yes you really did need this in your life

andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”


Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.


Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”


Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.


Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.

deep get to know you questions

1. What’s one thing you would like to change about yourself? 

2. Are you religious? If yes, what is your religion? 

3. What was the best phase in your life? What was the worst phase in your life? 

4. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were little? 

5. Who is one person you would talk to about anything? 

6. Have you ever lost someone close to you? 

7. Have you every had your heart broken? Have you ever broken someone else’s heart? 

8. Do you believe in second chances? 

9. What is one thing that people always misunderstand about you? 

10. What is your biggest regret in life? 

11. What things are standing between you and complete happiness? 

12. If you lost everything important to you tomorrow, whose arms would you run to in order to make everything okay again? 

13. Does the most important person in your life know how much they mean to you? 

14. If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say to everybody? 

15. If you were going to die tomorrow, what would you spend today doing? 

16. How would you describe yourself in 5 words? 

17. What opportunities have you not taken that you regretted not taking? 

18. What would you do differently if you knew that no one would judge you? 

19. If you could ask one person a single question and they had to answer 100% truthfully, who would you ask and what would you ask them? 

20. If you could start your life over, what would you do differently? 

21. Are you currently holding on to something that you need to let go of? If yes, what’s stopping you from letting go? 

22. Are you living or just existing? How do you know? 

23. What was the last thing you did that was really worth remembering? 

24. What do you want most out of life? 

25. If you had one year left to live, what would you want to do in the next 12 months? 

26. If you could get one wish to come true, what would that wish be? 

27. When you think of home, what comes to mind? 

28. What scares you the most? 

29. What is your greatest strength? What is your greatest weakness? 

30. What did life teach you yesterday? 

31. What have you done in the past week to make someone’s life better? 

32. What makes you special? 

33. What was a time that you did not speak but you should have? 

34. Describe what you want the next five years of you life to be like in a single sentence. 

35. If you knew when and where and how you were going to die, would you life be better or worse? 

36. What would life look like for you if you never wasted another minute of it? 

37. Do you consider yourself to be the hero or the villain of you story? 

38. How much do you love yourself? 

39. What or who have you given up on? 

40. Who are you really? Deep down, who are you really? 

Living with three angels II (Gabriel, Lucifer x Reader)

Summary: Gabriel needs to take you, and Lucifer shows up.

Warnings: All the smut, grace!kink, no Balthie in this one, sorry.

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’s up, Gabe?” you asked curiously when you saw the strained look on his gorgeous face. He responded by grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Need you…” he groaned. You were always quick to respond to your angels’ requests, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to fly the two of you into an empty bedroom. You didn’t really have any assigned bedrooms, you all just slept where you felt like, sometimes alone, sometimes together.

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red light ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Can you make a smut where while waiting in the airport for their next flight chanyeol gets horny and goes somewhere vacant to masturbate but then gets caught by y/n and then they end up having sex?

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

2149 words | semi-public smut | velvet

✎ When a stranger approached you at the airport you surely didn’t think that you’d find yourself on your knees so quickly.


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Heize, Jay & Dean Reaction to: Scaring You in an Argument

Can you pretty please do a heize, jay park and dean reaction to scaring you during an argument? ( you get scared when people yell at you and they get really angry and they start yelling [ or raising their voice ] )


Heize: While angry, she thought you flinching was pathetic. People raise their voices in life, you need to be stronger than that, she reasons. But when the anger wears off, that fear in your eyes replays in her mind. And the guilt seeps in.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice. I shouldn’t have done that. I had no right to scare you and I’m sorry I did. I promise to control myself from now on, even when I’m mad. Do you forgive me?”

Originally posted by prettyrapstars

Jay: Found it upsetting. Yes, he was mad and yes, he raised his voice. But did you think he would hit you? Is that why you were afraid? Regardless of how mad he got, or how loud he yelled, he would never lay his hands on you. He takes your fear as you thinking he would and that hurts him. Although he’s confident and strong, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got feelings like everyone else.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Dean: Once he sees the fear in your eyes, he’ll take a step back. Maybe two. And leave if he has to. He wants to put distance between you, to show that although he’s mad, he wouldn’t hurt you, you don’t have to be afraid. He wants to give you both time to think. And breathe.

“I’m going to go for a walk. We should talk thing’s out when I’m back.”

Originally posted by fyeahdean

Harry: But that’s - that’s not possible. You must have cheated. 

Draco: Fuck you, Potter. Are you that arrogant that you think the only way someone could beat you at Quidditch is by cheating?

Harry: Not anyone. But it’s the only way you could beat me at Quidditch. 

Draco: I know you’ve been worshipped all your life, Potter, but could you deflate your head for just one moment. I’m a great flyer. 

Harry: Yes. But I’m better. 

Draco: Clearly not. I’m the one holding onto the snitch.

Harry: Because you cheated. 

Draco: I did not cheat. 

Harry: I don’t believe you. 

Draco: If that’s what you need to believe to help you sleep at night, then be my guest, Potter. Just don’t challenge me to another seeker’s battle or you might find yourself having an existential crisis.

Harry: You really didn’t cheat?

Draco: How many times do I have to tell you?

Harry: Fine. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not used to losing. 

Draco: You’re forgiven. Should we get lunch? There’s this new place in Hogsmeade…

Harry: Lunch? Oh. I guess. I mean, sure. 

Draco: Excellent. Oh and by the way Potter, I did cheat. I’ve spent weeks brewing felix felicis to help me ask you on a date.

Harry: Son of a *****! 

Harry: Wait, did you say a date?

Homecoming... With Me?

Request: Some peter angst that he doesn’t want people to know that he’s dating Y/n and some other guy asks her for homecoming in front of all the people in school so they (peter and reader) fight because she feels like the other boy is not “ashamed” of her, and Peter gets all jealous and the other day he’s like showing everyone that she’s his girl

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: So I got a bit confused on your request, I wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader to like say yes to the request or no? So, I thought it’d be better and fit with the story more (also because i’m evil) that she does say yes, but more to see if Peter does really like her.

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angsty?

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Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

“Will you go to Homecoming with me?” 

His questioned stunned you, never in your life did you think that Flash, Flash of all people, would ask you to Homecoming. It hadn’t, also, really crossed your mind that you needed a date to Homecoming because despite not having a date, you had a boyfriend. And even if you weren’t going to publicly share your relationship or act like a couple on the night of Homecoming, in your mind you had a date. Even if no one else knew.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less though, or didn’t nag at the back of your mind that your own boyfriend wouldn’t even ask you to Homecoming.

Looking over at Peter, your boyfriend, for some kind of guidance, you found none. What had been a peaceful lunchtime, chewing on your sandwich as you sat with Michelle at a table, directly beside where Ned and Peter sat, had been ruined, or more messed with when Flash had made his way over. Surprisingly, he hadn’t even given Peter a glance, which seemed to be his number one target for his teases, and instead only focused on you.

And while you weren’t all that popular, you definitely had your fair share of friends. You just chose to stick with Michelle because she’s where you felt most at home, besides when with Peter. But you couldn’t be all that close with Peter in school because… he didn’t want anyone to know you were dating. You weren’t even sure yourself why the reason was, but you’d gone along with it because of the long time you’d pinned after his affections.

“Um…” You found yourself at a loss of what to say, and when looking at Michelle you found even she was shocked. It seemed Flashes unusual question had caught most of the cafeteria’s attention, much to your dislike. “I’m not sure… Flash. I think- I think i’m good but tha-”

“Come on, Y/N.” Flash interrupted your decline, no loss of confidence in his gaze. And while you’d never quite gone as far to say you hated Flash, you most definitely didn’t appreciate the way he treated Peter or the way he held his ego as if he was better than everyone. “You know no one else is gonna ask you, not two days before the actual dance, so why not?”

Okay. That hurt. Not only his comment, but even if you’d secretly been dating someone, no one had even taken the time to offer you or ask you. Flash was the first one. Again, Peter not even mentioning it when alone and if you brought up the topic of Homecoming he’d change the topic as soon as he could. 

But still, even if Peter was admit on not having your relationship out to the public, part of your hurt went to him, hoping he’d say something to defend your honour. But he only turned his head away from the both of you, sticking his nose back into his lunch tray. And that. That hurt more than anything else. 

“Listen here, you-” Standing up you held your hand to Michelle, stopping her from defending you. Smiling thankful at her, you nodded before turning back to Flash. “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Sure, i’ll go to Homecoming with you.” You repeated, clarifying. You heard the echo of gasp around the cafeteria, probably all expecting you to say the opposite of what you just had. Flash’s expression twisted into one of shock for just a second before he nodded; “great. I’ll pick you up at your house at seven.” You nodded in confirmation, watching his back as he walked away.

If Peter wasn’t going to show his true feelings for you on his own, you needed to give him a little push. You only hoped that he wouldn’t prove you wrong. But, your hopes dropped a bit when you turned in the direction Peter had been only to find him gone, no where in sight and only Ned was left. Before you could even react, a slim hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, yanking your attention back to Michelle. “What the hell were you thinking?” She asked incredulously.

Biting your lip, you shrugged; “honestly. I don’t know.”


For the rest of the day, you didn’t see Peter. Even in the one afternoon class you’d shared with him, he had failed to show up. You’d asked everywhere, anyone you thought could possibly know Peter and either they had no idea who you were referring to (which only lessened your like of the school) or had no idea where he’d gone. All saying the last time they’d seen him was at lunch or before.

Soon enough the end of the day arrived and you found yourself at your locker, packing up whatever you didn’t need. Looking up from the book you’d dropped off, you sighed, your hand coming out to grab ahold of your locker door. Shutting it close, you jumped in surprised when Flash appeared beside you. Holding a hand against your chest, you took a deep breath, turning to your new companion with a glare. “Jesus, Flash. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.” 

“So,” Flash started, ignoring what you’d previously said. “If you’re going to Homecoming with me… does that mean we’re dating?” 

“W-What?”

“We’re dating.” Flash repeated, though this time the questioning tone lacked presence. Opening your mouth, you found yourself unsure of what to say. You mentally cursed yourself, you really hadn’t thought through your decision to say yes to Flash earlier. Even if he was a jerk, he didn’t deserve to be used, not like this. 

But still, his question or statement, brought a feeling within your stomach. Flash was so… forward with the idea of dating you. He wasn’t ashamed to ask you both times and certainly was shy or embarrassed to be dating you. Which at the moment seemed to be exactly what Peter felt in regards of your guys relationship. He wasn’t ashamed of you or the idea of him dating you. So, swallowing the lump in your throat, your hand unconsciously found each other, fiddling with nervousness. “Would you be… embarrassed to date me?”

And in a very Flash like way, he snorted, answering like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “No. Why would I? You’re like really hot.” He commented was anything but flattering but still, it meant more then he probably understood. 

Flash took your silence as a answer to step forward, his hand moving up to land on your arm. His hand was rough, way more rough than Peter’s had ever been. Anytime Peter ever placed his hand on you, touched you, he was gentle. Probably more gently than he ought to be, but it was sweet. It was calming. Flash was aggressive, quick, and before you knew it his face was nearing yours, dangerously fast and close. 

You couldn’t even move away, because even if Flash had flattered you with his denial of embarrassment, you definitely didn’t want to kiss him. Definitely didn’t want to cheat on Peter. But his grip was so tight, so forceful that before you knew it you back was against the back of your locker and you couldn’t get out. You braced yourself before the weight disappeared, the grip left as well and opening your eyes, you found Flash on the other side of the hall and Peter in front of you.

Your mouth opened in shock, stunned by the force it would’ve taken Peter to fling Flash that far. Force a normal teenage boy doesn’t have. 

“Peter?” You questioned hesitantly, pushing your back off the wall. Peter turned instantly, making you jump from the speed of it all. Peter wasted no time in grabbed your wrist and while you’d prepared yourself for a tight grip, it was nothing but gentle as usual, maybe a tad bit more tight. Then you were being dragged from Flash, who only stared at the both of you (mainly Peter) in absolute shock.

“She has a date to Homecoming.” Peter snapped before he led your through the hallways of the school. You both said nothing as you were dragged through the halls, still too stunned by what you’d just seen. Had Peter just asked you to Homecoming…? 

When you were far away from Flash and in an empty wall, which didn’t surprised you seeing as the bell had rung nearly a half hour ago, Peter was still dragging you. But your semi long walk had given you time to process everything, to think, and you felt anger burn within you. You were quick to halt your feet, stopping Peter from dragging you through the hall and ripping your hand from his grasp. He didn’t fight you, letting you go easy enough. But not without turning around to face you, a baffled expression on his own face. 

“Y/N?”

“How dare you?” You snapped, making Peter’s once frustrated gaze turn into only more confusion. You were quick to answer his questioning look. “How dare you come in here and act like some kind of hero? Especially after everything during lunch and then disappearing and not answering any of my calls or texts-” Throughout your rant, you’d begun beating on his chest repeatedly, leaving no room for a breath.

“Lunch?” Peter interrupted, his voice raising slightly. “You mean where you accepted Flash’s proposal?” You’d never seen Peter so angry, so frustrated. His nose was flaring, his cheeks tinted red and he was huffing and puffing. If you weren’t so angry yourself, you might have been a little scared. 

Peter stepped forward, shocking you once again and grabbing ahold of your hands. Effectively he paused the wounds you’d been inflecting on his chest, bringing you so close to him you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You found yourself unable to say anything as he opened his mouth again; “why the hell would you say yes? We’re dating, remember? You’re my girlfriend!” 

“Oh, am I?” You questioned, just as flared up as he. You fought his grip, trying to gain use of your own hands but he held fast. It wasn’t even a bruising grip, but for some reason you couldn’t wiggle your way out. And while the grip didn’t necessarily hurt, there was so much strength in his grasp, strength you didn’t even know he had. “I wasn’t too sure anymore since the only ones who know are you and me!”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So what? So what is that I don’t want to be your girlfriend if I can’t even tell anyone!” You yelled, tears bursting from your eyes as all your pent up emotions flooded through you. Peter paused, his grip not slacking but his expression softening. Sniffling pathetically, you tried to hold yourself together but only failing tremendously. “At least Flash isn’t ashamed to date me. Not like you. He’s not embarrassed to date me, love me, like you are!” 

Peter said nothing. Nothing at all. Which only made your heart sting even further. So finally, shoving you managed to break one wrist free, pushing at his chest. All his strength seemed to disappear as an expression you couldn’t read washed over his face and he stumbled back. Grabbing your other wrist, you turned, walking away.

Then, something held fast on your sweater, swinging you back towards Peter. You opened your mouth, to say something as suddenly you found yourself back in Peter’s arms, them securely around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him and then his lips were against your own. Kissing you with such force, and holding your hand so tightly as if he was afraid to lose you. Panting, you pulled away and looked down. “What-?” You mumbled, staring down at the string like web connecting you to Peter’s writs. “H-How? I… don’t-”

“I’m not ashamed to date you, Y/N.” Peter interrupted your rambling, making you turn back to look at him. Still only inches apart, he smiled softly down at you. “I never have been.”

“You-…” You shook your head; “you’re Spider-Man?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded, “and that’s exactly why I thought no one could know. Y/N, I have a lot of enemies. If they knew how much I cared for you, then they’d use you against me. Hurt you.” It made sense. Perfect sense. Even if you didn’t like the fact of it making sense, it did.

Pulling at the webbing on your sweater, you ripped it off, bundling the rest up. Peter watched your face for a reaction but you only kept your head down. Even if there was now a valid reason for why you couldn’t share your relationship with anyone, it didn’t help. Because it’d only go back to being the same.

Hands grabbed ahold of your face, turning your gaze back at Peter. You pouted slightly as he smiled, shaking his head. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek, he chuckled; “but I know now… that that doesn’t help either. I want people to know your mine to, Y/N.”

Hope filled within you, and your lips immediately turned up at the corners into a smile. “You mean?”

Peter nodded, chuckling at your excitement. “Will you got to Homecoming with me?” You threw your hands around his neck in excitement, squeezing him tight as you squealed. “Yes!”

Needless to say, the next day Peter and you walked into school with his hand around your waist and a smile on both of your lips.

Death, Amnesia and 4 coffees Please - Batmom x Batfam

Just a random idea I got while walking hope from work. Hope you’ll like it, as usual, feedbacks are very welcomed. 

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3 months. 

3 months already since she died…

Jason, just like Alfred, his brothers, and his father just couldn’t get over it. 

He just couldn’t move on with his life without his mother. Without the woman that always stood by him no matter what, even in the worst of moments. 

He was so damn angry at himself that he wasn’t able to save you ! All of them were, the guilt eating them more and more every day…Even though they all knew things went too fast. 

You weren’t the only one that died that day…Thousands lost their life in the almost total destruction of the neighborhood you were born in : The Narrows. 

It was the poorest in Gotham, and you were helping out a charity there when the Batman failed big time, for the first time in his career. 

Ha hadn’t been able to solve the Riddler’s riddle. And for the first time in his life,  Edward Nigma was finally able to fulfill one of his evil plans..Which was the destruction of every single neighborhood of Gotham, one for each riddle the Dark Knight wouldn’t be able to solve. 

And of course, the only one he didn’t find, was the one associated with the only place in Gotham you were in…You, and thousands of other people died. And it was all Batman’s fault. No matter that he was able to save the rest of the inhabitants, the blood of those people were on his hands…

Your blood was on his hands. And, just like Alfred and his sons, he just couldn’t get over your death. They all felt so guilty and angry at themselves that they couldn’t save you…you were always there for them, always by their side, having their back and…they let you down. 

Of course they send you messages telling you to leave Gotham but..You wouldn’t. You stayed because you wanted to help people. According to witnesses, to people who were survivors of the blast, who barely escaped it…the last time they all so you, you were trying to get some kids to safety. 

But no matter how guilty they felt, how devastated they were, it wouldn’t change anything. You were gone. Forever. And once again, Jason Todd found himself wandering the street of Gotham aimlessly, trying to run away from his dark thoughts, trying to grieve you, even though he knew it was actually impossible to ever move from you. 

Staying at the Manor with his brothers and father was…unbearable. 

Alfred kept cleaning the house over and over again, never taking a break, and worst of all…avoiding everything you touched last. Your half finished cup of tea in the library. The books you left open. Your dinner plate still in the sink. Some of your shoes thrown haphazardly in the living room. Your towels in the bathroom. Your jewelry on the kitchen counter, that you left there because you didn’t want to wear anything that’d make people from the Narrows feel uncomfortable around you. Your favorite blanket, still on the floor where you left it, as you realized you were going to be late to the charity event and napping in the couch was now over…Alfred cleaned everything, but avoided touching any of your stuffs. And it was unbearable. 

Dick…Oh it was one of the worst. Jason was used to be the broody and overly-cynical one. Him and his father competed constantly about which one was the broodiest and Dick would just laugh at them and make silly jokes. Jason used to be like that too, making jokes and even able to make the Batman crack a smile…but ever since he came back to life, he lost that. He became darker and meaner. And Dick was kind of his solace, with his cheerful persona and positive attitude. The oldest Wayne boys always been everyone’s beacon of light in the darkest of moments. But your death…your death turned him into a zombie that spend his days looking out of a window, or staring at old pictures of you and him, stuck in memories of you, unable to see his own light…And it was unbearable. 

The only person that could really convince Tim to sleep, to not drink too much coffee, to take care of himself and to socialize was you. A word from you and he’d realize that yes, this was too much and he needed to chill, to go see his friends, to relax…But without you ? Alfred tried, oh he really did try but…Tim wouldn’t listen. You really were the only one to convince him, and he would forever associate all the good things he experienced in life (time with his friends and family, relaxed moment in front of the TV, good nights of sleep etc etc…), with you. Without you ? He just couldn’t…And seeing his little brother destroy himself like so was unbearable to Jason. 

Damian didn’t utter a word since your death. Not even a sound. Him who usually always talked too damn much, and was just so annoying…Nothing. He didn’t brag about anything, he didn’t try to be better than anyone else anymore. He was just…apathetic. He wouldn’t say anything, not even to Dick. He wouldn’t even look at them in the eyes. He spends most of his time in front of your tomb, where he did talk to you. But to others ? No. It’s like he had made a vow of silence and this ? It was unbearable. 

Bruce spend all his time working to avoid thinking about your absence but…Whenever he thought he was alone, whenever he came back to your shared bedroom, half-expecting still to find you there…They could all hear him cry. They could hear him mourn you, inconsolable. And the thought of his father, that he always viewed as invincible, destroyed by you not being there anymore was unbearable. Bruce wasn’t fine, inconsolable. He would forever be inconsolable, he lost the love of his life 3 months ago…

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101 Thought Provoking Questions

1. Do you like who you are?

2. What would people say about you at your funeral?

3. What would you regret not doing in your life?

4. What’s the wisest thing you have ever heard someone say?

5. What lessons in life did you learn to hard way?

6. How often do your biggest worries and fears come true?

7. If you had one year left to live, what would you try to achieve?

8. Do you serve money or does money serve you?

9. Are you afraid of being your true self around others? Why?

10. What are you grateful for?

11. Have you done anything you are proud of lately?

12. Have you made any recent acts of kindness?

13. If you knew that you would die tomorrow, what questions would you ask yourself?

14. If your biggest fears came true, would it matter in five years from now?

15. How would you describe yourself?

16. Do you take people’s advice?

17. Do you get quickly offended?

18. Do you consider yourself to be a likable person?

19. ‘We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give’ – What does this mean to you?

20. Are you enriching the lives of others?

21. Are you living a meaningful life?

22. What makes a meaningful life?

23. Would you ever give up your life to save another?

24. How much would you be willing to sacrifice for people in poverty?

25. If you could live one day over and over again, what would you choose to do?

26. Do you think you are important and worthy of affection and love?

27. What would make you feel more worthy? What do you believe needs to be different about you?

28. What brings you down the most often?

29. Would you rather work less (and do the things you enjoy) and have less money?

30. Where do you find peace?

31. What is the most important quality you look for in another person?

32. What is your biggest dream in life?

33. What is your biggest fear?

34. How would the world be different if you had never been born?

35. What life lessons do you wish you knew 10 years ago?

36. If you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?

37. If your life was a movie, what would the title be?

38. If your life was a movie, would you enjoy watching it?

39. What does success mean to you?

40. If you could be a different person, who would you be?

41. What was the best day of your life? Why?

42. What do you look forward to most in life?

43. What bad habits do you want to ditch?

44. Who do you look up to and why?

45. Do you know your partners love language?

46. Do the people you love most know how much you love them?

47. Are you satisfied with the depth of your relationships?

48. What do you owe yourself?

49. Based on your current day-to-day life, what do you expect to achieve in 5 years from now?

50. Do you say ‘yes’ too often when you really want to say ‘no’? Why?

51. What did you learn yesterday?

52. What do you like about yourself?

53. Would you consider yourself to be a generous person?

54. Do you really listen when people talk to you?

55. What is the number one change you need to make in your life this year?

56. How many hours per week do you spend on the internet?

57. What are your most common negative thoughts? Are they logical?

58. Do you think it’s too late to do certain things in your life? Why?

59. If you could be the most influential person in the world, what would you change?

60. How much time do you spend with your family and friends?

61. Where do you want to be in 5 years from now?

62. Is your life complicated by unnecessary things?

63. How can you simplify your life and focus on the most important things to you?

64. What stresses you out?

65. What makes life easier?

66. How often do you give without expecting anything in return?

67. What is your greatest challenge?

68. What is most important to you in life? Are you giving it the time it deserves?

69. If you could send a message to the world, what would you say in 30 seconds?

70. What do you most regret never telling someone?

71. When was the last time you tried something new?

72. Are you afraid to speak your own opinion?

73. Do you give into others too often and feel resentful because of it?

74. Are you holding onto something that you need to put behind you?

75. How often do you let your fears hold you back?

76. Do the people in your life bring the best out of you?

77. How often do you make excuses?

78. What is one mistake that you will never do again?

79. Which is worse, failing or never giving it a shot?

80. What has grown you the most as a person – your challenges and trials or the comfortable yet enjoyable moments in life?

81. If you could choose to have no more challenges or obstacles in life, would you?

82. In one word, what is standing between you and your biggest goal?

83. How often do you go to bed feeling angry?

84. Would it be wrong to steal in order to feed a starving child?

85. If you paid more attention to the sad things in this world, would you feel more conflicted about it?

86. If we learn from our failures, then why is it so bad to fail?

87. What could you pay more attention to in life?

88. Why do we think of others the most when they’re no longer around?

89. What does it look like to make the most of your life?

90. What have you given up on?

91. How many people do you truly love and what are you doing for them?

92. Do you ask enough questions, or are you happy to settle for what you already know?

93. What were you doing when you last lost track of time?

94. Do you think you would be happy if you never had to work again?

95. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

96. If you could ask for one wish, what would it be?

97. What inspires you in life?

98. What can you not live without the most?

99. What do you enjoy doing over and over again?

100. When did you last laugh so much it hurt?

101. What is stopping you from living the life you want to live?

In the Arms of Justice Pt 22 (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Sharon, Clint, Natasha, OC Sarah and Maggie Rogers. (Most only mentioned)

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst. Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1263

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: Welp. We’re nearing the end! I’ve got one more part planned and then we’ll have to say goodbye to Detective Barnes. At least for a while. I’m so grateful to all of you for your passion and support for this series. As always, your comments and feedback mean the world to me. Thank you!!! 

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You laughed as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side. Getting lost in his gaze for a moment, you pecked a kiss to his lips and then flicked your eyes to the side to see someone approaching.

“You ready for this?” you asked Bucky, seeing the tight line of his lips.

Taking a deep breath, he grasped your hand and nodded. “Time to face the music.”

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Stepping forward a few feet with you beside him, Bucky stopped in front of the goateed, dark-haired Captain. He looked vastly different than how you had seen him previously in his office and in court, which was always in a finely tailored suit. Instead, he was currently dressed in jeans and a black band t-shirt with an unzipped hooded sweatshirt over it. It was a jarring sight, like seeing your teacher outside of school or something. Bizarre.

“Captain Stark,” Bucky greeted him, extending his hand.

“Barnes,” the Captain replied, shaking the man’s hand roughly before releasing it and turning toward you. “Ms. (Y/L/N), it’s good to see you in one piece. Mostly,” he taunted, nodding slightly to the wound on your side.

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Imagine Crowley when you haven't slept in two days

“There you are, darling,” Crowley spoke as you straggled into the throne room. “I was beginning to think you had abandoned me.”

Yawing, you said, “No, my king.”

Needless to say 48 hours straight with out sleep wasn’t the best thing for a person. Only one good thing came out of the stunt; now you knew a very interesting fact. The stories of people being drove into madness were true. Obviously sleep was scheduled into a human’s life for a reason and it wasn’t to be ignored.

The black circles underneath your eyes mixed with pale skin created the illusion that you just crawled out of a grave. Looking in the mirror was bad enough, but when people, like the King of Hell, began to point out how horrible you looked, your mind began to convince you that you really did belong in a hole in the ground. “Y/n, are you okay? You look a little-”

“Dead?” you finished.

“Well, I wasn’t going to be that rude.” With a sigh, he laid down the scroll of parchment paper as his whiskey brown eyes fell over you. “Darling, when was the last time you slept?”

“Uh,” you scratched your head, “totally not two days ago.”

You damn near thought his eyebrows were going to meet his hair line the way his eyes popped open. Honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal…so you thought. “Two days ago? Bloody hell!”

“Hey! Life got busy!”

He shook his head and tsked. “I don’t care. Your health is more important.” Still sitting, he opened his arms as an invitation that you gladly accepted. You climbed into his arms and curled up in his lap like a small child, resting your head on his chest to hear his heart beat. Moments like these were what you loved in this relationship. It was a break from life…from everything. “Darling, I don’t want you throwing your needs away like they aren’t important because they are.”

“Hmhm,” you hummed. God, did he really have to go on with this lecture the moment you finally got to rest? At the moment, your ability to care was at rock bottom.

“I’m serious, love. I care about you and-” he paused to listen to the sound of steady breathing. “Are you asleep?” Silence. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

If you knew all you needed was your king to sleep, you would have came running to him two damn days ago. The warmth was like a blanket and his smell was like home. His arms provided a sense of security you couldn’t push away even if you wanted to. 

Pulling you close, he placed a small kiss to the top of your head before rocking slightly. “Goodnight, my love.”

Stydia Proposal

A series of headcanons about how Stiles would propose to Lydia, done with the amazing @rongasm

  • In the year of our lord 2019 or 2020, at a New Year’s Eve party, Stiles kisses Lydia as the ball drops. He smiles his little smile at her and she sighs in contentment, then suddenly “Oh by the way, I’m proposing this year, HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
  • Lydia’s reaction is essentially: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
  • Lydia is on red alert all the time, constantly on the watch for any sign of a proposal, a glint of a diamond in his pocket, ANYTHING.
  • Now Stiles knows there’s no way he’s actually going to be able to surprise her, she knows him too well
  • So instead, he decides to fucking torture her
  • He pulls shit like Jim Halpert did on The Office
  • Fake proposals
    • All. The. Time.
  • Several incidents of this:
    • One night they are walking back to their apartment after dinner and Stiles stops in front of a fountain in the park they are walking through. He goes down to one knee, and Lydia gasps so loud and she’s covering her mouth with her hands and he goes “…just wait a minute I need to tie my shoe”
    • One night, at a very nice dinner, Stiles just stops in the middle of dessert and looks at her. He goes full heart eyes, takes her hand and cups her cheek. Lydia’s internal monologue is: “oh shit oh man oh boy okay this is happening stay cool”. Stiles takes a deep breath, smiles like an angel and goes “You have lettuce in your teeth” before continuing to devour his chocolate cake
  • He constantly sets up things like this, and by September Lydia is so tired
  • So one night, he takes her out to dinner, and the waiter brings over two glasses of champagne.
    • He goes to one knee and opens his mouth to speak-
    • “Haha very funny Stiles now tie your shoe”
    • he smiles and goes on
    • “Lydia I-”
    • “Stiles I’m not in the mood for another-”
    • “Lydia Martin, love of my-”
    • “Stiles I swear to god-”
    • “LET ME TALK”
    • she stops and looks at him, carefully calculating the situation
    • He goes on to deliver the most romantic speech about his feelings for her you could have ever heard (I have not thought about it for a long enough amount of time to have that speech prepared for you I am sorry friends)
    • He stops talking and she just raises an eyebrow at him
    • “Okay…but this was fake right?”
    • He rolls his eyes so hard and shoves the ring in her face
    • “WILL  YOU JUST FREAKING MARRY ME?”
    • “This is your own fault”
    • “Lydia”
    • “You did this to yourself”
    • “Lydia, kind of just asked a really huge question, probably need that answered, my whole life hanging in the balance-”
    • “Well yes, obviously, but-”
    • “Yes?”
    • “Yes”
    • “Thank god”
    • and then he slides the ring onto her finger and kisses the crap out of her
  • The end
Trans- Joker

I’ve wanted to write a trans joker thing for a while and finally actually got to it. Part 2 is here! Part 3 is here! Part 4 is here!

Joker bit his lip hard, groaning in pain as cramps ripped through his stomach.

He could handle most kinds of pain, some he even he enjoyed, but this?

This was terrible.

He was experiencing his first period in over 10 years.

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(Dreamswap) Unconventional (Dream x Nightmare)

Something that I’d been working on here and there for a while…

Whoops? •u•

Setting: Dreamswap, prior to the Great Shenanigan. (we should totally start calling the apple incident that)

16+, I guess? 15+? Implied stuff. (how do ratings work)

Frankly, I love the idea of Nightmare being the cheekiest yandere dork imaginable and Dream just being so done with him.


Dream woke up in their small house one night, his concern immediately building up when he gained his bearings and noticed that Nightmare was not in the bed next to his.

If he was not there, something happened to him, or rather… or he happened to something, in all honesty.

Dream groggily grabbed the clock on the table next to him and held it up to his face so he could see it in his blurry morning vision.

It was… three AM.

He just heck no’d, putting the clock back down and falling back asleep on his stomach in about a minute and a half. He was not going to figure out where Nightmare was, not at this hour.

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Killing me softly

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A little daydream in my head that became a full blown fanfiction. The story will be a Finn/Reader/Kenny one. Filled with angst, heartbreak, love, and sex. Let me know if you would like to be tagged. Comments are ALWAYS appreciated and welcomed. *Still writing my Tyler Bate one*

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He always treated me differently.

Since the moment I met him we had this connection that people at times often questioned whether our friendship exceeded to something more.  At the age of 18, I decided I needed a change. So I moved to Japan.

Alone.

My past life was getting the best of me and I finally decided that moving to Japan would allow me to escape everyone I knew. Why Japan specifically? Ever try throwing a dart into a map and wherever it lands you will go? Well that’s what I did.

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  • me: *takes a deep breath*
  • me: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love Killua, we know, you love Killua so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Killua, we KNOW , you love Killua you fucking love Killua ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE KILLUA. WE GET IT.
Leaning on Yoongi

Posts: One

Pairing: Suga x Y/n

Genre: Drama, Romance

Word Count: 5,363

Synopsis; Meeting Yoongi was something you didn’t really want but who would know you needed him more than life itself.



Going to a fan meet for you sick sister wasn’t something you thought you’d ever do but here you were standing in line to meet your sister’s favorite K-pop group. They were named Bts or Bulletproof scouts or bangtan boys, yes You did know a thing or two about the guys but this was mainly because your sister had made you curious and you did like their song “spring day” a lot but you never had the desire to meet them in person. Your sister had bought a lot of gifts, which she wanted to give them, I had a full bag of stuff and on each item, she had put the name for the member. The minute they came walking in the atmosphere changed into a nervous bunch of girls, which was funny and the girls were all yelling different things at the guys. This went on for a few minutes when we finally had to line up so the fan meet could begin and we were starting with J-Hope, you quickly pulled out the present that she labeled for him and when it was your turn you suddenly got really nervous but you did it anyway.

Hi, what’s your name?” It was such a basic question that you could only stare for a few second which made him smile. “Please don’t be nervous, you’re way too pretty to be nervous.” He was so nice that you finally told your name and quickly gave the gifts. “ thank you, do you have questions you want to ask?” You quickly nodded and got out the notes that your sister made. “My sister wanted to ask you these questions.”

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✯ ——— FIGHT CLUB SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Lose an hour, gain an hour. ’
’ This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. ’
’ Do you hear me now? ’
’ Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. ’
’ Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. ’
’ Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died? ’
’ What are you doing? ’
’ Fight Club was the beginning. ’
’ Turn the wheel now, come on! ’
’ You have to know the answer to this question! ’
’ If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? ’
’ I wouldn’t feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? ’
’ Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? ’
’ I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. ’
’ Hey, you created me. ’
’  Take some responsibility! ’
’ This is it - ground zero. ’
’ Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? ’
’ People are always asking me if I know, _______. ’
’ With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. ’
’ I can’t think of anything. ’
’ I wonder how clean that gun is. ’
’ Ah… flashback humor. ’
’ This is crazy… ’
’ People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… ’
’ Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! ’
’ Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse… ’
’ Look at me… or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. ’
’ First you have to give up, first you have to know… not fear… ’
’ Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It’s not my problem. ’
’ You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? ’
’ In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. ’
’ That’s, um… That’s an interesting theory. ’
‘ I’ve got a stomachful of Xanax. ’
’ I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. ’
’ Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! ’
’ It’s getting exciting now, two and one-half. ’
’ I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. ’
’ Now answer me, why do people think that I’m you. ’
’ Why do people think that I’m you? Answer me! ’
’ Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? ’
’ My God. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school. ’
’ I am Jack’s smirking revenge. ’
’ Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. ’
’ I see all this potential, and I see squandering. ’
’ All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. ’
’ I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. ’
’ I am free in all the ways that you are not. ’
’ They’re gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. ’
’ It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. ’
’ What’s the smell? ’
’ Is that your blood? ’
’ Oh, it’s late. Hey, thanks for the beer. ’
’ I should find a hotel. ’
’ Three pitchers of beer, and you still can’t ask. ’
’ You call me because you need a place to stay. ’
’ Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. ’
’ Would - would that be a problem? ’
’ Can I stay at your place? ’
’ Is it a problem for you to ask? ’
’ You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. ’
’ I felt like destroying something beautiful. ’
’ You’re not how much money you have in the bank. ’
’ You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. ’
’ You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. ’
’ When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… ’
’ Listen up, maggots. You are not special. ’
’ You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. ’
’ You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. ’
’ On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. ’
’ The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. ’
’ Man, you’ve got some fucked up friends, I’m tellin’ ya. ’
’ The things you own end up owning you. ’
’ Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? ’
’ C'mon, do me this one favor. ’
’ How much can you know about yourself, you’ve never been in a fight? ’
’ I don’t wanna die without any scars. ’
’ So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. ’
’ Who gives a shit? No one’s watching. What do you care? ’
’ Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? ’
’ Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! ’
’ Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. ’
’ God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. ’
’ Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey!  ’
’ Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. ’
’ Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? ’
’ One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. ’
’ How’s that working out for you? ’
’ You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. ’
’ This is not the worst thing that can happen. ’
’ There are things about you that I like. ’
’ Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry. ’
’  I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. I’m gone. ’
’ You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! ’
’ You have very serious emotional problems. ’
’ Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. ’
’ You’re not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. ’
’ Why? So you can pretend like you’re interested? ’
’ Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. ’
’ I’ve got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. ’
’ I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. ’
’ After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. ’
’ Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. ’
’ It’s cheaper than a movie, and there’s free coffee. ’
’ Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. ’
’ You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. ’
’ You met me at a very strange time in my life. ’
’ Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. ’
’ Yes, these are bruises from fighting. ’
’ I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. ’
’ Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. ’
’ The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. ’
’ You don’t know where I’ve been. ’
’ You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. ’
’ Would you excuse me? I need to take this. ’
’ Uh, well… You’re not gonna believe this… ’
’ I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes… ’
’ I’ll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you’ll thank me. ’
’ Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. ’
’ When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just… waiting for their turn to speak. ’