worth every hour

IT’S RAINING

Pike, drunk and tearful: Do you know what I do every night?

Grog, emotional: What?

Pike: I sometimes put in my earring, and I have conversations with Scanlan.

Pike: And I know he can’t hear-

Grog, voice unsteady: Well, who talks back?

Pike, blunt but sad: Nobody.

Grog (but also Travis): AAAAAAAAWWW THAT’S AWFUL


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everyone’s suffering and so am I

but especially Sam

look at him

the man is broken

"I had to be more than just a brother, I had to be a father. And I had to be a mother..."

“I was the only one who could stop him from crying by climbing into his crib, even when I was too scared and upset to talk.

I was the one who changed his diapers, and bathed him when Dad was just a shell.

I was the one who walked him to kindergarten on my way to school.

I was the one who made sure he had a lunch to eat, even if it was just a snack. And even if it meant I went hungry.

I was the one who patched up every cut and scraped knee. I was the one who wiped up every tear, and carried him back to the motel via piggyback.

I was the one who told him stories at bedtime, even if I couldn’t fully make out the words myself.

I was the one who helped him learn how to read and write.

I was the one who cooked for him when Dad would take off for days at a time.

I was the one who shared a bed with him after he’d have nightmares. I was the one who held him close and told him that nothing was ever gonna’ happen to him after Dad’s response was to give him a ‘45.

I was the one who stole Christmas presents from the nice house down the street just so Sammy wouldn’t wake up and think that Santa had forgotten him. Again. And I was the one who had to tell him Santa wasn’t real.

I was also the one who told him that monsters were real.

I was the one who rode him to the ER on my handlebars after he jumped from the roof and broke his arm.

I was the one who took care of him when he’d get sick.

I was the one who made sure he had clothes that actually fit him after each of his twelve-billion growth spurts. And I was the one who comforted him after the endless bullying he’d receive at school because those clothes had come from the thrift store.

I was the one who stood up for him every time someone picked on him in school.

I was the one who stole textbooks for him so that he wouldn’t fall behind.

I was the one who had to work an ungodly amount of hours at the garage to earn enough money so we could eat when Dad would spend weeks gone in our teens.

I was the one who scraped together the money for Sammy to go on every field trip his school put on so that he wouldn’t miss out, even if it meant not going on my own and losing class credits.

I was the one who watched him fall deeper and deeper into an ugly pit during his teens when he barely had the motivation to get himself out of bed. I was the one who had to remove meds or anything sharp from the motel, just in case. I was the one who sat awake by his bed every night during that period, panicked that my little brother was going to do something stupid.

I was the one who bought him his first laptop, and the look of pure disbelief and unadulterated adoration was worth every hour of overtime I’d done for the last three months.

I was the one who dropped him off at Stanford after Dad told him not to bother coming back and kicked him to the curb.

And I was the one who spent three years living in constant fear because my little brother was at Stanford all alone.

I did all of that, without anyone having to tell me to. So you look me in the eye, and you tell me if that was fair?”

I want more fics where Stiles is unaffected by Derek’s hotness. Like, real people interact with attractive ppl every day without making a fool of themselves or drooling or doing stupid things. Instead of Stiles being dumb, unable to talk, or immediately falling in love with Derek, I want him to look at Derek, think “wow that guy’s hot,” and then immediately go “that dude is out of my league so moving on.” So, Stiles just treats Derek like he does everyone else.

Derek is really really into Stiles. So, he does everything he can to impress Stiles. He wears tight jeans, tank tops, works out with Scott and Danny in front of him, and takes off his shirt and walks around him front of him. Except…nothing works. Derek never has trouble getting people he wants. He knows he’s hot, and so he works that. Except it’s not working on Stiles.

And Derek is really really confused. Whenever he takes off his shirt or wears his best ass-hugging jeans, Stiles notices, sure. But so does Allison, who’s basically married to Scott, and Lydia, who Derek has overheard screwing Jackson too many times to count for the past couple years. Kira blushes, and Erica - well, Erica may be engaged to Boyd, but she never misses an opportunity to put her hands all over Derek’s sweaty abs and pecs. Danny always fucks him with his eyes, and Parrish stares a little too long, his cheeks a little too pink, and Derek thinks maybe he should hook up with Parrish again just to appease his bruised ego. Because Stiles looks, but then he stops looking because apparently it doesn’t impress him.

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Chapter 9: Visitors; but way more dramatic XD

Please tell me that Green actually sees through her pain, and it hurts to see her smile because he knows, but despite all that she’s still selfless, putting others before herself; showing concern to those around her, even when they don’t

The words “It’s just been so long since I’ve actually been treated like a person.” echoes in his head; how long has it been since she was last shown respect? He had to, he just had to. 


6S1M belongs to @/raccoonsinqueen / @raccoonsinqueen-taxes , check out their fic here~ X3

16 spirk long-fic recs!!

so many kudos to all of these authors; you’re all amazing and it’s incredible that you would share your talent with the fandom like this. writing is difficult but you’ve all created such masterpieces!! thank you!!!

bolded = absolute favorites!!! (although tbh everything on this list is my favorite. so :))

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89; rated E, 93k words

Spock and Jim are stranded on a planet – but Jim’s afflicted by a horrible zombie-esque disease, there are some freaky bugs, and they make friends with a giant lizard warrior. Incredible, perfectly-paced slow-build. And the backstory for the planet is awesome! This is like a legit novel right here.

a sequence that you never learned by annataylor; rated E, 64k words

Jim wants to adopt a Vulcan kid, but he can’t do that unless he becomes a Vulcan citizen. The quickest way to do that is by marrying a Vulcan, and Spock steps up to the plate to help raise the child. This fic is so nice and so sweet, and I really loved reading it.

Obsession by awarrington; rated E, 23k words

Jim pines after Spock, but Spock isn’t available. Which sounds maybe normal and sad – but this one messes with alternate universes and timelines, and the ending had me shook for days.

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The trick is – don’t fall in love.

Long Distance

Word Count: 1670

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers)

feat. the Oilers

Warning/s: light swearing, anxiety

Originally posted by puckducky

Airports were not your thing.

Being stuck in a wave of angry business people and tourists that didn’t understand a word. Almost getting trampled if you dared to move just a little slower than the person behind you. Those hectic people were not something you aspired to be. That’s why you didn’t like flying that much.

But flying is a stupid thing to dislike if your boyfriend lives on the other end of Canada. To you it felt like the other end of the world anyway, having to fly every time you wanted to see him was really not something you liked.

But Connor was worth it. Every four-hour flight from Toronto to Edmonton, only to stay for a weekend and then fly back because of school. Every screaming child, every turbulence. Even that one time you got stuck at the airport because of a blizzard and had to email your professor.

“Y/n!”

You whipped around at the sound of your name being called, only to be met with the excited smile of your boyfriend. And just like that, every thing you were mad about at the airport was gone. You just took right off, dropped your back when you were in a close enough proximity and leaped into his arms.

Connor stumbled a step back but he caught you. He rested his arms around your waist at the same time as your’s wrapped around his neck. You had missed him so much, you just wanted to stand there forever, take in his warmth and the way his body felt against yours. Your heart was beating twice as fast as it should, your body basically trembling out of excitement.

“Oh my gosh, I missed you so much.”, you breathed, only then pulling away to look at him.

“I missed you too babe. It’s been definitely too long.”

Without wasting any more time, Connor closed the gap between the two of you and pulled you into a kiss. He was right, it had been way too long since you had last been able to physically kiss him. Your semester was literally hell and you couldn’t make it out to Edmonton for a little more than two months.

“Still down with the plan?”, he smiled after you separated.

You nodded, although the nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach was trying to keep you from it. “Yep. I’m gonna officially attend a game.” He didn’t have to know that you weren’t sure about it.

Of course, you had been at games before, but you never sat with the other WAG’s in the suite. You always sat alone. Not because Connor didn’t want you to meet them but because your anxiety was acting up. You felt like throwing up when you just thought about the situation. A room full of breathtaking beautys that all had more confidence than you, was something your anxiety saw as a threat. And for once you actually agreed with your anxiety.

Connor noticed how tense you were. “Don’t worry. I know that you like meeting new people even less than I do. You don’t have to befriend them. Just sit there. Try it out.”, he muttered reassuringly.

His words made you laugh against your will as you remembered the words of one of your close friends. “Marns is right. We are an awkward couple.”

“Yep. But I love you.”

“I love you too.”


So turns out airports were better than you thought. At least better than a full WAG’s suite. You came a little earlier than you had to, just to avoid missing anything because your Uber was stuck in traffic. And by the time you arrived, the room was already full.

The women in there were gathered in small groups, scattered across the suite. Some were sitting at the bar, some were gathered around the small tables and there were also women in the back from where you could look down onto the rink.

That’s all you could tell from the doorway. You took a deep breath and made a step forwards so you wouldn’t end up turning around and leaving.

As soon as you went in, at least ten pairs of eyes were staring at you. Wow. Some of them were all dressed up. Should you have put on different clothes than your simple shirt and jeans? You felt weirdly plain as your eyes quickly scanned the room.

You were totally overwhelmed by the situation. Your throat was dry, tongue stuck in your mouth.

Should you say something?

But what?

You were stopped in your thoughts when a woman that wasn’t as dressed up as some of the others came over to you. She had been sitting on the balcony by the rink, and from the smile on her face, she seemed very nice.

“Hi! I’m Lauren, Jordan Eberle’s fianceé. You must be Y/n. Connor literally doesn’t stop talking about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”, she introduced herself.

“Hi.”, you answered, unsure of what else to do. But Lauren didn’t need anything more from you. She just kept smiling at you and led you out to the balcony, where she had been sitting with a different woman.

“Kelly, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Kelly Talbot. Cam’s wife.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Kelly smiled at you and exchanged a grin with Lauren. “Dear Lord, Leon wasn’t lying when he said you were just as shy as Connor. Don’t worry dear. We won’t bite.”, she chuckled, “Why don’t you sit with us? Let us get to know you a little better?”

You nodded quietly and slipped into the seat next to Lauren with a quiet “Thank you.”

You couldn’t help but feel at ease with them, as they started asking questions about you, how you’d met Connor (Thanks, Mitchell) and how your classes were going. Connor told them a lot more about you than you would’ve imagined. They kept the conversation up even after the game started, although you were all too focused on the game to say much.

The three young woman behind you didn’t seem to be into the game that much though. The other WAGs didn’t seem to be as happy to meet you as Lauren and Kelly were. They kept whispering behind you, sometimes even dropping your name. But the three behind you seemed to be the ones that didn’t like you the most.

“Hey, you.”, one of them said. You felt addressed and turned around, to look at her and her two companions as they watched you with confusion and obvious disgust on their faces.

“Oh, ehm…Hi, I’m Y/n.”, you introduced yourself.

“Great. So you’re Connor’s girl, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s me.”, you answered, a little unsure how to interpret the tone in her voice.

She nodded slightly before she turned around to the blonde chick next to her. “Well, at least we know why Connor kept her away from here until now.”, she snickered.

Okay, that was just mean. There was no doubt she meant her comment in a negative way. And her words had the effect she wanted. You turned back to the ice, trying your best not to acknowledge the feeling of your stomach turning upside down.

The blonde she had talked to only giggled at her voice. A high-pitched schoolgirl giggling that made you want to dig your nails into your legs as she spoke. “She’s not as pretty as his Ex. Probably just a rebound. But I heard she’s from Toronto, so I don’t see why he would care about her being pretty if she isn’t even here most of the time.”

You noticed that Kelly and Lauren were both looking at you, as you kept your gaze on the ice. You would not give her the triumph of making you cry or leave. You were there because of Connor. Not because you wanted to be accepted by her.

But next time you would definitely sit alone again.

“Come on, she’s not that ugly. If you’re into the ordinary ‘doesn’t try at all’ type of girl. And they’re long distance. It’s a joke.”, the third girl giggled.

Kelly whipped around. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the death glare she was sending those girls. The mother of two had enough of listening to their bullshit. They were treating you unfairly. “Maddie, are you aware that no one here is interested in listening to your bitching? So it would be very nice of you to shut up now.”, she snapped.

“Don’t take their words too seriously. They’re basically puck bunnies. Odds are you won’t see them again next time you’re in Edmonton.”, Lauren whispered calmly next to you. “And from what Connor told us about you, you’re going to be here a lot. Don’t let those childish comments get to you.”

You actually managed to turn around to her, a small smile on your face.

“Thank you, Lauren.”

“No problem. You have to give me your number! Next time you’re coming to visit, we should hang out.”, she grinned excitedly.

Kelly held out her phone to you, taking you by surprise. “I need the number too. We could let the boys babysit the kids and go out.”


You smiled as Connor said goodbye to his teammates and came over to you.

He scanned over your face for a second, trying to assess how the evening went. “And?”, he asked carefully.

“I’m not going to sit alone at games anymore.”, you announced proudly. You had actually made it through the evening without leaving.

Connor leaned in to peck your lips before he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door. But before you could leave, Lauren and Jordan passed you.

“Don’t you dare hide that girl again, McDavid!”, Lauren threatened playfully.

She sent you a wink before she was gone, causing Connor to chuckle lightly.

“I have a feeling I’ll regret talking you into making friends. Now I have to share you.”

“Probably. But I’m all your’s.”

Vernon the Idol

-Vernon x reader, slight smut-

Word Count: 1,501

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

He usually took you to the mall. Not particularly because you wanted to go, but because that was all he could do in the time he had squeezed into his busy schedule for you. After their debut the company had started working Vernon and his group more than ever, especially recently, and now your time with him had been cut down to an hour or so a week, but it was worth it, every hour you spent with him was amazing. You understood that being an Idol meant a lot of work, a lot of practice and promotion and planning and creation, but he was tired, you could see it whenever you saw him and in his texts as they came to you at 5 in the morning while he was up working in the studio. He didn’t complain though, so you didn’t say anything even though it hurt you to see his exhaustion and stress. You had met him in his trainee days, when there was still work, but he seemed more relaxed about it. He seemed tenser now, although that might also have to do with the fact that you two hadn’t had sex in a while, because of his schedule and you having to meet him at his studio, and the two of you never found yourself with any alone time, he was either working or surrounded by his group members, there had been no getting him alone for weeks. 

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First things first, this is my spirit talking. I am not really here. I have died.

I have so many things I want to say and I don’t really know where to begin. It’s been a very long day but it was worth every hour spent standing with people pushing all over the place.

Let me just say that I had never seen Harry from so up close - we were in the third row, and throughout the length of the whole concert, and still now, I cannot wrap my head around how beautiful Harry is. Pictures don’t make him justice at all. The only word I could think whilst looking at him is etheral.

That said, the concert was an out of body experience. Harry was clearly enjoying himself, making jokes and being a dork, but he was also nervous, especially at the beginning.

He sang flawlessly every single song and said a few bts news about his songs, what they are about, who he wrote them with, and where. He took the time to introduce his band and the crowd went crazy when Sarah Jones was introduced. She was also wearing a glittery pink shirt and Harry said ‘and yes, that is my shirt’. I love him so much.

He interacted with the crowd a lot and made a few jokes with us. He was always making sure we were okay and stopped for a minute when a fan was feeling unwell and had to be taken away. He is so careful.

HE CALLED US HIS ‘FRIENDS’ and my heart burst. He also said that he did his first stage dive last week and it was nothing as glamorous as he expected.

Kiwi and Only Angel are two jems and had us all jumping like crazy. Same with Stockholm Syndrome. Harry was so happy and amazed that we knew all the lyrics already. 

Sign of The Times live is a mystical experience. I was facetiming @zapboobear during that song and there is one bit, when the rhythm starts to get faster, that I genuinely felt like I was going to pass out because it was /that/ good. The energy, the voice, Harry’s passion… I am absolutely speechless. 

This concert genuinely was one of the best experineces of my life. I am beyond proud of Harry and I wish him so, so well. He deserves the world. He is a talented boy with a heart of gold to whom should be handed the world.

anonymous asked:

Hi! if you're still accepting radmond requests, maybe do something where raymond does something so sweet and romantic that rad just goes all speechless?? Thank you for accepting requests, and have a lovely day!!

(Of course Anon! I’ll always take requests, especially those of the Radmond nature. of course, it might take me a whole day to actually reply but)


Rad wasn’t the type to ever fall silent or be at a loss for words, even when others would be. He always had something to say, some little quip to add so he could provide a bit of comedic relief. Of course, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be caught with anything to say. He was a cool guy, sure, but he was still a person. And hey, sometimes people just don’t know what to say, you know? Still, for the most part, Rad wasn’t the kind of guy to ever stop talking. Enid and KO knew this about him very well, though the two had entirely different opinions on that aspect of Rad’s personality.

While Enid would roll her eyes, sigh dramatically, and make a big show of not paying attention to Rad, KO was the opposite. He’d follow Rad around the store like a tiny puppy, listening intently to whatever tall tale the alien happened to be spinning at that moment. Yes, Rad was much more familiar with leaving someone speechless, whether it was out of exasperation or awe. In fact, he was so used to being the one to leave others speechless, he’d practically forgotten how it felt to have his brain turn to mush and his tongue tie into several complicated knots. That is, until one slow Monday morning…

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So @therealjacksepticeye I need to say thank you with everyone else.
You might not get to see my little package of notes, and the little presents/note I have wrapped inside as well, for a little while so I’m trying my best.
Thank you so much,
It was a wonderful experience and it was the first time I’ve ever seen you in person (and unfortunately might be the last because I can’t often afford tickets or rides to places). But let me tell you, you made it worth it. You made standing in line for 6 hours worth every minute and second. The moment I saw you I had a smile 10 miles wide and I haven’t smiled like that for a good year or so. Your joy translates through videos pretty well but when I’m sitting 3 feet from you it was absolutely, overwhelmingly contagious. The show ran so well, even as the very first one! You did so good, Jack, and I’m sure every person who saw your show in Chicago will agree.
Also I only cried like the whole time no big deal. The themes and pacing of the show where well plotted out, the ideas where executed amazingly. (I feel a little bad for Vernon, that was a lot of hands and I think I saw fear on his face for a moment but he did great too) I lost my voice from how much talking I did before the show and the amount of screaming I did during. Teach me your ways, from one leprechaun to another (I have the vocal speed down at least).
As you warned there was a little bits of technical errors and a little fumbling but you never failed to make it funny. Your improv was wonderful and the combined effort from everyone on your team to make the show great payed off to wrap everything to the theme.
I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us next, Jack, you’ve done great things and I’m sure you will do more.
Ps, all those little notes in the bag are from people who stood in line to see you that day, from everyone. You mean a lot to all of us Jack, thank you again on their behalf.