surprised..

Anyways I really hope no ones thought of this before, and forgive me if this already exists.. But I was thinking, and wanted to create this one where basically Irkens aren’t so advanced and live in tribes. And humans get advanced to the point where they can actually travel to far away planets, and Dib is part of a crew of people going to Irk to explore and study it. When they get there they split up to cover more ground and Dib happens to have a run in with one of the natives of the planet..which is, you guessed it, Zim lol

I’m on warrior mode. 

Still working on my exam to get into medical school in Italy, I’ve been getting great scores on the online simulator and the admission test is in 16 days but why being prepared when you can be well-prepared

This is my last shot, I’m risking a lot by putting aside ALL my french classes to work on this. This year I grew up a lot, living far away from home and asking myself so many questions about who I am and what I should do with my life (it’s part of the process of growing up I guess) and among all the things I learned one very important lesson : when you set a goal you have to stick to it and make some very hard decisions sometimes. It wasn’t easy for me to decide to give up on my french classes: I knew that if I kept working on them I would had to lose another year for sure before getting into medical school here (the process is MUCH MORE complicated than this) and even by doing so I didn’t even know if I was going to make it. The only way to start my medical studies next year was to get into medical school in Italy. I had to give up on many many dreams and expectations I had about my future, but now I feel I made the right decision. I’m very close to get it (not yet guys! but close) and now I don’t care about anything else: this is my goal, my life, and I won’t let anyone come in my way. 

It’s been two months since I’m on warrior mode, and seeing the results coming is so fu**ing satisfying.

I will win.

Juanin: Every summer, the muscly men get together to take an important decision !

Muscly man1: Oh leader, whatever shall we do?

Leader: before taking any decision, we have to ask the great master.

Muscly man2: Ooh but the great master lives really far, far away !

Leader: I’m sorry, that’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it will be forever. The great master has the last say. Go, boys. Good luck, boys ! Have a good trip!

Muscly man1: did you bring money for the ticket?

Muscly man2: yeayeh, I brought some…..one please! .. …augh. …I trimpped !

Muscly man1: Ooh great leader! you that know it all, tell us! What is the answer?

Great master: the answer is .… .NO

Leader: What did the great master say?

Muscly man1: umm…he said…yes!!

Leader: alright. you can hose each other down then.

Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Three)

Warnings: SMUT so much smut. Very nsfw. Read at your own risk. WEAR A CONDOM.

Summary: Kai Parker comes back from the dead to find that he’s got a daughter. Angst and madness ensues.

A/n: You may all blame @geminioriginalsimagines for the smut.


Originally posted by christopherwooddaily


After hugging him, you and Kai started talking about when he came back, and the effect it had on Annalise.

“She started siphoning. She doesn’t siphon from other people’s magic, she takes it from the earth, I used to find her in the garden out back getting her hands dirty trying to bring flowers back to life in the middle of winter. She actually managed to make a rose bloom.” Kai looked sad, even disappointed when you told him about how Anna was a siphon.

“She’s never siphoned from anyone else though, even from me, I haven’t really been in touch with my magical side since she was born but she can control it, for the most part. She’s a kid, and when you’re a kid with magic you don’t really control anything but when she knows something’s wrong, she stays far away from trying to hurt people. Anna’s so kind, she’s so… gentle, she’s a ray of sunshine and optimism.” Kai smiles, and you have to smile back. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him smile.

You eat dinner alone with Kai, Anna is still sleeping upstairs, and so you sit in silence across from Kai eating heated up lasagna and drinking wine.

“So, do you care to explain why Damon Salvatore was in my kitchen today?” Kai takes a long drink of his wine before answering.

“He’s trying to get me to leave, trying to get me to go as far away from Mystic Falls as physically possible, but you and Anna live here and I don’t want to leave the two of you again so soon.” You smile, you really had missed him. But your smile falls quickly as your mind wanders on the thought of angry Damon.

“Damon’s dangerous when he’s mad.” Kai stops eating as well as it dawns on him, Anna lived here, and Damon was to the both of you, a monster. He might try to hurt her to get Kai to leave.

“Maybe we should move.” You look down at your plate, suddenly not feeling the need to eat anything. You had lived here for years, all Anna knew was this house and her only friends were the neighbors kids.

“We? No, I’ll leave, there’s no way I’m putting you both in danger.” You reach over and take Kai’s hand as he talks.

“Anna needs you Kai- I need you.” Kai stands up, and you do the same, getting ready to not let him leave, you didn’t want to lose him again- you couldn’t lose him again.

“Kai, don’t- don’t leave again.” You walk around the table to face him. You wanted to hug him, to kiss him, you wanted his hands all over you like they had been five years ago.

He takes a step closer to you and you stay still, head tilting to look up at him.

“I won’t.” He bends down, his lips touching yours and you react immediately, kissing him back. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders as he pulls you closer to him by your lower back. You missed kissing him so much.

He doesn’t stop kissing you, not even as your back hits the wall. His hands plant themselves beside the wall as you take in a deep breath through your nose. One of your hands were on his side, and the other was on the back of his head, holding his lips on yours as you kissed.

“Fuck I missed you so much.” Kai whispers as he pulls back. His hand find the bottom of your shirt but he stops pulling it up mid-way.

“This okay?” You lock eyes with him and give him a quick nod. He pulls the shirt all the way off and tosses it somewhere.

His lips are on your neck as soon as the shirt comes off, his hands are working away at your pants as your heart starts to race. When your pants and underwear hit the floor you step out of them and Kai takes his own shirt off. You kiss him again, the kiss is fast, all teeth and tongue as you try to get his pants and underwear off of him. You want him, you need him, and he needs you too.

With the rest of his clothes gone he turns you around. He leaves wide open mouthed kisses all over the back of your shoulders and your neck as his hands run all over you. One of his hands finds your clit and you let out a shuddering moan as he works two circling fingers over your clit. He moans with you, and you try to grind your hips back.

“We’ve gotta be quiet, we don’t need to wake up Anna.” Kai whispers as you bite your lip and whimper.

“I was never quiet with you.” Kai smiles against your shoulder.

“Don’t make me out my hand over your mouth.” You smile back but then gasp as his tip nudges against your entrance, he was completely hard, and it only turned you on more.

He pushes in, his fingers still on your clit and his lips still on your neck. You gasp loudly and reach one hand down to grip his wrist as he stretches you out. You push back involuntarily and the motion makes you moan.

“Oh fuck Kai-” Kai cuts you off with a moan of his own. His hands grab your hips.

“Say that again.” His hips give a thrust and his hips meet yours.

“Kai, fuck, move.” Kai growls low in his theist and starts to thrust his hips. You bite your lip, trying to keep your volume to a minimum. Your hand presses hard into the wall as you try to push back more and more into Kai.

“Kai, Kai, oh god Kai.” His fingers move faster over your clit, as it was very apparent neither of you would be lasting long. Kai found your g-spot with ease and soon he was thrusting into it with every move of his hips.

“Kai, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. I’m so close- oh fuck- Kai-” You grip his hand tighter as you get closer, and his fingers speed up.

“I’m close too, come on. Give it to me, Y/n, give it to me.” You open your mouth in a silent moan as you cum, your back arching as his hips continue to move, working you through your orgasm as he approaches his own.

Just as you’re starting to come down from your orgasm he stills inside of you and shudders, his own orgasm rushing through him. You let go of his wrist and sigh, heart still racing but completely satisfied. Kai pulls out of you and you straighten up.

“We should shower.” You say as you turn around and press your back to the wall.

“Yeah, we should.” You take Kai’s hand and pull him towards the bathroom.

There’s no round two in the shower, which is because shower sex is complex and hard to do when you’re tired. So you and Kai opt for just showering and then collecting your clothes off the kitchen floor. You change into pajamas and Kai decides to sleep in his boxers and his shirt. Once in bed, you fall asleep in seconds.

Hoseok Scenario: Rather Mysterious.

Request: Hi 😋 so I was hoping for a Hobi scenario 🙈  where he hears y/n talking with her BFF and he hears something about how she likes guys that are serious and kind of mysterious (but he didn’t know she was talking about anime guys) Then Hoseok starts acting serious and all that for y/n to like him more. P.S: I love your writing so much 😍

Genre: Fluff / Comedy.

Hoseok couldn’t decide if he had arrived at the best or at the worst time. 

You were in your house enjoying a night with friends, and him, Hoseok didn’t mind being around you girls, he’d usually laugh his ass off at your occurrences or exactly the other way around, it was good for you as a couple to be able to feel so comfortable with each other’s friends since some times it was you coming to his house to have a great time with him and the guys, and he knew those troublemakers liked you as much as your friends liked him. So you were in a well build ground on the friends department. 

He liked that, he liked to think that was one of the things that made your relationship so strong and then he heard the voice of your best friend talking and it was like betrayal.

-Come on Y/N, you don’t like them like Hoseok-

He had trusted her, he had given her his good will and showed her his jokes, for what? Was she getting into your head just like that? And how dared her, and you to speak like that so freely? He could go in at any minute. He had just gotten away to go to the bathroom and make a quick call to the manager and when he came back he started to hear this.

Hoseok hid himself against the wall feeling his heart beating faster, he was eavesdropping on your conversation, but then you were talking about him somehow, so he had the right to know.

You laughed making Hoseok frown, you found that funny?

-No I don’t, Hoseok is a different deal-

A different deal? So what? He was like some kind of exception? Hoseok had always thought he was your ideal type, the man you had waited for your whole life, not an exception.

-So how do you really like them Y/N?- your friend continued with that mischievous tone girls used with each other. 

-Well, let’s see…- you started with the same tone. Hoseok usually found it endearing when he heard you like that, but now it was making him annoyed. What was so fun about this? Talking and thinking about other guys, your ideal type. 

Even without wanting it Hoseok tuned in his ears to hear better what you’d say next.

-I like them like… mysterious you know? That type of guy who is a bit aloof and you don’t exactly know what he’s thinking, I don’t know, I think mysterious would be the best way to describe it-

Hoseok gasped under his breath, outraged. If he was sure about something in life was that he was everything but mysterious. And to you he was like an open book, he had really thought you liked that, but hearing this now made him think he had been wrong all this time.

Your friends laughed and you laughed with them, Hoseok’s frown deepened.
He truly liked you, he loved you. And he didn’t want you to bore of him, so he thought about his odds and nodded with determination, if you wanted mystery then mystery you’d get.

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vii. Why can’t the world just chill for a second?

This one was a request from a post I reblogged with a few phrases. Thank you so much for sent it this on! I hope you like it.

Harry lets out a long groan, walking with heavy steps around the living room. You can hear him from your room grumbling and cursing under his breath, and it is so different to the Harry you are used to you that you can’t come back to the book you were reading until minutes ago. Baudelaire can wait as much as you need him to.

Taking off your glasses, you get up from your bed. Harry’s words are still echoing in your head, trying desperately to have an idea of who is he talking to, or what the conversation is about. It must be something serious, as he is deeply affected by it. You know he is angry: he walks a little too fast around the room when something isn’t under his control or he feels helpless. He is so angry that you are sure he must have fire in his eyes… but then a sigh leaves his mouth, and it sounds so broken, so tired that you cannot help it, you’re already on your way to face him.

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Ask my Muse questions about Family!

  • How would you describe your relationship with your parents?
  • Do you want to have children someday? If so, what would you name them? If not, why?
  • If you have siblings, do you get along with them? 
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  • Are you close with any of your aunts/uncles?
  • Are there any distant family members you’re close to? 
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  • How do family reunions usually go?
  • Do you think you would be a good parent? 
  • Is there anyone NOT related to you who you consider to be family?
  • What would you look for in a possible wife/husband? 
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  • How would you describe your relationship with your grandparents? 
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Happy Birthday to nightlock-89!

Originally posted by lazy-mom

Happy, happy birthday to @nightlock-89 from all of us a @everlarkbirthdaygifts! We hope it’s an amazing day for you. To celebrate, @booksrockmyface has written a little something special just for you!

Title: Does Your Mother Know?

Rating: M

Author’s Note: Happiest of days! I hope you like the interpretation of your age gap request. Title comes from the ABBA song of the same name.

Katniss tapped her fingers on the steering wheel at the stoplight.

Peeta reached over and squeezed her leg. “Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“I’m about to introduce my much-older boyfriend to my mother.” She said quickly. “I think there’s plenty to be nervous about.”

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Moon River // Lee Taeyong


the prompt: can you do song based scenario with Taeyong (Moon River-Audrey Hepburn)

words: 1551

category: song fic + fluff

author note: i know this song is about a nice mellow river but i made this scenario about a big, roaring river that keeps two bffs apart from each other. enjoy!
also the ending is cheesy as always don’t say i didn’t warn you.

- destinee

Originally posted by dimplesjae

he’s such a baby i can’t

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anonymous asked:

from the aus to consider: "we live in different countries and got paired up as pen pals for a project for school" bc all my friends are long distance and i'm a sucker for pen pals. ps. i rlly love your fics but i am too Shy™ to come off anon


Dear Bucky,

How are you? My name is Steve. I’m nine and go to school in Brooklyn, New York. Why are you named Bucky? How is Indiana? My teacher says my letter has to be a page long, which is why I am asking so many questions. She also said I could not talk about the Dodger’s last game because you probably didn’t watch it. Can you read my handwriting? My mom says I don’t have good handwriting, which makes me sad. But I do spell really well. Do you speak other languages? I don’t. My mom can speak Spanish and I will start learning Spanish next year. Please write to me and soon. I am excited to talk to someone so far away!



Dear Steve,

Hi, I am good, thank you for asking. I’m Bucky and I live in Moscow, Russia. I am American but my dad works for the government and they moved us here two years ago. I don’t always like it in Russia. I used to live in Indiana. I didn’t watch the Dodgers game because my family roots for the Cubs. They lose a lot. I think you have fine handwriting. I also speak some Russian but not a lot. I mostly can ask questions about where the bathroom is. I have a cat named Milky. She’s white. Do you have any pets? I want to hear from you soon, even though we only had to write the one letter for class. Can you send me a picture? I sent you one of me by a museum in Russia.



So that’s how it starts.


12:00 AM



12:00 AM

Don’t you mean ‘have a very happy eighteenth birthday Steve, light of my life’?


12:01 AM

No, I mean happy birthday America. Don’t put words in my mouth, Steve. We’ve been friends for nine years. You should know better.


12:03 AM

Wow Buck. Thanks for ruining my birthday.


12:04 AM

RUDE. I was just celebrating America’s birthday because that’s where I am. Right now.


12:04 AM



12:05 AM

Aren’t you in St. Petersburg?


12:07 AM

Maybe you wanna come downstairs.

Steve jumps out of bed, legs tangled in his blankets. He nearly trips, but that doesn’t stop him. Steve takes the stairs two at a time, thundering down until he’s in the living room.

And there’s Bucky, standing next to Steve’s mom, beaming.

“Steve, look who’s here!” Sarah Rogers says, grinning as she gestures to Bucky. Her grin turns into a chuckle as she notices that her only son came downstairs in a pair of plaid boxers, a black tank top and bedhead. “Dear, you could’ve put on some pants,” she says.

Steve loves his mom, but he ignores her.

“Bucky?” he asks.

Bucky nods. He’s a little shorter than Steve expected him to be in person. It makes Steve grin.

“Hi Steve,” Bucky says. “Happy birthday.”

It takes Steve about three seconds to close the space between them and wrap Bucky in a huge hug, his leather jacket kind of cool against Steve’s skin.

Bucky chuckles, low and soft next to Steve’s ear. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says.

“I’ve known you forever, jerk,” Steve says, then pulls back a little, just to take Bucky in. “Hi,” he says.

And then Bucky leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s lips. “Hi,” he whispers back.

Steve blinks a few times, surprised. “Buck?” he asks.

“I wanted to wait until I could see you in person,” Bucky says. “You, uh… right?”

“What?” Steve asks, starting to smile.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“You like me,” Steve says.

Bucky nods. “Yeah, I do.”

“I like you, too,” Steve says.

Bucky nods again. “Yeah,” he says. “You do.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Happy birthday Steve,” she says. “I’m going to bed.”

Bucky laughs, then looks over at her. “Thanks for getting me the ticket over here, Mrs. Rogers,” he says.

“It’s no problem. Now you two… have fun.”

Bucky laughs. “We will,” he says, looking back at Steve. His eyes go soft. “We will.”

happy (late) mothers day i guess… anyways, i couldnt sleep so i wrote this at 3 am with @wtfmulder and @edierone in mind. dont worry this will be my last argument pro-this style of scrambled eggs. enjoy. 

“William? Pal? What are you doing?”

“Bill, please, I’ve argued with him a million times over this, it’s Mothers day, please just let him do his thing.”

“But Dana-”

“Bill please, just drop it?”

“Dana, he’s being completely disrespectful to Tara’s cooking,” Bill spoke in a hushed voice as though trying to shield his wife, that sat two feet away, from the argument.

“Bill, it is just a way of eating his breakfast. Better than your son who won’t even touch something unless it’s made out of marshmallow-”

“Now I see where the disrespect comes from-”

“Dana and Bill for goodness sakes, it’s Mothers Day, now sit at the table and stop fighting.” Maggie pounded on the table for emphasis. As mild-mannered as her mother came across, Scully’s intensity was most definitely inherited. It was really the only thing that Bill was truly terrified of in the world. Even Ahab didn’t have power over him like Maggie Scully.

“So, Dana, where’s Fox?” Tara asked, trying to change the subject.

“His flight from Washington got delayed again. He’ll be here really shortly though, the plane nearly just set down.”

“You know you can book tickets in advance, don’t you Dane?” Bill snarled from across the table.

Scully smiled sweetly, though clearly holding back a few choice words for the sake of children in the room. “I have heard about that, Bill, but unfortunately, he was called away to a mandatory meeting for work and this is what we could do.”

“I’d like to have a mandatory meeting with him and discuss res-”

“Bill that’s enough,” Maggie Scully’s voice rang through the dining room. He mumbled something under his breath. Scully wanted to call him out, she wanted to scream for her father to make him stop being an ass, “and sorry Ahab, I meant jerk, not ass”, she wanted to start a full-on food fight like when they were kids, but as Mulder wasn’t there to restrain her, she let her son’s wide blue eyes catching her every move to do it on his behalf.

“Mommy, when’s Daddy getting here?” the syrup stained lips of Will formed a worried pout.

“Oh any minute sweetie.” She pushed back her son’s bangs from his face in an attempt to salvage something of him from the maple face mask he’d been giving himself. Unfortunately, she was too late, and both her hand and William’s hair were unbelievably sticky.

“William? Do you wanna go into the kitchen real quick with me and clean up your face? It’s getting a little sticky and that can’t be fun.” The boy looked very thoughtful and then nodded.

Scully picked her son up and excused themselves to the kitchen to clean up a bit. She set him on the counter, and wet a rag to wipe his face off.


“Yeah, baby?”

“Why is Uncle Bill so mean to Daddy?”

“Oh, honey, you don’t need to be worried about that-”

“I’m not, Daddy’s tough. But why doesn’t Uncle Bill like him?”

“Well… You know how we had to come here on a plane?”

“Yeah,” William giggled, remembering the exciting day he spent pressed up against the tiny window staring at the world below him.

“Well, you know we had to do that because Uncle Bill and Aunt Tara and Matthew live far away?”

He nodded.

“Well, because Uncle Bill lives far away from me and your daddy and you, he never really got to know Daddy, and he didn’t like the idea of me being with someone he didn’t know well.”


“He was just concerned. But the important part is that I love your daddy and Daddy loves me and we both love you and Uncle Bill loves you and it’s Mother’s Day, and even though Uncle Bill has a few issues with my life, we’re all here, and we’re happy, and that’s what matters.”

William smiled up at her, his face now squeaky clean and free of syrup. That state wouldn’t last long, but at least those chubby cheeks wouldn’t crystalize by the end of the brunch.

“Knock knock?” They heard a voice echo through the house.

“Daddy?” Will looked excited, and Scully helped him off the counter to run to his father. Mulder swept William up and held him tight. Will’s giggles echoed throughout the house as Mulder pressed kisses all over his son’s face.








Mulder made eye contact with Scully who had watched the scene play out with a giant smile on her face.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Scully!” Mulder bent over and gave her a quick kiss, cut short by Bill joining the crowd. Scully braced herself for a continuation of the argument earlier, but Bill just reached out his hand and shook Mulder’s free one.

“Fox, good to see you. Good flight?”

“Yeah, thanks Bill.”

“Well, we have a brunch if you’d like.” Scully ignored the light passive-aggression in that statement.

“Wonderful, I hear the eggs are delicious.” William beamed and nodded.

They sat down at the table, Mulder sliding William into his booster seat, and then slipping his hand into Scully’s beneath the waxy table cloth.

“Okay, so I know it’s Mother’s day, and the traditional gift is flowers, but the airport had a very limited selection, and I didn’t have a lot of time, so, ladies, here you go.”

Out of his pocket, Mulder produced three tiny knick-knacks. For Tara, a San Diego magnet that had tulips on it. For Maggie, a shot glass with a pair of flip flops and a few flowers on it.

“Maggie, I know you’ll use that so often, but they literally had one of each left.”

Maggie giggled. “It’s great, Fox, really. It certainly will make me remember the day.”

Mulder laughed, before turning to Scully.

“And for you my dear,” he handed her a keychain with a flower on it. “Thought it was cool.”

Scully smiled at the reference. “Thank you, Mulder.” And she leaned over for a kiss.

“Tara, this is such a beautiful brunch, thank you for hosting.” Mulder said, ignoring Bill’s look of disgust at what just happened with Scully.

“Thank you Fox,” Tara smiled, “William actually helped with the muffins.”


“I stirred,” William confirmed.

“Wow,” Mulder said reaching over and feeling William’s bicep, “I can tell, you’ll be pitching for the Yankees if you keep up the good work.” William giggled as Scully heaped another spoonful of eggs onto his plate.

“Gramma? Can you pass the maple syrup?” Will asked in the sweetest of voices.

“Sure, honey, here you go.” Maggie handed the container to Mulder.

“Tell me when, buddy,” he told William as he drenched his eggs in the amber liquid.

William paused for a few seconds, then said, “when.”

“Mulder would you like some eggs?” Scully asked offering the dish to her partner.


Bill stared at his nephew who was shoveling syrup covered eggs into his tiny mouth. “Seriously, Dane, where the hell did he pick that up-”

“Language.” Tara reprimanded.

“Sorry. But where did he pick up the maple syrup on eggs thing?”

“No idea.” Mulder said between bites.

Bill’s attention turned toward his nemesis who had doused his own plate in syrup and was them into his mouth exactly like his son. 

I really hate the "she became a simple housewife" argument when it comes to the Naruto girls.

It doesn’t matter whether or not they decided to become stay-at-home-moms, it still doesn’t detract from their characters nor their accomplishments and strength. Plus, you can’t forget that Kishi is still a traditional man and Japan is still mostly a traditional place when it comes to household jobs. It was bound to happen whether you like it or not. 

But seriously, with the girls becoming housewives, it hasn’t hurt them any way. Based off the Boruto movie, all of the girls are shown to still kick ass when it comes down to it. 

Sakura: She saved a bunch of people by breaking the metal beam or whatever, and healed Hinata when she went after Naruto. She also most likely took charge of the hospital for all of the injured people during the invasion. SHE STILL KICKED ASS!!! 

Temari: She aided Sakura by blowing the broken beam or whatever away and continued to help evacuate people to safety. The fact that she even had her fan in the first place is saying something! SHE STILL KICKED ASS!!! 

Ino: She helped evacuate people to safety and probably looked after Himawari when Hinata went to try to save Naruto. Ino is still a badass people! SHE STILL KICKED ASS!!! 

Hinata: Protected her daughter through the chaos, probably asked Ino to look after her so she could try to save her husband, off screen confirmed to try to fight Momoshiki and Kinshiki, obviously didn’t win because that spot was meant for her adorkable son, Boruto. Whether people like to admit it or not, Hinata is a badass who always goes after the bigger dudes! SHE STILL KICKED ASS!!! 

Tenten and Karui: Even though Tenten isn’t really a confirmed housewife, and both women weren’t seen much (for Karui, not at all) during the movie, you can bet your bottom dollar that those two did their part in making sure that civilians made it out okay. #NotSeenEvacuationSquad! ALSO, Tenten is part of the Chunin exams so obviously she’s still doing her part! THEY STILL KICKED ASS!!! 

See! So no matter what or how these women are portrayed so far throughout the series, when it comes down to it, they will show you why you should never doubt and dismiss all of their progress that they had made throughout their lives all because they had kids, married the men of their dreams, and became stay-at-home-moms. If anything, they could be used as like a sneak attack weapon against those that don’t know who they are by name or face since everyone seems to think that being a housewife takes away all of your power, strength, progress, skills, etc. 

These women are certified badasses, okay people? 💃

Originally posted by dan-tomlinson

The Good Parent - Part Three

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1685

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by retaliada

Warnings: blood mention, language

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.


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The Three Poisons

‘In the Buddhist teachings, the messy emotional stuff is called klesha, which means poison. There are three main poisons: passion, aggression, and ignorance. We could talk about these in different ways - for example, we could also call them craving, aversion and couldn’t care less. Addictions of all kinds come under the category of craving, which is wanting, wanting, wanting - feeling that we have to have some kind of resolution. Aversion encompasses violence, rage, hatred, and negativity of all kinds, as well as garden-variety irritation. And ignorance? Nowadays, it’s usually called denial.

The three poisons are always trapping you in one way or another, imprisoning you and making your world really small. When you feel craving, you could be sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon, but all you can see is this piece of chocolate cake that you’re craving. With aversion you’re sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon, and all you can hear is the angry words you said to someone ten years ago. With ignorance, you’re sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon with a paper bag over your head. Each of the three poisons has the power to capture you so completely that you don’t even perceive what’s in front of you.

The pith instruction is, whatever you do, don’t try to make the poisons go away. When you’re trying to make them go away, you’re losing your wealth along with your neurosis. The irony is that what we most want to avoid in our lives is crucial to awakening bodhichitta. These juicy emotional spots are where a warrior gains wisdom and compassion. Of course, we’ll want to get out of those spots far more often than we’ll want to stay. That’s why self-compassion and courage are vital. Without loving-kindness, staying with pain is just warfare.’

- Pema Chodron, Comfortable With Uncertainty.

  • Sun: Okay I'm here! What's up you guys?
  • Blake: Thank you Sun for coming.
  • Yang: Yeah Man. You have no idea how important this is to us.
  • Sun: Hey no problem. That's what friend's are for. So What do you need... me... to... *Sun then realized that they are in front of a clinic for artificial Insemination.* ... Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up a second!
  • Yang: Huh?
  • Blake: What's wrong?
  • Sun: Look Blake. Yang. I am flattered and honored that you would think of me for this, really I am. But This isn't something you just spring on a Guy!
  • Blake/Yang: Eh?
  • Sun: I mean I now that you two have wanted kids for a while now but I feel as though you should ask if I was okay with this.
  • Blake/Yang: What?
  • Sun: Don't get me wrong! I would love to help!
  • Blake: Sun.
  • Sun: But If I'm going to help you two make a baby then I have to be in that kids life. As their dad and not an uncle or something.
  • Yang: Sun!
  • Sun: Plus, you don't have to waste money doing it this way. It's not like we haven't had a threesome be-
  • Blake/Yang: SUN!
  • Sun: Huh?
  • Blake: We aren't asking you to be a donor.
  • Sun: You're not?
  • Yang: Yeah man. Sorry to give you a heart attack but I just need you to drive Bumblebee home. *Yang said tossing him her keys.*
  • Sun: Wait Really?
  • Blake: Yes Sun. You are our top pick for donors but we knew you would want to be in the baby's life and we couldn't do that to you since you live so far away. Me and Yang can't drive after our procedures. Which is why Ruby is going to be driving us home afterwards. *Blake explained while pointing to Ruby as she pulled up in her car.*
  • Ruby: Hey Blake. Hey Sis. Hey Sun.
  • Sun/Blake/Yang: Hey Rubes.
  • Sun: So hang on. You are both getting a bun put in the oven then?
  • Yang: No. I'm getting the bun in the oven.
  • Blake: The doctors are going to take one of my eggs along with some of my dna and cerebrospinal fluid to make an artificial sperm.
  • Sun: Oh. That sounds... Painful.
  • Blake: Yes. Yes it does.
  • Yang: We can switch if you want?
  • Blake: No. No. Your sister and Father insist you carry our bundle of joy. *Blake Smiled as she kissed Yang.*
  • Sun: ... SO Yang is going to have a-
  • Yang: Watch it.
  • Ruby: BUDDHA BELLY!! *Ruby cheered hugging her sister, sister in-law, and Friend.*
  • Sun: Okay then I guess I'll be-WHA!? *Sun Started as he started to walk away only for Yang and Blake to pull him back.*
  • Yang: Oh no you don't.
  • Blake: We want you to be here for for emotional support as your future god-daughter coming to be.
  • Sun: ... MY GOD-DAUGHTER!?~ *Sun smiled happily with tears in his eyes.*
  • Ruby: Uh, who is the emotional support here?