would have been so lost without them

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?

potential angst starters
  • “please don’t forget”
  • “you know you should have stayed”
  • “you’re cold on the inside”
  • “there’s a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart”
  • “you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love”
  • “i know that you can’t hear me anymore”
  • “it’s so loud inside my head”
  • “i haven’t been all that you could have hoped for”
  • “if you held on a little longer, you would have more reasons to be proud”
  • “i talk to the shadows hoping you might be listening”
  • “how can i say this without breaking?”
  • “i loved and i lost you”
  • “i don’t want them to know the way i loved you”
  • “i don’t think they would accept me”
  • “your heart fits like a key”
  • “it’s so quiet here”
  • “you said that you weren’t alone”
  • “you still owe me a reason”
  • “i act like i don’t fucking care”
  • “maybe you’re too good for me”
  • “lately colors seem so bright”
  • “i can’t admit that you’ve got all the strings and know how to tug them”
  • “losing you was something i always did so well”
  • “i don’t do anything anymore”
  • “sorry, i nearly lost my head”
  • “this feeling i dread, it makes me wish i was dead”
  • “i’ll be alone instead, i don’t need anyone in this bed”
  • “i come home on my own”
  • “i don’t care if i don’t look pretty”
  • “big girls cry when their hearts are breaking”
  • “i’m in pain”
  • “she gives me toothaches just from kissing me”
  • “i didn’t care much how long i lived”
  • “heaven and hell were words to me”
  • “i need to feel your hands upon my face”
  • “words can be like knives. they can cut you open”
  • “i think i might have inhaled you”
  • “i can feel you flowing in me”
  • “i miss you more than i thought i would”
  • “i never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleed”
  • “i’ll love the world like i should”
  • “the blood on my hands scares me to death”
  • “you took a chance and you took a fall for us”
  • “my love, look what you can do”
  • “i know in peace you’ll go. i hope relief is yours”
  • “was i selfish again? well, i can’t help that”
  • “i pour my heart out on the ice and everyone’s watching but you”
  • “i can’t see you, you can’t see me”
  • “everybody’s watching but you, and i don’t think i want them to”
  • “there’s a bitter storm inside of me”
  • “i do it all for you”
  • “it’s all gone to shit, it’s out of our hands”
  • “if you’re searching for us, you’ll find us side by side”
  • “as long as we’re going down, baby you should stick around”
  • “does any of this love exist or is this just a fire keeping out the cold?”
  • “memories never lie”
  • “tell me that i’m right”
  • “your tired, unfamiliar face says it all”
  • “even though we all grow old, love will never die”
  • “that was long ago”
  • “i used to call you my own, my dear”
  • “now you’re lost and i am drunk alone”
  • “when you said your last goodbye, i died a little bit inside”
  • “if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”
  • “our love was made for movie screens”
  • “i tried to be someone else for you”
  • “i thought that i loved you, but we weren’t love”
  • “there was something that was not there”
  • “i can sleep forever these days”
  • “i believe in anything that brings you back home to me”
  • “there is no distraction to mask what is real”
  • “now you’ll be missing from the photographs”
  • “in my thoughts, you’re far away”
  • “i can picture you so easily”
  • “what’s gonna be left the world if you’re not in it?”
  • “every minute of every hour, i miss you more”
  • “it’s such a shame we have to see them burn”
  • “i’ve lost control of all of my senses”
  • “put me in my place”
  • “i can’t help but think of you”
  • “it’s always been just you and me”
  • “and i’ll hold in these hands all that remains”
  • “i don’t want to rest in peace, i’d rather be the ghost that annoys you”
  • “hold me in your arms”
  • “don’t listen to your friends, they only care once in a while”
  • “it’s pulling me back”
  • “when you go home, everything looks different”
  • “i wish you would tell me how you really feel”
  • “when you leave me, you take away everything”
  • “that’s not our deal”
  • “i want you so much”
  • “i want to go back to the first time, the first place”
  • “my heart is open like a door, but i don’t trust you like before”
  • “you came and took me by surprise”
  • “maybe one day you’ll be the one, but until then…”
  • “now i’m fucked up and i’m missing you”
  • “please just look me in my face and tell me everything’s okay”
  • “i’ll never be like you”
  • “absolve me of my sins, won’t you?”
  • “it hurts me everytime i see you”
  • “i hate that i love you”
  • “you want her, you need her, and i’ll never be her”
  • “do you miss me like i miss you?”
  • “wedding bells were just alarms”
  • “you said you wouldn’t but you fucking did”
  • “i guess this is moving on”
  • “you don’t care, you never did”
  • “you don’t give a damn about me”
  • “you’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope”
  • “if you’re looking for love, know that love don’t live here anymore”
  • “i don’t want to see you go, i just want to see you smile”
  • “tell me that now is not the end”
  • “if you’re trying to find pity, then you need to look somewhere else”
  • “i’m a first class let down”
  • “how did it come to this?”
  • “love is a polaroid- better in picture but never can fill the void”
  • “if it’s broken then it can be fixed”
  • “all you need is time”
  • “we promised the world we’d tame it”
  • “i wonder what keeps us so high up”
  • “could there be a love beneath these wings?”

Ok but do people really not understand that the accords would have happened whether Tony signed or not??

It’s BASIC lawmaking: whether you like a particular piece of legislation or not, if it has passed, it WILL be implemented.

If the Avengers didn’t sign, and continued to work in any country without governmental approval and people died in the process, then they would have been labeled as international terrorists.

Every government would have gone after them, and, eventually, after COUNTLESS of human lives lost, the avengers would have been subdued.

Like when Tony says “or worse will be done to us” HE’S NOT JOKING.

These people have been working without any supervision: that won’t fly with any government.

So, regardless of whether you are pro accords or not, the fact remains that the Avengers NEEDED to compromise or face thousands of losses.

How can people honestly say Steve’s actions weren’t selfish, when he’s aware of this??

Angst questions

Yeah so um I decided to make an oc ask meme based around angst. Some of these I came up with myself, others are from other ask memes and I just picked the angsty ones so here goes:

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

2. Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it?

3. Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them?

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

9. Is the character a victim of abuse?

10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character?

11. What are your character’s coping mechanisms?

12. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

13. What does it take to make your character cry?

14. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

15. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

16. What are your character’s vices and bad habits?

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not?

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? what would they say they are?

19. What is your character insecure about?

20.  What was something they struggled with greatly and how did they overcome it?

21. Does your character have anyone that they really care about, to the point that they would give their life for them? If so, who are they and what is your character’s relation to them? If not, do they wish they did? Is there anyone they wish they could build such a relationship with?

22. If they could change just one thing about themselves, what would it be?

23. Is your character more physically or emotionally strong? Why is this?

24. What is your character’s most important possession? Why?

25. Do they find that they care what others think of them? Or do they not really mind how others view them?

26. What, in your character’s life, puts the most pressure on them?

27.  What would be the worst way to die, in your character’s opinion?

28. What is your character’s greatest strength?

29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?

30. What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?

Try to get rid of me in an overseas big city? We'll get rid of you instead.

(long story. tl;dr at the end)


Back in 2011 me and my immediate family traveled to Saudia Arabia for Umrah, or what’s known as the lesser pilgramage. You visit Makkah, make rounds around the Kaabah, pray with all your heart and soul, you get the picture. My dad and I were excited because we were all about going on a spiritual journey and casting away the problems of the world - but as it turns out, some problems just wouldn’t leave us.

As soon as we landed in Jeddah’s airport, our plan was to take a taxi to Makkah and get the Umrah done while we were still gung-ho about God. However, we were instead diverted to our relatives’ house in Jeddah, where we discovered that 4 or 5 of my mothers’ relatives and their families had gathered up and spontaneously crashed in my grandfather’s house for one giant family reunion. Naturally, my dad and I, as well as my maternal grandfather, were really upset over this development as my mom’s side of the family is full of … for the lack of a more polite word, the shady folks. Most of them I was on good terms with, but once I realized that my least favorite Uncle and Aunt had come with the crew, my enthusiasm just deflated like a balloon.

Keep reading

  1. Kun has a personal weibo and uses it actively to like things and hasn’t had that deactivated or been punished by sm for it. so maybe sm are loosing up on their rules, because they’ve treated their idols like crap in the past and lost a lot of idols because of it
  2. None of the NCT members have seemed upset or disheartened recently. Especially considering that Hansol has known these guys for a really long time and has been through a lot with them, you would expect them to have a reaction. Johnny and Jaehyun have jus managed to do a radio show without seeming upset at all? And Yuta has seemed smiley and okay as well
  3. He’s been spotted with them recently and if he has or is leaving sm it wouldn’t happen in a day. it takes a very very long time. so considering he has been spotted with the rest of them recently and they’ve been talking about him, it doesnt seem like he’s left.
He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
     But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
      We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
     And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
     He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
—  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.
Bts losing an argument

I’m back!! thank you all for the wonderful feedback from my first post!

 this was requested by @m-a-da-l-i-c-e, “ Hi, I was hoping that you Gould make BTS react to losing an argument with their S/O I loved your first react🎀 “

  thnx for requesting love ♡

seokjin- After such a long day, all Seokjin wanted to do was relaxed but as soon as he got home he couldn’t believe his eyes. His entire living room, a mess. And you were there in the middle of it, crying. He knew exactly what happened, you must have tried to clean the room but instead you made a mess. And you had the nerve to lie about it.

 “Seokjin i’m telling you, a bird flew in here and messed this place up!” 

He scoffed,“Well, where did the bird go then huh?”

Right at that moment a dove flew past his head outside the window and he didn’t even know how to react to this unlikely situation. With a small smile he said  “Found him..”

Originally posted by fawnave

yoongi- You called for the 6th time today and Yoongi was so done with you, that he turned off his phone and took some time to himself. However he only got 20 minutes of rest when he heard the studio door opening and your voice shouting at him. You were doing this intentionally. He was so stressed with the comeback and he just knew that you were doing this to make him mad. 

“How can you accuse me of not loving you? I do fucking everything for you!” He screamed, way too mad to even care about his tone. 

“If you love me so much, why don’t you come home to me? Why don’t you care about me?” you shouted, just a bit louder. And that’s when Yoongi just froze, he was speechless. Too stubborn to admit to his mistake, he just stood there.

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

namjoon- “No no, i swear to god Rihanna wrote Diamonds herself!”

 Namjoon was so sure of himself. The two of you were in the car when diamonds came on and you told him that Sia actually wrote this song. Namjoon laughed in response because he was 100% certain that Rihanna wrote it. 

“Wanna bet? Whoever’s right buys the other one dinner.” you smirked. After a quick google search, the truth was revealed…. and you were right. (ofc) Namjoon looked at you with a defeated look and held his chest dramatically. You playfully hit him as you continued singing loudly.

Originally posted by ksjknj

hoseok- “Hey babe? Can you give back my headphones now?” Hoseok asked. While trying to gather his stuff as quickly as possible. He has a concert and that means that he has to be in the car for over 2 hours and he wasn’t looking forward to the silence.

“I need them today, so i would appreciate you giving them back.” You calmly told him that you didn’t have them and that he probably lost them. You were busy with work so you couldn’t have had them. But Hoseok was convinced. “Listen okay, I really don’t want to get mad at you but don’t play these stupid games with me.” he said, his tone hostile. 

Hoseok left without his headphones and you were so hurt that he didn’t believe you. When Hoseok got in the car he saw what he had been missing, his headphones. Feeling guilty, he called you to ask for your forgiveness.

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

jimin- His eyes were starting to water as he read the article. His everything was seen kissing a guy on his cheek whom he’d never seen before. The article mentioned that you had been close with him for months. “Don’t even bother to come home.” he texted you, and he called up his friends so that he could forget you. 

Jimin was absolutely wasted when he saw you sitting in front of your shared apartment. “We need to talk.” you said with a firm tone.

 Jimin scoffed as he started shouting at you about how you betrayed him. “He’s my brother you asshole!” you screamed while holding up your phone which showed a baby picture of the two of you. Jimin calmed down and begged for your forgiveness.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

taehyung- He was so confused, How could you not want kids? They were cute sweet and most of all, they were a mix of him and the person he loved the most. However you would not budge and you kept telling him that you didn’t have the time or the right mindset for children.

“Okay, but what about in like a year?” He asked once again. You didn’t want to get mad but you had to be in order to get your point across. “Listen Kim Taehyung, in the end it’s my body and i have to push out a child so it doesn't matter that you really want them, its my choice!” you looked at him but you couldn’t read his face very well. After a few minutes of silence he spoke with genuine regret “You’re absolutely right, i’m so sorry for pushing you.”

Originally posted by toughchim

jungkook- This was the third night that Jungkook wasn’t in bed with you. He’d run in to get his stuff, kiss you on the cheek and run out. You were so fed up with him and you decided to call him. 

“Hello?” You could clearly hear people laughing in the background. “Hey it’s me, i was just wondering if you’ll be home tonight, I really miss you” your eyes began to water. He responded with a short “don’t know” and hung up. 

You felt betrayed, neglected and unloved. you decided to text him. “Jungkook, i have trouble telling you how i feel so ill do it quickly. I can’t keep waiting for you to come home and I’ve been considering leaving, however i end up staying every time because i love you, and i know you love me too i just wish you’d show it a bit more. Sleep well x

The next morning you woke up to Jungkook sitting at the foot of your bed. He had tears in his eyes just kept saying sorry over and over again. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Newcomers Pt 9

Pt 9

Communication with the Gal was strictly forbidden by the Alliance High command, when Humanity had inquired as to why they simply said that the Gal’s communicated by a telepathic link that could kill instantly. The Humans though, ever the curious ones and suspicious ones did not quite believe the Elong who seemed to hold the majority of the power in the Alliance. So in secret they captured a number of Gal in an attempt to study and communicate. Some of what the Elong said was true although exaggerated, the Gal’s telepathic nature when directed at a Human caused intense headaches and mild hallucinations. Painful and frightening but hardly fatal. Many put this down to Humanity odd resilience to various things the other races in the Alliance were not. Somewhat it was true but no other race really every tried to speak to the Gal and it would seem that not even the Humans could connect their minds with them. But, unlike the other races, Humanity had many forms of communication, speech alone was a very small part of how they communicated, there was tone, emphasis on various words, what context they were used in, who was speaking, who was present, gestures, facial expression, stance and countless more. But also, sign language. The Gal’s body was mainly a collection of tentacles and they could easily mimic the shape of a Human hand. They picked up on it quickly and soon were having whole conversations, what they told the Humans was worrying.

The Gal were genetically engineered and created by the Elong centuries ago to be their army, they serve faithfully but mainly because the Elong had the Nerve, which is what bound them all together. Without it they would be lost and mindless, in a sense the Gal had no individuals, they shared memories and experiences, they were all the Nerve and the Nerve was all of them. After so long of the Gal being used as slave warriors the Nerve executed it’s own escape and fled into the void. The Alliance having lost their army found a new race, the Benemar to be their army and they hunted them down. But that was not all, Humanity had been told that the Alliance forbid the ownership of other sentient creatures as property. The wording was the key, the Alliance could simply classify a race non sentient and conquer their world and enslave the population.

The Gal, being very empathetic sought their freedom and launched raids into Alliance territory, mainly to keep their attention away from the many other sentient races that surrounded the Alliance’s boarders. But Humanity’s appearance had been a game changer, the Gal could overwhelm the Benemar with their great numbers unless they were heavily dug in. The Humans though could not only best a Gal but a great many before they were slain.

This revelation of the Gal’s true nature came shortly before the liberation of Remer with the Humans and Gal had been in negotiations for some time as the Humans wished to verify the Gal’s accusations. It was not to hard to find, Chamo troops who wore heavily advanced armour that could make them almost invisible infiltrated the Alliances core worlds, worlds Humanity had so far been not allowed to visit. What they found appalled them the Alliance was no grand state that protected it’s members, it enslaved them. Worse yet, documents were found that betrayed their future plans. They were trying to start a war between the Benemar and the Humans so that the Humans could take their place as enslaved soldiers of the Allaince. This was the final straw, slavery was something Humanity cannot and will not tolerate on any level. Their leaders flew into a rage at this revelation, by this time the Benemar were about to besiege Terra and with a simple yes the alliance between the Gal and the Humans was formed. The Elong and their own “Alliance” would feel retribution.

“Gal?!” captain Clerk exclaimed “Really?” he was speaking to the Admiral over the com, a Gal was also present on the screen.

“We are ready to bring the Elong to justice and to fight alongside Humanity” the Gal signed, all Humans knew sign language as it was taught to them all growing up.

“And you are sure this information on the Elong is correct” Clerk asked.

“I too have my reservations” Captain Kiev added his own voice.

“It has all been verified by our special forces, we have been lied to” Admiral Winston said.

“Then what about the rest of our fleets” he asked “And I assume this is not all of your ships?” he said addressing the Gal.

“Our fleets are joining more Human fleets and gathering on the boarder” he signed.

“If the Admiral if happy with this arrangement then I shall protest no further”

“Well then” Clerk said satisfied himself, shall we burn Bento Prime”

“Race you to the surface” the Gal joked and signed the motion for laughter which made Clerk smile, he suddenly felt very guilty over the battle on Remer where he and his soldiers had killed a great many of them. Oddly though the Gal felt no anger towards the Humans about this or about any of the battles they had against each other. Humans and Gal may not be able to link minds but the Gal were very empathic and could sense the feelings of others often better than they themselves could. They knew that the Humans were truly guilty over what they had done and angry at being manipulated. The Gal knew exactly how they felt.

The fleets began their approach to Bento Prime and the trio of High chiefs all quite literally shit themselves.

The first waves were of bombers and fighter craft they probed the Benemar defences testing their reaction times and trying to find weaknesses. The Gal and their organic based ships would fire seeds which carried their warrior caste Gal. The Humans had been quickly briefed on the nature of the Gal and their different sub species. There were artillery Gal, that were full of combustible chemicals that they could fire over great distances from a cannon like muscle on their backs, These were some of the largest of their kind. Next were the guard Gal, they were not as big as the artillery but their armour was far greater they had huge shields about their heads that could absorb incoming fire as was their role in battle. They were quite effective but once the Gal encountered the Humans found themselves rather useless, the Humans rifles could not penetrate their armour but Humans were just as or even more deadly than Gal at close quarters where their main advantage lies. Next were the grunt Gal, these were the common foot soldier and numbered in the millions, they had little to no ranged capabilities but with their many tentacles, even more so than the others they could overcome most opponents if not by themselves then with force of numbers.

The Gal sent forth their seeds alongside the Human fighters and bombers and the Benemar defences opened up, they had done their preparations well and in the opening volley hundreds of Human craft were shot down and many more Gal seed pods each containing dozens or more Gal.

The fleet came in closer to bring more of their guns to bare and to give their craft more cover fire, now the platforms were torn between engaging the fleet or the incoming craft and pods. This paid off as the Gal seeds impacted the platforms and stations and began slaughtering their crews.  Human soldiers did not like boarding actions and was often considered a major weakness and that they were timid in fleet battles. The main reason was really a simple one, they did not like entering enclosed hostile spaces, this did not mean they wouldn’t but they would only do so really if they had at least some knowledge of the ships interior. Since that information was not present to them the Gal took the lead on boarding actions.

“All forward gun concentrate fire on the central station” Admiral Winston ordered his ships. The central station was the largest one in the formation and it’s destruction would open a sizeable hole in their defences. The ships then began to converge and direct their fire towards it, it had a spectacular array or heavy guns for fighting battleships but against the smaller fighter and bombers it was found wanting and the Humans bombers reaped a bloody toll on it’s systems.

But it was still a vastly powerful station and it opened up it’s weaponry onto the approaching fleet. It main cannons struck a number of the Gal’s central ships that helped the Gal keep contact with on another through the Nerve. They became disoriented and the Humans moved to help protect these ships.

The stations third weapons array fell first, destroyed by a bomber that got through the stations fighter defence. It had now lost a quarter of it’s fire power, without the array the guns could not aim and would fire blind and hit lord knows what. But they fired anyway and some lucky hits were scored. By the time the fleet was within optimal fire range the Human fleet had lost 6 ships and Gal had lost 11. One of the Human losses came when a shell from the station hit it’s engine and it flew helplessly into another ship.

Finally it was struck by boarding seeds and the Gal began flooding the station, the Humans halted fire so as not to kill their new allies but the Gal told them it was okay, they do not see death as a problem as their minds would be reborn into another body by the Nerve.

The Gal flooded the corridors and rooms of the station, the Benemar fought back as hard as they could but the Gal’s biology meant they were perfectly fitted for this enclosed combat. This along with the fleet continuing to fire meant the station was about to fall.

The Benemar defence fleet tried to intervene but were kept away by Kiev’s fleet which was although smaller was blocking the approached with expertly aimed and timed volleys. Clerk was performing a flanking manoeuvre on the other end of the defences, somehow he had manged to get his ships behind them and thus out of range. The defence platforms were large and heavy things, even in the void moving them was difficult and sometimes clumsy so Clerk was managing to pick them off with minimal losses.

The High Chiefs could do nothing but watch as their defences that had been built up for over a century were picked apart one by one. As a whole the defence grid would be considered unbreakable to a single attacker but the combination of the Gal and Humans and how their forces oddly seemed to compliment each other meant that the defence platforms could not as effectively repel them. Across Bento Prime the Benemar began to prepare, this time they would not let the Humans swarm across the planet like last time. This time they would slaughter them as they touched Benemar soil.

The dug their ditches to hinder the Gal and build gun points inside cliffs and on open fields to destroy the approaching Humans, a lot of it was guess work as these two armies had never worked together. How will they attack? Separately letting one army go forth first then one from the other? Or combine their armies which was unlikely as their forms of fighting were different.

The salves were all locked in their pens but some remarked how oddly calm but they quickly dismissed it as below their concerns what their slaves think.

On the horizon the Benemar froze as they saw balls of flame hitting the ground, some thought it was meteors or falling debris. But those who were wiser saw them for what they were. Gal seeds and Human pods.

The invasion had begun.

Caught Off Guard // Im Jaebum (M) (AU!)

Originally posted by jitonic

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut, Officer!Jaebum, Dom!Jaebum

Summary; After stealing an expensive bracelet with the intentions of pawning it for cash, you get arrested by the malls security officer - and you offer him a deal he can’t refuse.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut - rough sex, handcuffs, general behaviour that you would actually go to jail for so please do not aTTEMPT THIS AT HOME YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm new to the fandom and was wondering if you could rec me some sterek long fics (30k and above) ? :3

Sure thing, sweetie! Let me start by saying welcome to the fandom!! Hope you’re liking it so far, our people have a lot of talent and I’m really excited for you see everything. Arranged shortest fic to the longest fic.

Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah (E 27k)

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by allyasavedtheday (T 32k)

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (E 33k)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots (M 35k)

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah (M 41k)

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.


Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

A Pirate’s Life For Me by Hepzheba (E 42k)

The Sheriff’s department of Beacon Hills is finally getting a K-9 unit. Stiles is thrilled. Well, he would have been if he had remembered that they were starting today. He wishes someone had reminded him. He also wishes someone had informed him that his new colleague and the one who’s going to help them start the K9 unit is smokin’ hot. Or that is new partner in form of a dog kind of lives to disobey him.

If this doesn’t work out he hopes his dad will write him a letter of recommendation to a department somewhere in Alaska.

There are no real pirates in this story.

It’s Insanity, but… by rosepetals42 (M 56k)

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he’s very specific on that fact.)

I have a bunch more over 30k but these are some of my favorites. Hope you like these!

My fanfic recommendations requests are always open.

Of those that call/fear the death of the Gatewatch:

Really, folks that demand death either hate a character or want to see a story with ‘real consequences’ do not understand that first: death is the end of setting the stakes, and rarely a way to raise them. Death of a major character comes at the end of an arc, not at the start because (secondly): magic by it’s very nature is fantast. Unless it serves the plot and makes sense for the character, death should not be so easily done. Elspeth’s death fit the themes and style of theros/greek tragity. People hated her dying, but it wasn’t just for shock.

Of the gatewatch right now, only a single member really has any build up or reason to die here, and that is Gideon. They have already been foreshadowing it. He is going to die at some point, though maybe not on amonkhet.
Jace has unfinished business on Ravnica, Lili has one more demon to fight, Chandra would be a cheep shock death given that she just finished out a major story thing for her iwth her mom and the return to her hom. Nissa is still in the middle of character growth that has been a bit slow (but wonderfuly so if you ask me). None of their deaths would be satisfying (in a story sense) or make sense or be worth anything to the metanarative.

BUT, brought near to death? Loosing a whole plane even? Having every strength of theirs used against them? shoved in their faces? Their hubris given form?

The funny thing is, they lost on Innastrad. They lost, but the problem is, outside Jace, they just didn’t know it. And even Jace… when he has his own issues.
In the end, there are fates worse then death, and ways to make drama without the same.

I just hope there is something left of Amonkhet and the gods to return to… maybe something like the sand given to Bastian in The Neverending story?

The Mysterious Prom Date (Part 1): Peter Parker Series

Warnings: mention of vomit and allergies but as a joke nothing bad happens, food, embarrassment, adorable little Peter Parker

A/N: This was not a request. I’ve been working on this as a little “I’m Sorry” for not being active. If you like it, and ask, I may make this a series! I have a lot of ideas for it :)

Originally posted by gounderoos

(not my gif)

Blind dates aren’t exactly something you participate in willingly. They were always awkward and if you ended up not liking the guy, you’d end up stuck having dinner with some conceited jerk who only talks about his muscles or how many people he’s dated. Yeah, not fun.

If you thought blind dates were bad, imagine a blind date… to prom.

Keep reading

Patton’s Speech to the Third Army, June 5th, 1944

Gentlemen, be seated,

Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competition in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he’s not, he’s a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he’s scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call ‘this chicken-shit drilling.’ That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.

An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we’re going up against.

All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn’t like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands.’ What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don’t say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.

Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we’ll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.’ 'Isn’t it a little unhealthy up there right now?’ I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.’ I asked, 'Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?’ And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.’ Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.

And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.

Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can’t win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.

When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don’t dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have or ever will have. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.

Some of you men are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you’ll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it’s not dirt, it’s the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you’ll know what to do.

I don’t want any messages saying 'I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.

There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don’t surrender. I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That’s a man for you!

Don’t forget, you don’t know I’m here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this army. I’m not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It’s the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!’

Then there’s one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?’ You won’t have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!’

All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I’ll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That’s all.

Special Kinda Woman: Crossroads

Stepping out of the taxi, you looked up at the large building that overshadowed you. You had never seen a structure that big in person. How were people ok with being that high off the ground? Collecting yourself, you took a deep breath, hands clutching at your bag as you settled your nerves. You weren’t entirely sure what you were hoping to accomplish here, but you had to try.

You had gotten the news three days ago. “Deadlock Gang falls to Overwatch.” That’s what all the papers had said. The articles had detailed how the soldiers of Overwatch had trapped and apprehended the criminals, detaining them at their base as they awaited trial. You knew Jesse had to have been among them. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you being here would accomplish, but you couldn’t just leave him. Reaffirming your resolve, you took a large step forward, determinant to do everything you could for your oldest friend.

You were surprised when you were able to walk right in, no one trying to stop you or ask what you were doing here. You roamed the large halls for a while, not really sure where you were going, but too embarrassed to ask. Finally, after a half hour of wandering, you worked up the nerve to stop someone.

“Excuse me.” You called out, waving down a man that looked friendly. “I’m afraid I’m lost. Could you help me?” Giving you a gentle smile, you admired the way his eyes squinted with his grin.

“Sure thing. What are you looking for? You a new recruit?”

“Not exactly. I’m looking for a Mr. Reyes.” Your nerves were getting to you as you stood in this foreign environment, so different then anything you had known back home.

“Oh, he’s in the interrogation rooms right now. I’m headed that way myself. I can take you there.” The man nodded, pointing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction you would be heading.

“Thank you so much.” a smile of relief crossed your face, your shoulders letting out some of the tension you had been carrying.

“Sure thing.” turning, he began to lead you down a series of corridors that you would have been lost in without him. “Reyes is interrogating all those Deadlock thugs, so it might be a bit before he sees you.”

“Actually, that’s what I’m here to talk to him about. I have some information on them that I thought might benefit him.” Looking at you over his shoulder, the man gave you a scrupulous look.

“Where are you from?”

“A small town off of root 66. The Deadlock gang pass through there all the time.”

“You’re a pretty brave kid, coming all this way by yourself.”

“I just- I had to do this.” You murmured, looking down at your feet as you shuffled through the halls behind him. You knew your parents would throw a fit when you got home. You hadn’t told them where you were going, just left a note on the counter before hopping on the train.

“It’s right up here.” the man said as you rounded a corner. Down the hall you could see four armed guards, each holding some type of threatening looking gun you had never seen before. Biting your lip, you realized how small you were compared to all these men. You were startled as on of the doors slammed open, smacking the wall and bouncing back, only to be caught by a strong hand as a large man emerged.

To say he was scary was an understatement. The man was thick with muscles, dressed in all black, he looked like he could break you in half with one hand. As he glared at the men in the hall, you shrunk away.

“This one’s useless. Lock him back up.” His voice was deep and commanding. He was as large and in-charge as you would expect from a hero of Overwatch.

“Hey Reyes.” The blond man that guided you called out, causing the other to tilt his head towards you.

“What the fuck do you want, Morrison.” the man barked, looking like he was ready for a fight. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

“I got someone here who wants to talk to you about the Deadlock gang.” the blond replied, ignoring the edge in the others voice.

“Well they can get in fucking line.” Placing his hands on his hips, Reyes glared at Morrison, oblivious to you as you hid behind the nicer man.

“She says she has some information you might want to hear.” the blond continued, pushing you out from behind him.

“Unless its all where they’ve hidden all the weapons and who all their selling them to, I ain’t interested.” Glancing down at you, the man took note of you for the first time. “This is just a child. What’d you bring her here for?”

“She came here herself. Said she needed to talk to you.” Morrison shrugged, not letting you inch back as you tried to get behind him again, suddenly feeling minuscule in the presence of such large men. Being forced forward, you stuck out an unsteady hand for the Commander to shake, your posture mousy and protective as the man just stared at you.

“H- Hello. I wanted to talk to you. You have my friend. I came to- well, I’m not sure. I just-” As you rambled on, you could see the Commander growing impatient.

“What the hell, Morrison. I don’t have time for some child who’s here for a play-date.” As the man turned to walk away, you felt a desperate urgency well up inside you.

“Please! Jesse is just seventeen. He just made a stupid mistake. Please don’t ruin his whole life because of this one incident. I know he’ll be a good man, someday!”

“Jesse? Which one is that?” The Strike Commander asked.

“I think she’s talking about McCree.” the Blackwatch Commander stated, crossing his arms as he stared you down. He was an intimidating figure, without a doubt. In any other situation you would have avoided a man like this at all cost. But this was your best friend, you couldn’t walk away.

“McCree? Isn’t that the one you had that special interest in?” Morrison raised an eyebrow, not paying you much mind as he conversed with the darker skinned man.

“Yeah, but the kid didn’t bite. He’s as stubborn as he is foolish.”

“Maybe this girl can help us out.” turning to face you, the Strike Commander got serious, his shoulders squaring as he addressed you. “Look, kid. I’m going to be straight with you. You’re friend is in some serious trouble. Now he’s got lots of potential, and we’d like to give him a second chance, but he’s too pigheaded to realize the opportunity in front of him. Maybe you could talk to him. He might listen to you.”

“What do you need me to do?” you were grateful for the chance, but scared as the burden of saving Jesse fell on you.

“Convince him to join us. If you can’t do that, he will go to jail for the rest of his life.” The blond stated, his words settling in your heart like a ten pound weight.

“No pressure.” you uttered softly. Ignoring you sarcasm, the man turned to address the other.

“Is he still in an interrogation room?”

“Yeah, thought it would be best to keep him as far away from the others as I could. Room five.” Pointing down the hall, the men started to walk off, leaving you to scurry behind them.

“I assume you’re his girlfriend.” Morrison asked, glancing down at you as you attempted to keep up with their long stride.

“No. Just an old friend.” you corrected.

“You don’t have enough years in your life to be and ‘old’ friend.” He chuckled, the sound reassuring you a little. As you reached the door, the Strike Commander stopped you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, Miss. But I’m going to need to pat you down. Make sure you’re not smuggling anything dangerous in.” A blush crossed your face, quickly looking at the floor as your face grew warm.

“Oh. OK” stretching your arms out, you kept your eyes shut tight as the older, uncomfortably good looking man patted his hands over your body, checking you quit thoroughly. His hands did not linger, but never the less, you couldn’t help the fierce redness that overtook your face. This was the most intimacy you had ever had with a man.

“She’s all good.” he stated, straightening up as he avoided your eyes, not that you minded. “Let’s give this a shot.”

As Commander Reyes held the door open for you, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable fight your old friend would put up. Walking through the door, you were met by cruel and defensive eyes, a snarl on the boys lips before he recognized you.

“What the hell?” It wasn’t the greeting you wanted, but you couldn’t say you were surprised. There Jesse sat, hands cuffed behind his back, securing him to the chair he occupied. A large metal table separated the two of you. His features were rough, small scrapes and bruises spotting his skin. He was looking older, courser, less like the carefree Jesse you had grown up with. But he still wore that stupid hat. “You fuckers seriously dragged her all the way out here, just to try and use her against me. That’s damn low you son of a bitch.”

“Actually, she just showed up on our door step this morning.” Reyes stated, placing a hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure if he did it specifically to get under Jesse’s skin, but the effect was the same either way. As the boy glared fiercely at the Commanders hand, it gave you a small bit of joy to see that he was still so possessive of you. It was at least something. “So it looks like even a useless punk like you can have someone that cares about them.”

“Fuck you.” Jesse spat.

“Hey.” Morrison interrupted. “Watch your language around the girl.”

“Someone’s feeling more energetic. Putting on a show for your little girlfriend? Afraid she’ll see you’re not the big tough man you pretend to be.”

“Leave him alone!” You shouted, feeling frazzled by all the hostility that was bottled up in that tiny room. “It’s no wonder he won’t listen to you. Why would anyone trust someone who’s so mean to them.” The Strike Commander bit back laughter at the face the other pulled at your scolding. You weren’t sure if you had done something wrong, but you couldn’t abide by anyone bad mouthing Jesse. Even if he was an idiot most of the time. Looking over at the boy, your eyes met. His mouth slightly open and one brow raised, he clearly hadn’t expected you to come to his defense so aggressively. Turning back to the blond man, you implored.

“Could I have a moment alone with him?”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t allow that. He’s still a dangerous criminal.”

“It’s just Jesse.” you reassured, confident that he would never do anything to you.

“Yeah, well. ‘Just Jesse’ took out eight of my men before we apprehended him.” The Blackwatch Commander snorted, regarding the boy with a mixture of annoyance and admiration. Looking over, you were taken aback by the mans words. You knew Jesse was good, but single handedly taking out eight highly trained agents? The boys chest puffed out, his ego swelling with pride at his boastful accomplishment.

“Ok, well…” you fumbled for words, feeling uncomfortable with the audience as you addressed your best friend. “Jesse, they tell me they want you to join them. Said that if you didn’t, they would lock you away.”

“Yeah,” Jesse scoffed, giving you an incredulous look, “What of it?”

“Are you really going to say no to them?” He was being so guarded. It was just like all the times the teacher had called him out about his bad grades, putting him on the spot and tearing him down. And Jesse would respond the only way he knew how, to dig his heals in and go down in flames.

“Hell yeah I’m saying no. I ain’t teaming up with these fuckers!” he spat eyes darting between either men.

“Why? Jesse, you’re going to go to jail. For the rest of your life.” You knew him too well. He was thinking with his emotions, lashing out as he tried to save face, never wanting to admit he was wrong, never wanting to back down.

“Better to go to jail with my boys then live the rest of my life as a sell out. A man has to have his pride.”

“You’re hardly a man.” The Blackwatch Commander scoffed, folding his arms as he leaned back against the wall.

“You’re not helping!” you snipped, getting irritated by his constant jabs. “Jesse, these men are not worth going to jail for, they aren’t going to have your back in there. You’ll be on your own the rest of your life. They aren’t worth giving up your freedom for.”

“They are my family!” Jesse shouted, stomping his foot.

“No! They are not!” you shouted back, slamming your hand on the table in equal response. “Those boys have only ever used you. Jesse, ask yourself, seriously ask yourself, if they were free right now, would they risk their lives to come save you? I would stake my life that they wouldn’t. So why are you givin up yours for them?” Words failed him, his features harsh and defensive as his lips pulled into a slight snarl.

“What’s it to you anyway? Why did you come here.” So like Jesse, always changing subjects and trying to get others on the defense when he was faced with something he didn’t want to deal with.

“I came here to see you” You’re voice was stern.

“Why? You’ve never set foot outside of that shit town.”

“Because I actually give a damn what happens to you. Now stop changing the subject. Jesse, you are too smart and too talented to waist the rest of your life behind bars. You can still make a name for yourself. Take this opportunity. Don’t let that gang drag you down with them.” Moving around the table, you took his face in your hands, leaning over him so that you obscured his view of the two men that watched you. Speaking softly, you looked deep into his eyes, past the arrogance, past the bravado, deep down to the vulnerable side of Jesse that that he hid so very far away. That was the side of Jesse that you appealed to. “Listen, cowboy. I want your name to go down in the history books. Jesse McCree, the greatest gunslinger the world has ever known. I know you could be a legend, but you can’t do that if you’re locked up. Please. Please, take this opportunity. Prove them all wrong. Everyone back home who said you’d never amount to nothing. Show them just what you’re made of.” You surprised yourself as no tears came to your eyes, your convictions being strong enough, and you passion showing through as you saw something in Jesse change. You could feel him relax in your hold, shoulders slumping as his eyes grew softer. Looking at him now, he looked like your best friend again. Young and a bit exposed. Just a boy, trying to take on the whole world at once as he fought to find his place.

“Fine.” he muttered, eyes looking at you, but not seeing you.

With nothing left to say, you turned away from him, ready to leave.

“Wait.” Looking over at him, you were met by that so familiar grin, cocky and headstrong. “What about my kiss?” Walking over to him, you looked down at the boy you had just saved. Somehow, he seemed so much smaller here then at home. “Now hun, I’m all tied up. Your going to have to come closer then that.” Leaning over him, you met him half way, your hair falling to obscure the two Commanders view as your lips briefly met. You barely had time to feel his warmth before he pulled away, eyes full of triumph despite his situation. As Commander Reyes unhooked him from the chair, Morrison came to stand beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder approvingly.

“I thought you said you weren’t his girl. What was all that?”

“That’s just Jesse.” you stated blankly, watching as he was escorted out the door and out of sight.

You make a home out of someone, not on purpose, of course, it’s just what happens when you love someone more than you love yourself. And sometimes they make a home out of someone else. Because maybe they were your soulmate but you weren’t theirs. Maybe you confused them for a soulmate when all they were meant to be was a lesson. Maybe you haven’t found your soulmate or maybe you lost your soulmate. Maybe you were too busy chasing after someone else and you missed your soulmate. Maybe you’ll never find your soulmate because they live across the world and you’ve always been afraid of planes. What if you don’t have a soulmate? It’s pain and it’s cut off stares and it’s sleepless nights and empty bottles and missed calls and torn love letters and freshly written suicide notes and it hurts. It hurts so much and you wonder if dying would be better than this. But you can’t die because you weren’t supposed to die without them. So now you live in the memory of what could of been but never will be. And nothing destroys you more than that.
—  Unrequited Love
Chlorine is his perfume

Based on the wonderful artwork of @lightingupthereef  who created it to answer the question of @deathdarknessdevils (who can’t be tagged.) Anyways, here’s my interpretation of the scene she drew. :) 

I have to say, this was also inspired by the SidLink Zine wip of my favourite SidLink artist and of course, favourite princess @cuteouji . I love you and your work! :3

(This story contains a small spoiler for The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons!)

Reblogs make me blush and likes make me happy. :)

To say Sidon liked the water was an understatement. A really huge one, to be honest. It was his passion, his home and there was nothing more prominent on the body of the Zora than the faint smell of salt and of course, fish.

To say Link was keen on Sidon was an understatement, too. Obsession was a better term to use for the dazzled look on the Hero of Hyrule’s face every time he saw his boyfriend swimming.

Keep reading

The Girl From the Journal (Pt 2)

Part 1

Surprise! I finished the second part to my soulmate AU! Sorry it took 62 years to finish. Enjoy!

A/N: In this AU, Riverdale is a much bigger city than it is in canon, so the Riverdale Register is much bigger as well. Also, shoutout to @birdlovesafish for giving me the idea for Betty’s nickname that Polly’s kids call her. Thanks, lovely!

Betty Cooper stumbled through the revolving glass doors of the tallest building in town, the Riverdale Register. Betty took a look around the recently renovated lobby, her eyes widening in awe at the pristine marble flooring and state of the art computers on every desk from the receptionist’s right in front of her, to the reporters’ in the back room. 

“May I help you?” The man standing behind the reception area asked in a nasally voice, his nose turning up to the tall ceiling at the sight of Betty and her too-tight ponytail and wrinkled baby blue skirt clumsily sliding her way across the recently mopped wet floor. 

“Yes! I’m looking for a Mr. Jones,” she explained once she had made her way safely over to him, holding onto the counter tightly with one hand and smoothing down her blouse with the other. “Um, he left something of his at my sister’s cafe this morning and I’m here to return it.” 

“Do you have a name?” the man wanted to know, glancing down at his computer briefly to check something before flicking his eyes back up in her direction impatiently. 

“Uh, I do. But whatever name you give him won’t mean anything to him,” Betty informed him, her words coming out rushed and jumbled as she scrambled to explain herself. “He doesn’t actually know me - I mean apparently he writes about me, but he’s never met me. Well technically he met me this morning, but it was only briefly and I don’t think he really even looked me in the eye or-”

“Rambling crazy lady with a journal,” the man spat, cutting her off and eyeing her with a look of annoyance as he picked up the phone on the counter to punch in a number. “That’ll be enough of a description for him, thanks.” 

“Rude,” Betty muttered under her breath, backing away from the desk and rubbing her arms up and down uncomfortably as she waited for the receptionist to make his phone call. 

“He’ll be down in a moment,” he told her. “Try not to touch anything while you’re waiting. In fact, try not to even look at anything breakable until Mr. Jones arrives.” 

“Well okay then,” Betty mumbled, making her way over to the wall on the opposite side of the reception area where she found row after row of noteworthy articles from past news editions, framed and polished for the entire office to read. 

Betty scanned the wall, taking in title after title until one particularly lengthy column that sat at the very end, nearest to the staircase, caught her eye. It was written by the very man of whose journal she was lugging around in her purse, and as curiosity got the better of her, she began reading until she was completely immersed in his words, just as she had been when she was reading his journal. 

Keep reading

Everything is so gross. He’s been disrespected and treated like shit for so fucking long, had to go through so fucking much, so so so much more than most of us would be able to go through without breaking, and he stayed the kind person he’s always been, even through people just keep using him and treating him awful and his music and talent always comes last to them, there’s been continuous smear campaign against him and the boys, he’s taken it on himself to somehow lead the band, he lost his mum recently, they brought fucking Eleanor back and now after Daniel being with him grocery shopping, he won’t have a bodyguard to protect him from these things happening when he’s supposed to get papped with her, doesn’t have a bodyguard often when he’s meeting stalkers which are people who are not supposed to be allowed to be around him much less encouraged and I’m so ! Sick of it