you know just what i meant

Title: Quiet

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Questions, comments, concerns? Let me know.

Word Count: 1,224


Sean was the quietest person you had ever dated. He didn’t exaggerate stories, he didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t talk just to hear himself talk; he meant what he said and he said what he meant. You genuinely appreciated that about him, but it was also the one thing about him that made you question your entire relationship.

The two of you had been dating for almost 11 months and you weren’t entirely where you stood with him. Sure, the two of you were dating, you knew that much. But you weren’t sure how serious he was about your relationship. The two of you always had a great time together; he spent almost all his free time with you, you went to his games, you had met his sister; things seemed to be going well. Sean was never very expressive and it led you to question your relationship a lot.

Slipping your key into the lock, you pushed open his apartment door, his dry-cleaned suits draped over your arm. You had offered to check on his apartment when he went out on road trips and had volunteered to pick up his dry cleaning. Somedays, when you were really questioning his feelings for you, you wondered if he just kept you around to check on his apartment.  

Sighing, you walked into his room, pulling the step stool out of his closet. You climbed up; hanging the suits on the highest rack in his closet. You tripped off the step stool; your hand knocking a shoe box off the shelf as you tried to stop yourself from falling. The lid fell off as the box hit the floor, its contents spilling across the carpet. Your feet hit the ground, managing not to hurt yourself. You hurriedly started gathering the fallen items together, tossing them back in the box.

You were about to put the lid on the box when you snuck a peak at the photo on top of the pile of items. It was a half of a photo strip from a photo booth. Photos from one of your early dates with Sean. You had ripped the strip in half, giving two pictures to Sean and keeping the other two to yourself. Your curiosity grew; not able to contain yourself,  you dug into the box. There were ticket stubs, photos, notes you had written him… One of the ticket stubs was from a movie you had gone to together and found so incredibly boring you had ending up making out in the dark theater like kids.  Sifting through more items, you found a stub from a concert you had gone to, Sean sitting you on his shoulders during your favorite song so you could have a clear view of the stage.

You were so deep in thought as your pored over the keepsakes; you didn’t hear the door open or Sean come inside the room. You only noticed his presence when his shadow appeared across a scorecard from one of your mini-golf dates that was clutched in your hand. You dropped the card back in the box, guiltily looking up at Sean who dropped his travel bag on the floor beside him.

“What ya got there?” he questioned, his face impossible to read.

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry.” you blabbered. “I was putting your suits away and I knocked the box over and I got curious. Fuck. We’ll just forget I ever saw it.” you said, shuffling the items into a pile and depositing them back in the box.

“(Y/N), wait.” Sean said, dropping to the floor beside you. “It’s fine, I wasn’t hiding it.” he smiled, sitting so close to you his leg was pressed to yours.

You glanced at him nervously. “I still shouldn’t have been going through it.”

“Of all the things you could snoop through while I was gone, I’m glad it was this.” he said as he pulled the box in front of him, pulling out a photo of the two of you.

“This was from our first date. I remember because that dress looked great on you…” he said, handing you the photo. “And because I had to throw that shirt away because I spilled red wine on myself…” he muttered.

“I forgot about that!” you laughed. “You almost tripped the waiter and managed to lose your keys in the same night.”

“Don’t remind me.” he chuckled. “I never thought I’d see you after that date. I was such a train wreck that night.”

“That’s part of the reason I decided to go out with you again.” you admitted, looking at the photo. “There were a lot of bumps along the way that night, but you kept a smile on your face the whole evening.”

“That’s because I was with you.” he said smiling.

“Sean, I had no idea you kept all this stuff.” you said, rummaging through the box.

“I mean, I love the time we spend together. I’m a hockey player, not a scrapbooker so I just kinda tossed everything in the box to remember what we were up to.” he shrugged, continuing to look through the pile.

“This is really sweet, Sean.” you replied, resting your arm on his leg.

“You know, now I have to find you a better gift.” he said absentmindedly, glancing over at your confused face. “I was going to give you this as part of your anniversary gift.” he explained.

“Our anniversary?” you asked softly, your heart melting.

“Yeah, the first Tuesday of next month and we’ll have been together a year.”

“I didn’t realize you were that serious about us.” you said.

“Wait, what do you mean?” he asked, hurt in his voice.

“I don’t know, I mean, I know we’re dating but we’ve just never declared what this is.” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “I’ve been hoping that—“

“I’m all yours; I have been since our first date. I haven’t been with anyone but you since that day.” he explained.

“We just never talked about it and I didn’t want to assume.” you explained quickly. “I’m all in Sean, it’s just been me and you since day one.”

“Good, good.” he murmured, you could practically see the thoughts swirling through his mind. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear sooner. I know I’m not very good at expressing my feelings. Sorry.” he said, his dark eyes locked on yours as he wrapped his arms around you; pressing a kiss to your temple.

“And Sean, you don’t have to get me anything else for our anniversary.” you muttered, your read resting on his shoulder. “This is already the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me.” you said, smiling as you looked down at the box.

Sean stared down at you thoughtfully. “I love you, you know that right?”

“I do now.”

“Fuck, I didn’t realize… I just thought you knew.” he muttered. “I’m not very good at this.” he sighed.

“Just so you know, I love you, too.” you smiled.

“How many times do I need to tell you I love you to make up for all the time I haven’t been saying it?”

“This box makes up for all the time you haven’t said it.”

“If I ever go another day without telling you that I love you, just slap me okay?”


HockeyWritingCollective Masterlist (X)

Request: could you do something cute with sean monahan? maybe about him being kind of quiet or not very expressive?

anonymous asked:

Hey, astrophysics student back again, I didn't really know anything about Bill Nye except he had some sort of children's programme, but I just saw a gif set where he's on about gender and I suddenly get exactly what you meant the other day. Like, it was all fine except then he says 'there's evidence that your gender expression can change over your lifetime' first of all, what evidence Bill? And second, isn't that incredibly disrespectful to trans people? To imply that one's gender expression (1)

(2) can change is to imply that trans people have a choice in being trans and that there is merit in conversion therapy. I had thought the politically correct consensus was ‘born this way’ and nobody can help what their gender/sexuality is. There’s an argument there against letting people transition because what if they change their mind again? Back to the other gender? I don’t understand how someone can say that and not see the harmful implications :/


Heyo! Yeah people seem to think Science is basically saying “yo there’s evidence” and then leaning back with a knowing smile on your face. Any scientist worth their salt knows how vicious, uncertain, and difficult any firm “conclusion” in science can be. There’s evidence for lots of things, but that evidence doesn’t mean it’s true, or it exists.

fyi if y’all ever write anything in a neutral or joking tone that’s meant to be positive and I take it as negative/sarcastic please don’t feel guilty, it’s ok to just gently let me know I took it the wrong way.

I am both Autistic and Borderline and both of those things make reading tone incredibly difficult both irl and online, I’ve improved a lot but definitely still misinterpret things on occasion and if I misread something you say there’s no need to feel like you’ve done something wrong. Just let me know what your real intent was because I truly do want to understand things correctly.

you know, if cal’s death (basically anything that’s happened, even what happened after the Huntington’s) didn’t feel like it was just a crap soap opera move for drama and actually meant something i’d probably be cool with it, but everything that’s happened since ethan found out he has huntington’s (even the be more cal stuff) is just so much for the views and drama without anything meaningful (like a lot of things on casualty recently, i mean they barely focused on grace which could have been done really well and instead focused on relationships and feuds??) and i get they want views and all the soaps out there do shit like this, but this used to be a good programme before they started appealing to the eastenders and coronation street etc type viewers and now my favourite characters are slowly getting destroyed and this programme has just become so much of an annoyance for me 

anonymous asked:

Okay i totally agree with you on the lesbian JD thing. I love it! But at the same time idk how to feel about it becoming a normal thing for when regional theatres do heathers. It makes it a lot about JD being...queer which nothing is wrong with that it's just that JD as a male heterosexual makes him psychotic because he doesn't have such a good motive to murder other then "people are assholes and that's never gonna change"

I know! That’s exactly how I feel and what I meant by the post. I see how it may be taken differently though.

anonymous asked:

I've got an Aasimar gunslinger whose backstory is that he poked a deity or was poked by a deity and gifted with the designs for fire arms but cause baby gods underestimate their own strength he doesn't recall anything other than that so I'm toying with the idea of either he was literally created on the spot for the purpose of bring forth this god of guns or he just tripped into it either way I'll probably try and multiclass paladin if I get a chance so I thought I'd tell you about it!

Um. I know you probably mean poke as in prodding one with a finger. But I just watched Lonesome Dove last night, wherein the cast of gunslingers use “poke” as slang for something very much more explicit. And since your aasimar was potentially created as a result of said poking, which implies something explicit, I just want to clarify what you meant.

faithpahountis  asked:

so this is totally random but i've watched the video of harry facetiming james and i'm dead. he is so cute and funny i just CANT. butttt if i ever had the honor of dating harry and he did the "you hang up first" i would die. i think it's so ridiculous tbh. (but yes i know that was a skit and it was meant to be funny no hate)

I would laugh so hard and roll my eyes and tell him what a dork he is but my sappy ass would be so happy lmao

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
Kitchen Counter (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.4k

Part two: Laundry Room. Part three: The Club.

Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.


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you don’t understand you don’t understaAAAAAAAAAnD what you do to me when you hold his haaAAaaAAaaAAND we were meant to be but a twist of fAAAAaaaAAaATE made it so we had to walk awaaaaaaay 👏 cause 👏 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 👏 on 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 now 👏 yeah 👏 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 👏 on 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 noOoOOOOw 👏 I DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY WHEN WE’RE TOGETHEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW I WANNA BE THE ONE TO HOLD YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WANT IT TO BE YOU AND I FOREVEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know you wanna leave so come on baby be with me so happilyyyyy it’s four am and i know that you’re with hiiiiiiiiiiim i wonder if he knows that i touched your skiiiiiiin and if he feels my traces in your haaAAaaAaAairair sorry love but i don’t really care 👏 cause 👏 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 👏 on 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 now     👏 yeah 👏 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 👏 on 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 we’re 👏 on 🔥 fire 🔥 noOoOOOOOOOw 👏 I DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY WHEN WE’RE TOGETHEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW I WANNA BE THE ONE TO HOLD YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WANT IT TO BE YOU AND I FOREVEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know you wanna leave so come on baby be with me so happilyyyyyyyyy so happilyyyyyyy one two three four!! OH OH OHHH OH OH OH OHHH we’re on fire now OH OH OHHH OH OH OH OHHH we’re on fire now we’re on fire nOOOOOOW I DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY WHEN WE’RE TOGETHER YOU KNOW I WANNA BE THE ONE TO HOLD YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP I JUST WANT IT TO BE YOU AND I FOREVEEEEEEER i know you wanna leave so come on baby be with me so happily I DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY WHEN WE’RE TOGETHER!!!!!! YOU KNOW I WANNA BE THE ONE TO HOLD YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP!!!! I JUST WANT IT TO BE YOU AND I FOREVEEEER!!!!!! i know you wanna leave so come on baby be with me so happily………….

you ask 
is the reason
you're so sad nowadays 
because of me

i say
of course not

but i can feel the lie
licking at the back of my teeth

you ask
then why do you look
like you’re about to cry
whenever you glance my way

i say
i don’t know what
you’re talking about

and i try to hide
that the tears are there
even now 

you say
i may be pathetic
but i’ve never been blind

i look away and i confess
i don’t think
we were ever meant
to fall in love

you stop speaking
and for a few minutes
we just sit
you smoke a cigarette
and i bite my nails

then you say
if we were never
meant to fall in love
then why did we

i don’t have 
an answer for this
but you take my silence
as one and let the smoke
float around us before you 
speak again

i think we were meant 
to fall in love but maybe
we weren’t mean to fall
in love for forever

i say
this is heartbreaking

you say
well at least now
we know why it is

—  conclusive -c.h. (instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
Slight Changes || Park Jimin

Originally posted by lonastic

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.

“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.

“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.

“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.

“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.

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Futurama Appreciation Week

Day two, favorite episode: The Sting

Who will make Bender waffles just the way he likes them now?

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the lyrics of Dangerous Animals?

I love Dangerous Animals. The lyrics to me always embodied a sexual frustration/tension/desire he can’t get to. There are a lot of phrases in that song that fit each other “pinned down by the dark, to my knees you do promote me.” Humbug era Alex lyrics are trickier to decipher, especially a song like this. He tends to bounce around, with long winded ideas and concepts that leave you a little breathless and confused. However, his theme and mood are still cast pretty strong. I always liked in Dangerous Animals how he describes the acrobat falling off the beam, the audience watching. Those lines are consistent with the album’s overall theme and tone, the nonsense and the like… Carnival imagery he refers to throughout the entire album. I have another ask about Humbug, and I will write about this more in depth in that.

Anyway, I’ve always struggled with understanding what his message is in this song. Since I can’t actually go and ask him, and if I could he wouldn’t tell me, I can only guess. Usually my guesses have more confidence but this one I never really was so sure. Because he like steers the lyrics in a different direction out of nowhere. I’ll try my best, but don’t take my word for it. And if you have thought otherwise this entire time and want to disagree with me, you can. I have a very weak argument. I’m not sure if I’m right on this one.

The first verse starts with him fighting with his sheets, or struggling to sleep, because he’s frustrated. The well-told gripe. He just wants a girl. “You should have racing stripes the way you keep me in pursuit.” Gets me every time. I don’t need to explain that. “Then do my knees you do promote me” - he’s almost at her mercy, as if to say being pushed down by this girl is a promotion. (Similar theme in She Does the Woods. “She turns my back to the earth and shows me that’s where I’m meant to be.” I’m just assuming by his consistent bottom position he likes to be… Dominated? Inappropriate. I digress.)

He’s stuck in the dark thinking of this girl. “The light it fidgets though, the thoughts’ll soon revert to you…” He’s stuck in the dark, or presumably at night (another major theme on this album; night time, sleep, darkness) thinking of her again. “About as bashful as a tribal dance” - tribal dances are the opposite of bashful. His thoughts aren’t bashful at all. They’re enough for him to later say “so let’s make a mess lioness.” His head pirouettes, or spins around more than he’d like to admit to himself or to the girl he’s thinking of.

The lines I have always struggled with are his circus sounding lines, which are the ones  about the acrobat falling off the beam. Where did it come from? Are his friends the audience, divided, telling him how he should feel about this girl? Is it her friends telling her to stay away from him? Who is the acrobat on the beam? Was he just like… this sounds right I’m doing it? (Maybe?) Those lines always stuck out to me because I couldn’t figure them out. I can’t make sense of them. If you have an idea, tell me. I’d love to know.

Some people/interviewers said that AM was the sexy, raunchy album that was kind of unexpected. I always disagreed because of Dangerous Animals. It’s him expressing a frustration, something sexual and laced in desire he can’t let go of. He’s losing sleep over it. He just wants her, doesn’t know how to get to her. It’s been long enough now, so just make a mess already. That line makes my stomach flip, every time. “make a mess, lioness.” Ugh.

Imagine - Protective Tony x reader

Originally posted by alberto-rozende

@vivi-ccw Request: “Tony and the reader are close friends and during the situation with the tapes the relationship grows into love? and that Tony is always really protective when someone tries to flirt  with her or yeah I don’t know something like that maybe 🙈🙃”

You and Tony had been best friends since you two were only children, which is understandable considering that the two of you were neighbours. Your parents would always bring you over to Mr. and Mrs. Padilla’s house for play dates with their son. Which is how Tony and you became inseparable. You told Tony everything, he was your shoulder to cry, your light in a dark room. Tony was your sun, he brightened up your life and made everything seem more bearable. As long as you had Tony beside you, you could conquer anything.

And right now you really needed Tony, and Tony really needed you. Because Hannah Baker, your friend, one of the sweetest girls that you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, had just killed herself… And you had no idea how to cope with that. You’re not really sure if Tony knew either, but he seemed strong on the outside. He was always so cool and collected that it was hard to depict what he was feeling.

The night Hannah killed herself, you were at Tony’s. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch, watching a horror film. The two of you saw Hannah walk up Tony’s drive way and leave something at his door. But at the time, you thought nothing of it, ‘if it was important, she would’ve knocked, right?’ How wrong you were…

Tony opened the door to pick up the box that Hannah left on his door step, a couple minutes after she left, and the two of you read the note that she left.

Hannah was going to commit suicide.

The minute that you read that, you and Tony rushed outside to his car and sped to the Bakers household. But you were already too late… You saw them drag Hannah’s body out, saw the devastated and heartbroken looks on Mr. and Mrs. Baker’s faces. You felt sick. Knowing that you could have somehow prevent all of this from happening. If you would’ve  opened the door when Hannah came to drop of the tapes… She could’ve still been alive right now…

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