you cant even blame me for this one it wasnt even my idea

Who shattered Pink Diamond?

So lots of people started to blame Yellow Diamond but this case isnt as clear as this.

First of  all while Yellow Diamond seems suspicious we should also remember that Yellow even in the past seemed to be very angry and immidately jump to conclusions. YD holds her emotions back and she mourns by using anger and revenge. YD wants to punish that gem who killed PD but her judgement is clouded by her anger. Also remember how the Diamonds were described in the past.

Blue Diamond a stoic ruler who couldnt stand imperfections and weakness  and who rarely showed emotions (just look at how Sapphire and Ruby described her), what we see now is the effect and changes what PD’s death caused in her so it isnt hard to imagine what PD’s death caused in Yellow Diamond.

We know from Peridot that her Diamond suppose to be the most rational one but now that we saw her reactions she behaves very differently or is she? When Peridot called her she behaved very official and someone who would ask logical questions but her behaviour immediately changed when Peridot started to speak about the Earth. I think that in the past YD was actually the most logical one but her sister’s death changed her and filled her with regrets and anger.

Just remember her song. Does this gem look and sound like somebody who killed her sister?

For me no instead she sounds like somebody who cant bare to thought that  her sister died and who wants immediate revenge so she can close of this part of her life as soon as possible. She wants to do this quickly because she feels that her pain will break her and not because she tries to hide that she killed her sister.

Secondly as Zircon said something is very suspicious here. How PD’s gems didnt notice anything or tried to stop Rose and why lots of them dont plan to get revenge but they seem satisfied with their lives elsewhere? We only saw BD, YD and Jasper to care and want to get revenge.

Also remember what Eyeball asked from Jasper (Amethyst) the first place before she admitted she witnessed Rose killing PD? Where were you when it happened?- My question is why would ask this at the first place? It seemed like Eyeball wanted to make sure that Jasper was there or not, but why? Especially because she suspected that Jasper wanted a closure. What if that Eyeball and other gems were in part of the cover up and Eyeball wanted to make sure that Jasper was in it too or that she wasnt there so she could continue the lie…

Third. There are things that still dont make that much sense. Why did the CGs tell Steven that it was Rose who did it while we know that she was innocent? Werent they there or they just assumed Rose did it and she never told them the truth? Garnet said that Rose alway did everything for the Earth and for others so why would she cover something like this up especially because Pink’s death was the reason that the Diamonds used corruption and the cluster against Earth? Who did she try to protect with this?

Fourth. Why Pearl reacted so badly on the Moon base? She looked like somebody who saw something horrible but she also doesnt want to speak about it. Lots people say that it might have been Pearl because she could get close to PD and she also uses swords and she is important enough for Rose to take the blame for but how she could cover it up? Would the other gems deny that it was a Pearl who killed their leaders because of shame? And why would Pearl still held PD’s symbole if she did it? Although for me it is a little bit suspicious that we have never saw her shapeshifting. Maybe she used Rose appearance to make her a hero? Still was she strong enough to crush a diamond?

Then who could do it and why?  I have two (maybe three) theories about this.

1. It was White Diamond. 

We didnt really see her but we see her influence through the show.

Remember the temple pictures? We saw Rose Quartz holding a Diamond against somebody who looks like White Diamond.

What if Pink Diamond took part in the rebelion but she did it under cover. Maybe Rose managed to influence her or it happened the other way around. Maybe PD didnt like how things went on HW and she wanted to creat a whole different system and colony but White Diamond found it out or she just wanted to get rid off her because she opposed her ideas so she killed her.

 She also had enough influence to cover it up.

 And if the theory about Pearl was White Diamond’s Pearl first is true and later on PD accepted her then maybe she wasnt the only gem who PD managed to get away form WD and maybe she was losing many of her followers so she had to kill her sister to mantain her power. It is also very suspicious that only the two other sister care about the killer of PD. And we also saw that WD as the more dominant diamond in the corruption and even in the trial platform too. So she is very suspicious for me.

2.       PD’s followers

 So we heard from Eyeball (and other witnesses also said too) that she saw Rose Quartz shatter PD but if it isnt true and Rose  wasnt there and neither of them Diamonds committed the crime then only the followers left.

 Remember the temple pictures again?

It seems like the hands go toward a diamond. For others this seemed like a praise and the sign of admiration but for me it looked more like gems wanted to tear apart their diamond. It wouldnt be the first time that people=gems rebel against their ruler and kill them. They could have the time and could cover it up and they dont seem to mind PD’s absence that much (except Jasper) and it would also make sense why Pearl was in shock and why she fled and why would  Rose cover it up especially if some of her friends took part in it, maybe the rebels managed to convince the other gems to take part in the rebelion and they wanted to get rid off PD. I mean it probably wasnt only Bismuth who thought shattering a diamond will bring peace and freedom.

But we still have to answer lots of questions like how? They probably needed much more strenght to accomplish this but were they really able to do it? Maybe with fusion or they used some kind of weapon?

3+. Which is a combination of the two.

WD managed to use PD’s followers and the rebels to turn against PD and helped them out to shatter her. This seems the most possible for me.

 I still have questions tho. Why were the pearls so suprised about PD’s Pearl? Did they just forget about her or assumed that she died?

And why did the Diamonds get rid off PD’s symbole? It seems that somebody works very hard to destroy even the memory of Pink Diamond.

Last picture is from the Su wiki.

anonymous asked:

How come mister doesn't have a little ? 😮 He's da perfect dadda!!


I get this question like every day…. so I will put things plain.

I am a lot to deal with.

Personal issues

I have agoraphobia. (look it up) combined with anxiety and paranoia disorders. this causes me to be extremely guarded, especially when it comes to most personal details about myself. It gives me great anxiety to reveal things… because I always think people are going to turn on me, come to get me, or otherwise take me from my safety.

My safety circle is a small radius that encompasses about a 3 mile ring around my house. I chose this house for specific reasons. its in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to everything I need that I can go out when appropriate to get it.

I have my groceries delivered. The guy delivers pizza and for 20 bucks he picks up my order and brings it to my house. He leaves it on the porch. No one but my brother and therapist have been in my house in several years outside of a few excruciatingly difficult events.

These problems are coupled with the fact that I am incredibly private.

most cant handle them and give up.  

(I wasnt always like this,… and I dont always expect to be. I am working hard on it every day.)


At the same time, I am also very dominant… very intimidating.. and very critical. The one who captures my heart, has to deal with a lot.  My Dom side often spills over into things… causing me to be cold, causing me to be stressful. I can be very selfish and such. I have high expectations.

I can be mean… I can be vicious even. And my irish blood doesnt take well to being crossed.

“Tumblr Famous”

most cant handle my status…. including my “internet fame”…. I get propositioned, daily. I obviously get a lot of attention from lost littles. 

jealousy is not something that can exist in the heart of the one who seeks to submit to me. But at the same time, once I am locked down.. I am very loyal. but.,.. most cant see the forest for the trees. So they make assumptions, pigeon hole me… turn me into a cliche’… and ultimately drive me away with their own self sabotage.

And thats a tremendous turn off.

I dont do jealousy. I dont do those who give me grief about things I cannot control. I cant control the actions, thoughts and emotions of other people. I am certainly not going to sit back and be blamed for them. I will run my blog as I see fit according to how it flows and moves me. At the end of the day, its still going to be there… no matter what. 


I can be reserved… quiet… and pensive a lot of the time. I am a deep thinker and meditate. People often mistake this as disinterest. I am naturally in defense mode expecting that everyone has an ulterior motive (because usually they do)… and these thoughts, coupled with my paranoia… dont do well. 

I’m not one to reveal much about my personal self, and thats something that you work for if you really care and want to know. How old are you Mister? Where do you live Mister? Whats your name Mister?


I’m not your traditional fly by night Daddy dom. 

I have years of experience, mentor ship and education that I can credit myself to… and anyone whose been around here for more than 5 minutes is going to tell you exactly that I know what I’m talking about and I do it well. Some would consider me an ALPHA in the game, maybe even THEE ALPHA, and along with that status I expect a certain level of thought be put into how I am seen and perceived. 

Yes I am completely narcissistic. I wont try to hide it.
Yes I am selfish at times.
….. I’m a Dom. duh.

I have a lot of power that I could easily abuse…. but I also have this rare thing called standards and morals. Imagine that… hard to believe it actually still exists in our world, but it does. I’m not easy… and I dont think with my dick.

So figure that one out.

 I am also one who has been around the block his fair share, I have owned subs and littles, I have been part of my local community, I have physically taught and trained many, I have studied this lifestyle at a collegiate level, and I have painstakingly crafted a blog in order to pass that wisdom and experience on to others in hopes that they might learn and succeed themselves.

I’m not one of these guys who sits around looking up the ddlg tag, getting my idea of it from porn, and then setting out to claim and conquer every girl I can in the process of trying to get mine and leaving them in the dust.

I have a genuine passion and caring for those in my community, daddy and little, and a great desire to improve the lives of each and every one I come in contact with.,

And if one little messages me telling me that they benefited even in the slightest way from what I do, that makes it worth it for me.

and I dont need a little to do that.

yes it would be nice, and maybe some day I will…

but the one who holds that title, who gives me her great gift of submission, is going to have to be extremely patient, hold no judgments or jealousy, and really take some time to figure me out and realize exactly the kind of opportunity she has sitting in front her… because the one who does that, is the one who is going to beat out all the others.

Everyone gets a shovel….

….. its what you do with that shovel that gets you to the goal.

Its just a shame that most end up using it to dig their own graves.

I blame Ciro for this...

Note: We all have our opinions and rants. This is mine.

Alright, I took a back seat long time ago with rants, I PRAISED this show. STUCK UP for Ciro all this time. I dont blame the whole TMNT crew cause they were doing their job. But I will blame you CIRO.

From the very beginning you said you had 5 seasons planned. So this “finale” of yours was planned? Really? When even the network changes it up, that kinda gives you an idea, it should give you an idea that, the “Finale” wasnt child friendly. IM AN ADULT AND THAT SHIT WASNT FRIENDLY WITH ME.

We can handle alot. Well I can, I dont know about others. I wont speak for others. But for myself, I handled Splinters deaths, the fast pacing, and the stuff that made no fucking sense what so ever. I handled your stupid obsession with monsters back in the day, and with your annoying references, I put up with the ending to that space arc, WHICH ILL ADMIT I LOVED IT, but of course you had to make it so…deflated.

Season 4 should of been the ending to this series. Season 5 should of never been made, and if it had, you should of resolved the fucking stuff you started not make insane bullshit tales. Granted the crossover arc and ICK was indeed canon and legit, but it again held nothing. Usagi arc, while it was amazing to see him, IT DID FUCKING NOTHING.


Okay. Breathe Mik. Breathe. I know its not totally Ciro’s fault, for the other arcs, but this “Finale” bullshit I BLAME HIM FOR. IT has his name written all over it. You seriously just couldnt give these teens a happy ending could you? I legit see why Nick canned your ass. If it was up to, the turtles would of either been horrible injured or killed. Splinter already died for shit sake. Like in season 5, i ACTUALLY STARTED MISSING THE KRAANG AND SHREDDER. Why? BECAUSE THOSE WERE ACTUALLY GOOD FUCKING PLOTS YOU DIP—

Argh. My rage. 

Im trying to be level headed here. Im trying to be calm. Im trying to see your side Ciro. But honestly I cant. To say you have respect for the turtles and then go and do this to them was just, mind blowing.

Now Im not saying go be a dick to this guy, sadly he had his version, thank god its fucking over. YEAH I JUST SAID THAT YOU DICK. but that doesnt mean I cant be mad. I will be mad for a while. We should be mad. NO KID WANTED YOUR SHITTY “FINALE” hell not even adults. YOU WASTED OUR TIME. But why the fuck would you care? You got paid. You got your joy. Just wow. I heard your other shows you did ended great ((forgive me if im wrong)) so why couldnt this show? 

I dont know, I know im being unfair, but I cant help but to think this stupid finale was on Ciro himself. He never liked master splinter, and it shows in all the finales except season 1. I kinda think Nick had it when you tried it for a third time. HELL I HAD IT WHEN SEASON 4 HIT.

Whats bad is, IM LOOKING FORWARD TO 2018 VERS. Why? Causes its not in your sadisting horror movie obsessed grubby little hands. 


I know you had a motive, and thats my thought. I pray you never come near tmnt ever again.

and if this finale wasnt you’re fault, then fine, I’ll despise you for killing off splinter and making those boys suffer.

This show had promise. This show came out, and made me fall in love with these turts. Made me fall in love with everything of these turtles. Season 5… as much as I love ships. And the kavaxas story, and all the other tales, I wished this show would of ended at season 4, because it ended in a decent way. In A RESPECTABLE FASHION.

Would it resolve issues that are now left unresolved? No, but it surely would of been better then that apocolypse bullshit.


And learn that TMNT will be rebooted, and your version may even get remade in the future into someone elses vision. So no this does not stop ANYONE to go back and change this. It will happen. Like it or not.

Aslo, this isnt related to this but Im glad the show is over cause now I dont have to see you and brandon whining about leaked episodes or spoilers. Like holy shit guys. But I digress. For now.

Ciro, to me, you were the villain this whole time. Flavor yourself and stay away from TMNT all together if your not gonna give it the closure it fucking deserved.

Stick to fanfiction.

Now if you excuse me, Im gonna write my au, and do some funny edits for the fandom. Or maybe draw… anything to get that shit out of my head. 

Ill do a post later on maybe expressing about the fandom and stuff…but I wont say goodbye. I will go on with this show as if it hasnt ended.


I wrote this after I realized how hard it is for me to talk to normal people. It really hit me and all I knew was that I had to write down what I felt and you're gonna learn a lot about me. Not finished but enjoy my craziness.

Life is crazy. If you really take the time to think about it , everything that happens could be described as a miracle. Youre living right now and youre you right now, just think about that, there are infinite possibilities on who you could have become and you are who you are right now, but are you really being you? If you take a look at yourself right now do you like who are and how you act in the public eye? Everyone is trying to impress each other and it hasnt just become thius way and it isnt just in cleveland or ohio or america its the whole world, throughout history, forever. Its conformity, wanting to be in style is destroying the human race, limitimg us. Its sad that i cant even blame people for not wanting to be different because i know that theyre scared because people dont like different, humans are close minded and selfish and we have always hurt people for being different. And its crazy because the only reason im able to speak this way now is because ive never been good at conforming even when i tried and i ttruly did.
As far as i can remember i always felt out of place, even around family, especially around my family. I hate to say this but my family is made out of a bunch of truly dumb people and i dont mean that as an insult, i mean it truly and i hate to say this even more, my mother is the worst of them all. Everyday i realize this more and more and everday i thank whatever universal force there is that i am the way i am. My family does nothing but argue, i have no real connection with anyuone in my family and even when i was younger i realized this and so even the people that know me best know little to nothing about my family. Its sad but i think i had to learn a lot about the world on my own, I had no Father figure though i am named after him but mmaybe thats why ive been going by Hamilton lately, because he dosnt deserve me as a son. I am 19 years old now and the last time i seen him i was five and in a way i thank him for leaving because i wouldnt be me right now. I know nothing of my fathers side of the family and i have step siblings i have obly met once. Thinking about this makes me wonder how i got to this mindset even more.
My mothers side of the family consists of my grandmother, my aunt, my uncle, my aunts son (my cousin), and my uncles two kids (other two cousins), and my sister of course, these are the only ones i have interacted with. My uncle is doin the best because he got away, he moved to Japan years ago and has started his own family and is a teacher there but even he was never able to fully gain a connection with me, i dont even know if i truly care about him or anyone in my family for that matter. My aunt has basically given herself to religion (which i will talk about later) and has even married a preacher, she like my uncle has basically abandoned the the sinking ship that is my family. Her son, my cousin, who as a kid i enjoyed so much went to jail when i was still young and didnt get out until it was already too late (hes back in jail again as i write this) to make a connection with me, he is maybe the only one who couldve been a figure for me.
Being close minded is the worst thing you could be. Thats what my mom and grandma are. They completely refuse to change any idea that have in their heads so thats why they are dumb and so it is impossible for me or anyone to really talk to them. They are lonely and i know it, but its too late to save them. I dont live a privileged life, i truly had to work for everything that i have. In this house we have gone months without heat and hot water during the winter and we have gone months in scorching summers without cool air. My mothers everything wasnt enough. Its because the way she was raised by my grandmother who is just insane and angry at the world. I dont know much about how my mother and her siblings were raised, i only here passing stories like the time she held a knife to my uncles throat. Whenever she argues with one of my family members now she says that she would kill them if they were around her and i believe her.
However everything that my family is, it all goes back to how they were raised, it made them who they are and unfortunately it looks like my sister is taking after them and letting them run her life (shes 11 months older than me). Then why am i different? Was i born to think like this and not be like my family? Ive known for a long time that ive wanted to help people but today i think ive realized how im supposed to help I cant save my family members but maybe i can save you and whoever else reads this by passing on my philosophy on how we as the human race should be living. I feel like ive become more and more enlightened recently and i feel like i was always meant to reach this point but first i want everyone to understand how i got here to who i am now because while i was born different it was a process to get to where i feel like ive woken up.
The first stage of going through this process is becoming extremely arrogant and i truly did think i was better than everyone for a long time in my life, all throughout middle school and for half my highschool experience. This arrogance always made me lazy and in school i was never one to care about grades and i didnt realize until recently that its because im not meant for school and there are probably many others who feel the same. Even now when i feel good about life and everything, i still have no motivation to try in my classes and if youre reading this and feel the same way trust me when i say that you shouldnt try to force it, at least not in college. I went to a private catholic school since 2nd grade and somehow ended up graduating from middle school and i even made friends who i know to this day but unfortunately my grades (and my mothers funds) were not enough to get me into a private high school and i ended up attending a public highschool, james ford rhodes.
This ended up being the peak of my arrogance, i looked around at all these kids who acted so differently from me, even more than what i was accustomed to and they all seemed so dumb to me and all the high school work seemed so easy which made me even more lazy and i ended up doing the bare minimum for the rest of highschool as well. I forgot to mention that as a kid i had the biggest morals, didnt even start cursing until 7th grade and that was only to get attention when my middle school “popularity” went down. I read too many books and i thought i was meant to be a hero and be truly the best person, so even in high school i looked down on those who drank or smoked anything. Looking back now i realize that in those first two years of high school i was lost, i realized i had no friends and this is when i truly tried to be like the rest of kids in my generation and it worked a little bit, although i became a shadow to the little people i knew at school, i was a background character and it sucked because i knew i wasnt being me and i was realizing more and more that i didnt belong.


Now that I am 17, I’ve gotten to a point where I can really step back and look at my relationships with both my parents… I have some things I want to say.

*Answer by Tyler the Creator plays in the background*

Dad…Not father. Not role model. Why did you leave?

Thats all I want to know. Why was I not worth the effort for you to stay?

You stayed for my other 4 half siblings. And had even more. What did they have that I didnt? I was your first born girl. Was I never special to you?

Does that not mean anything to you?

I guess the only reason your ducking and dodging me is because youre afraid to answer my questions.

The same questions that I had haunt me in my darkest hours in my deepest dispair, your too cowardly to face up to.

I guess that proves that im braver than you.

For so long you had been the catalyst for why I never even entertained the thought of having children and starting my own family.

I never wanted a man to do what you did to my mom. I never want to go through what shes going through even still today. I was terrified of the thought. The possibility. I still very much am.

Everyone around me thinks im so well adjusted, so well rounded. I turned out infinately better than your first born, my brother. Who you also abandoned.

Im the “golden child” now. Not ony because of my light skinned complexion, but because Im expected to make up for all my older brother’s f*ck ups and cant make any mistakes for myself.

Sometimes I suspect when you abandoned me, you left behind a microscope for everyone to look on my life through.

Because God forbid I do make a mistake like get a bad grade in school on my report card, that would shatter the perfect girl image everyone was so kind to build for me.

But why should that matter? Even if I act like I live in a plastic house, like I have been, youve made me feel like Im still not good enough for you.

You missed out on everything. All the awards I earned from school, all the things I went through that made me who I am today. No thanks to you.

I tried talking to you countless times, tried going through my grandmother, your mom, to meet or at least talk to you on the phone and it was to no avail.

But the last time I reached out really got to me. It shows me that once and for all, after so many years, and so many tears, that you really truly do not care about me.

I tried calling everyone to get through to you. Not one person picked up their phones on that specific day. Not my older half brother who I set it up through, not my aunts or uncles. No one.

Ive already outlived that phase where I desperately wanted to get in contact with you, just to have a relationship with you, no mention of how you treated me  or for financial support, but now…I just dont care.

Thats what youve been trying to show me all along and now I have the emotional and mental compacity to reciprocate it.

I am my fathers daughter. Arent you so pround of me? Im really putting to use the one thing youve taught me in my life.

Hows it feel to finally lose the last shred of respect, patience, hope and possibly love of your first born daughter?

Your just a stranger on the street to me now. In fact, If i did see you on the street, I wouldnt even know it was you because Ive completely forgotten what you look like. What your voice sounds like. Youre just another face in the crowd to me now.

What cuts deeper is that even the men in my family have let me down in big ways one way or another. All of them. My uncle on my mothers side, her father, my cousins, your first born and my half brother who’s birthday is only three days after mine, your second oldest (you didnt abandon him though). All of them.

But dont worry. I dont hate men. Im not blaming the entire male populace for YOUR biggest f*ck up. I dont make generalizations about men or even adopted the oh-so-popular “men aint sh!t” idea so many of my fellow melanin sistahs whos hearts have been broken my the BOYS like you, in their lifes.

I hurt. and you dont care.

Ive probably gone through more emotions than you ever will at only 17 than you already have at 40-something.

One day youre going to have to answer that question. That one everpresent question that im afraid to ask myself.

Why did you leave?

And after I dont know how many years, you better have a d@mn good answer.

For so long ive felt so alone. And I didnt even know why. I had a deep seeded ache for something missing in my life that I could not place way down in my soul.

Its still there. I dont know what it is that this hole wants. I dont know what its going to take to make me feel complete but I cant help but feel like it had something to do with you. And that just may be the worst part. To be powerless in a situation you want to change so badly but just cant.

I never knew a parent could hurt their own child as you’ve hurt me. But you did.

Lesson learned.

My hope for you in the future is that you finally grow up to be a man and to want to correct the mistakes youve made thus far. I might be the only mistake you cant correct but I hope you make things right with every other wrong youve done.

I also hope that I do have a relationship with my other half siblings as they become adults. Not under your parental authority. I even hope to speak with child No.7 you left back in Jamaica, your home country.

I hope shes doing well as I type this. Your big sis loves you, hon. Even if our dad doesnt.

I wonder how the second oldest is coping with this too. Does he know you abandoned us or did you lie to him and allow him to believe youre somebody youre not. I’ve always known you and him werent wrapped too tight.

My last hope is to, If I decide to, be an infinately better parent to my child/ren than you are to me. To be cautious making decisions that may effect my potential future children, myself, and my future husband. Even as I dont know who my future husband is, or wether or not I DO want to have chldren, Youve taught me a some valuable lessons and affected their lives. Especially my FH, he’s going to REALLY have to have his sh!t together for me to even take a second glace at him. 1) Be careful who you have children with and to have children for the right reasons, 2)To make decisions, no matter how hard, to protect myself and those around me, 3) and the importance of a safe and happy home, which is needed for children to be raised in, which is to be provided by both mother and father. Ive learned all of your mistakes and now at 17, I know how to avoid them.

Maybe thats all you were meant to be in my life for after all. Just to teach me those lessons. If so, I just wished it wasnt such as painful lessons to learn.

Maybe I should be thanking you after all. Im a lot luckier-no, blessed, than the overwhelming majority of black peers I see raised without fathers. I think I turned out really well. Ive learned a lot and will take what I have learned with me for the rest of my life. High school, College and beyond.

Yeah you caused me a lot of pain by not being in my life but change cannot be without pain or suffering, can it?

I guess thats all a part of being a black woman isnt it?

{Requested by the lovely the-life-of-bambiiii :3}

You were sitting at home cuddling next to your boyfriend Andy. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, he was leaving for tour soon and you were honestly not prepared to be alone in the house for a very long time. Just the thought of it made you very sad.
Your thoughts were distracted by the feeling of your cheek being stroked by the back of Andy’s huge hand.

You looked at him when you flinched a little at the feeling, it made you all tingly inside. “Whats on your mind hm?” He gently asked. You shook your head at first but he wasnt going to take that for answer. He pulled you close to him and stroked your soft hair.
“Come on tell me, I know when youre all deep in thought.” He tells you.
You hesitated, you didnt want to make him feel bad for leaving you, but at the same time there was no way that you could lie to his face. From the beginning you made a promise to always be honest with him, and you were not planning on breaking that promise.

You sighed as you leaned your away from his chest. You looked straight into his piercing blue eyes. His expression became concerned when he saw the sadness in your lovely eyes.
“Whats wrong (Y/N)?”
“Its just…I wish you didnt have to go away…”
“Aww babe I feel the same way…believe me I wish I could just cancel.”
You nodded but you werent finished pouring your heart out yet.
“Yeah I know…but you dont know what its like for me Andy…not waking up next to you in the morning..being cold at night when I go to sleep…its terrible going so many days without you.” You finished.

Andy looked completely heartbroken when you confessed how you felt about him leaving. He really wanted to do something to make you smile. That when he leaves, you would be happy and not depressed.
He held you close to him and attacked you with kisses everywhere on your soft face. “Im sorry honey…” were the only words he managed to speak.
“Its not your fault…”
“But I feel like it is…”
“Andy I just told you how I feel, Im not blaming you I would never do that..”
For the rest of the night, not a word was spoken. The next thing you knew you just closed your eyes and fell asleep on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which was in sync with yours.

The next morning, you woke up on the couch alone. A blanket was over you and a soft pillow was placed under your head. You looked around for your boyfriend but he was nowhere in sight. Since you were a little sleepy still, part of you felt like he had already left for tour. “Andy?” You called out.
In less than a second he entered the living room and kneeled down next to you kissing your forehead.
“Hey sleepy head I thought you would never wake up.” He said chuckling.
“I dont usually wake up at this time, what are you doing up so early?”
“I couldnt wait any longer to tell you, so I just waited for you to wake up.”
You became confused a little, “Wait for what?” You asked.
“Just get dressed, Im taking you somewhere.”
“Cant tell you, its a surprise.” He sang smerking and walking away from you.

You didnt really like when your man acted all sneaky, but in a way to you it made him look even sexier.
A half hour later after you freshened up and got dressed, Andy drove a long way and you were even more confused when he parked in front of a pet shop.
“Huh?” You muttered.
He smiled and laughed a little at the look on your face.
“Come on get out of the car.” He ordered. As you got out you clinged onto his arm. “You wanna start explaining now?”
He didnt say a word and pulled you inside, straight to where the cute animals were.
“Oh my gosh…” you squealed at all the cute puppies, hamsters and bunnies.
“Okay NOW I will start explaining.” Andy tells you. “I brought you here to pick out a pet so you wont be so lonely while Im on tour. I know its not the best idea but-“
“No dont say that this is the sweetest idea ever.” You assure him pecking his sexy and soft lips.

He smiled big, as long as you were happy, he was happy. “Well take your pick.” He says.
You were looking through all the cute animals and could not decide on which one. Even though they were all so adorable, none of them really catched your heart.
“Whats the matter cant decide?” He asked.
You shook your head, “Not really.” You replied. Since Andy knew you all to well, he caught sight of the certain furry creature that had bright green eyes and black fur. It also had a white spot on its back that was shaped like a heart.
“Oh baaaabe.” He sang.
You turned around and gasped. Your eyes widened in awe, the kitten immediately interacted with you as it started meowing like crazy. “Take me (Y/N) take me! I will snuggle with you and play with you, I promise.” Andy said in a cute tone, grabbing its tiny paw and moving it up and down waving at you. You laughed and craddled it in your hands. Its head was rubbing against your chest and purring as its big googly green eyes looked up at you meowing.
“Its so cuute.” You cooed. Andy read the information on the kitty. “Its a girl, her name is cookie. And according to this she’s very affectionate.”

You giggled when she rubbed against you more. “Yeah I can tell.”
Moments later, Andy signed papers to adopt cookie. When you brought her home she quickly felt comfortable.
You and Andy were smiling as she ran around the living room.
You snuggled against him on the couch. And looked up at him. “This was the most sweetest thing you have ever done for me…thank you babe…” you tell him. He cuffed your face and gazed at you, “Anything to make my baby smile..” He gently responded.
As he was leaning in to kiss your lips, the adorable furball came and interrupted you guys causing you both to laugh and say in unison…

(This was too cute! Im gonna go cuddle with my cats now xD)

Harry Potter is Dead || Drarry

(A/N) I have changed a few small details but not too many , it just makes this scene easier. Iv also had to go with Draco’s parents still being on the death eater side when they arrive at the castle. U will find out why but I hope its ok.

The war was horrible. Draco couldn’t count how many dead bodies he had seen today. The number of sobbing people who had found their loved ones dead. Ron Weasly being one of them. The look Draco saw pass over Ron’s face as he discovered his brother was dead and the way he had held his limp body in his lap. He had never felt fond of the red head but he tolerated him because he was Harry’s friend and that’s what Harry wanted.

He saw Harry watching from afar and could see the guilt in his eyes. He blamed himself even though it wasn’t his fault. He saw Harry look toward another couple dead on the floor and he realised it was Mr Lupin and his wife. The last person in his dad’s friend group he realised, the last person who was like family to Harry’s father, family to him.

Draco ached to reach for his boyfriend and hold him in his arms but he stayed where he was. Harry needed space.

But now Draco couldn’t find Harry anywhere, he had looked all through the hall and ran around the castle but it was no use. He refused to believe that harry had done what Voldemort asked. Surely someone would have stopped him, but draco had only lost sight of him after the voice sounded through the hall and he couldnt stop the dreadfull feeling from pooling up inside his gut. Eventualy he ran into Hermione and Ron clutching onto each other on the staircase. They looked up at Draco with worried eyes, Hermione’s puddled with tears 

“Where is he” Draco demanded “tell me where he is” but they didn’t respond. Hermione just broke down into even more tears and hid her face in Ron’s sleeve “n-no” draco stuttered “h-he wouldn’t”.

“We tried to stop him. We begged him to take us with” Ron said, his voice shaking and Draco could feel himself begin to tremble. “N-no. He cant. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t leave me” Draco tried to deny what Ron told him but he knew it was true. It took all his strength not to break down right there and then, to stop his legs from buckling beneath him. Harry was strong, the strongest person he had ever met. Harry would come back.

People started to gather around the front entrance of the castle, Draco, Hermione and Ron along with the rest of the D. A all stood among the front of the crowd. What was going on?

Voldemort came into view with his death eaters in tow and something big being dragged behind. He stopped opposite them, a smirk on his snake like face and his last horcrux by his side. It gave draco the shivers.

If Voldemort was in front of them then where was harry? Draco could tell Ron and Hermione were thinking the same thing. Everyone was tense as the silence dragged on until Voldemort’s voice cut through it like a sharp knife.

“Harry Potter is dead” he announced “he was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won”

He moved aside and Hagrid was forced forwards, attached to a thick rope. Harry, limp in his arms as he looked down at the boy he had known for so long.

And that was all it took. Draco felt as if his heart had shattered into a million peices and his lungs were caving in. He couldn’t breathe and he couldnt stand. His legs broke from under him as he let out a jagged scream, a cry so full of pain and hatred for the monster in front of him. His whole body shook with fierce sobs, he didn’t register the pain as his knees his the ground.

His harry was gone.

All the anger bubbled up in his chest until it burst. He tried to lunge towards Voldemort, he wanted to kill him, he would kill him but Luna and Neville grabbed his arms and held him back. Luna wrapped her arms around him and held him as he shook and cried out

Voldemort looked taken aback by his outburst and his parents looked flabbergasted. They had no idea why Draco was doing this. Why he was making a fool out of the Malfoy name for crying over Harry bloomin Potter.

Narcissa held out her arms and called for her son to come to her but he didnt move. When voldemort extended his arm and ordered for malfoy to come back and join him he just cluched onto Luna even tighter. He couldn’t move or do anything and he certainly wasnt going to join the thing that killed the one person he loved more than anything.

Voldemort’s face became contorted with anger as he ordered Draco a second time but still nothing. Before anyone could react voldemort lifted his wand, aimed it at Draco and sent his curse flying straight towards him. He heard his mother scream.

Just as fast, Harry was out of Hagrids arms and blocking the curse from hitting Draco.

Draco looked up from the ground and stared at harry’s back through his wattery eyes. He couldnt believe it. Harry wasnt dead. He heard everyone gasp and the look on Voldemort’s face was a picture and a half.

“That’s… my… boyfriend” he growled and he sent his own curse towards voldemort.

The next thing Draco knew, a huge ruckus started back up and Luna heaved an astonished draco off the ground. Everyone was one on one with a death eater and back to fighting for their lives. All kinds of lights and sparks flying everywhere.

Voldemort’s body hit the ground with a humane thud, Harry’s wand still aimed where he had been. The silence returned as everyone took in what had just happened.

They had won. Harry had defeated voldemort. Harry Potter was alive.

All of a sudden the great hall was flooded with noise but draco didnt care, he couldnt hear what everone was saying. He could hear his parents near him, calling his name but he didnt listen.

Harry slowly turned around and met Draco’s eyes. And no one dared try stop them as they ran straight into each others arms. Draco could feel Harry shaking as he held onto him so tight nothing could take him away.

He leaned back and crashed his lips down onto Harry’s not giving a fuck if he was in a hall full of people and Harry clearly didnt care either as their lips moved against each other with such desperate forse. Their tongues fighting together as if their was no tomorrow. It wasn’t a carefull, slow, romantic kiss but one full of emotion and desperation as their teeth clashed.

Draco’s hands were gripping tightly onto the back of Harry’s jumper, scared someone would try and take him away again and Harry’s hands were on either side of Draco’s face holding him tenderly, keeping him close.

“Dont you ever do that again you bastard” Draco gasped into his mouth

“I thought I’d lost you” Harry caught Draco’s tears with the pads of his thumbs as he rested their foreheads together, their shallow breaths mixing together.

“Im not going anywhere” Harry promised