#YOU WANTED TO START SMTHN FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF. now i fucking know why i do shit myself and dont rely on anyone. FUCK. CHRIST.

[sapphirewolf100]

Alright that’s it I’m blowing my top rn

#im gonna go apeshit in the tags here i cant take it anymore #also this aint about anybody on here i just gotta let some shit out #HRRNNGGG OH MY GOD #our fucking 'friend' making a pass that hes pissed about poor people in his city so now it's ranked 3rd out of the state now #you're gonna get pissed about tHAT?! THERES PEOPLE FUCKING STARVING N SHIT. PEOPLE DYING. and you get pissed bc theres less fortunate?! #THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! oh yeah im sorry that all of us didnt grow up rich and remain that way + you had maids/servants oh what a horror #fucking DICKHEAD. knowing DAMN WELL we are struggling right now. WHAT THE FUCK. we have no food. we dont feel safe here n ya dont do sHIT #also STOP ASKING FUCKING QUESTIONS IM TIRED OF BEING ASKED QUESTIONS THAT YOU SHOULDVE FIGURED OUR BEFORE STARTING ANYTHING #YOU WANTED TO START SMTHN FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF. now i fucking know why i do shit myself and dont rely on anyone. FUCK. CHRIST. #I WANNA FUCKING SCREAM #i want everything to SHUT THE FUCK UP. STOP. I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ELSE. #i feel like im bout to lose my gotdamn mind #NO WONDER I DO SHIT MYSELF NO ONE HAS THE FUCKING CAPACITY FOR COMMON SENSE OR MORALS. JESUS CHRIST. #no one wants to help anyone either. oh your poor? FUCK YOU. you cant do anything or you dont have common household items? FUCK YOU. #thats what it seems like the world is saying to us. WE DONT FUCKING DO ANYTHING #WE AINT DRUGGIES WE DONT HAVE CRIMINAL RECORDS OR ANY OF THAT SHIT AND THIS IS HOW WERE TREATED?! THE FUCK. and you motherfuckers... #you motherfuckers wonder why the kind people go batshit BECAUSE WE KEEP GETTING SHAT ON BC YOU KNOW WE DONT DO ANYTHING TO GO OUT OUR WAY AN #AND HARM PEOPLE. WE DONT DO THAt. AND THIS IS WHAT WE GET. SHIT ONT. yet the fucking evils of this world get fucking anything they ask #ITS NOT RIGHT AND ITS NOT FAIR. how the FUCK do you sleep at night knowing you treat people like that?! THE FUCK. WHY. #WHY DO YOU CAUSE SO MUCH SUFFERING ON OTHERS. LIFES ALREADY HARD ENOUGH JESUS CHRIST WHY DO YOU DO THIS #i dont fucking get it. why are people so fucking shady. WHY. why do you think thats ok to treat less fortunate so fucking bad. WHY. #i feel like a rabid fucking wild dog ive really fucking had it. i wanna tear throats out and dig into flesh with my nails im so fucking DONE #im so tired of living like this. no one should suffer. this aint right. if im gonna be suffering the rest of my years like this i dont... #i dont want any fucking part of it. But I cant see the future. still. shit like this makes me wonder if its worth it to keep going. #im starting to fucking get snappy. I hate this so much. I'm fucking irritated. frustrated. pissed off. idek anymore at this point. #neigh vents #neigh personal things

[mellointheory]

do you have any fics with deleted scenes or ideas??

fuck yes i do. there are so many unused concepts for hallowed devourer that if i wrote them all out it would probably be another 50k words to the fic.

ummm let's see.... i have smthn i cut out of the lab au ill post it below cut cuz its a little long. idk wehre i was going with it at this point it was very late

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Ant blinks awake.

The tapping halts for a second, then starts up again.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” a familiar voice says calmly.

Ant blinks back the fog of sleep, trying to find his bearings. He’s in a chair, his wrists and ankles cuffed to it. There’s a table in front of him and a mirror to his left.

Across from the table sits Redmore with his arm slung across the back of his chair, a clipboard on the table in front of him. Brown hair, brown eyes, white coat. Little red studs in his ears. He’s knocking his knuckles against the table, that’s what the tapping is coming from.

“Wh—” Ant starts to ask, and Redmore cuts him off.

“It’s interview time,” Redmore says, picking up the clipboard and glancing through it. “I’d appreciate it if you were honest.”

“Honest about what? What are you asking?” Ant looks around. He’s not sure what they want from him and he’s not sure why Redmore is the one assigned to ask the questions when he seemed like he was just a lab assistant.

“Hm.” Redmore looks down at the paper and starts to read aloud. “Your cooperation is valued. You can only serve to help your kind, as well as yourself, by giving us the information we ask for.”

“What information?” Ant demands.

“Stop fucking interrupting me,” Redmore snaps, then he glances briefly at the mirror and takes a deep breath. He leans back in his chair and flips to another page.

“Did you come from a group of similar hybrids?” The researcher reads aloud the first question.

“No,” Ant says instantly, because he most certainly did, but he’s not going to sell them out just because the person asking is a little bit cute.

Redmore nods. “Did you—”

“If I answer all your questions will you answer mine?” Ant leans forward.

“That’s not how this works,” Redmore says patiently. “Which you can see as evidenced by the fact that only one of us is cuffed to a chair.”

“Why did they send you to ask these?”

“Because you didn’t try to bite me, and they’re attempting to minimize damage done to faculty. Now shut up and let me talk.”

Ant shuts up.

Redmore sighs. “How old are you?”

“I—I’m twenty-three.” Ant wasn’t expecting that.

“Over the course of your life, have you stayed in one area or travelled frequently?”

“Just in one area, mostly.” Except for the trips that he would take with Bad or Craft, but that doesn’t really need to be brought up right now.

The questions are generally along those lines. Ones designed to figure out how long Ant lives, the areas he came from, the hybrids he knew. He tries to not tell them too much, but some part of him almost believes them. Humans fear what they don’t understand, right? Maybe if these people figure out what they want to know they won’t want to imprison Ant and his kind anymore.

Ant should probably be less blindly hopeful.

When they reach the last question Redmore nods and stands to leave.

“Wait, please,” Ant says, almost trying to grab Redmore’s sleeve. The cuff at his wrist stops him.

Redmore pauses and glances down at him. “What is it?”

“Are there any hybrids here who know me?” Ant begs.

“Fuck if I know.” Redmore coughs. “I mean, that’s classified information.”

Then he leaves again.

#mello asks

[trashinaglass-archive]

Want You Back

Tom gets back with his ex, y/n

Request: could you plz do an imagine (with tom) where the reader is his ex and his stalking her ig and sees another guy (someone like shawn, idk) and gets jealous and then he calls her or smthn and then they getbck together?

A/n: I’m assuming you mean Shawn Mendes?

I did my best. Hope you like it.

“What a babe”

Tom stared at your latest post. He hated how you act with Shawn. He hated that you were dating him- that he had lost you to him. He thought he would be better off without you. Turns out, he needs the exact opposite.

Tom began to scroll down your profile, looking at your posts. You opted to keep the ones of him up, deciding it was too much of an effort to go through and delete them all. So you say. He hoped it was actually because you still loved him and were willing to take him back.

He felt his heart tug seeing the memories of the two of you.

“You’re the one that I want” - Halloween night when the two of you dressed as Sandy and Danny from Grease

“The real reason I join the golf trips” - You holding up a beer while Tom held up his club

“Tis the season” - Christmas decorating and Tom holding a mistletoe over the two of you

“Only you” - A sneaky photo of you and Tom’s intertwined fingers resting over the duvet on your bed while you cuddled

It was just too much. A stray tear fell from Tom’s eye as he thought of you, a hand coming up to angrily wipe his face. He couldn’t do it- he couldn’t let you go that easily.

Standing up, he walked to the counter and grabbed his keys to drive to your house, slightly hoping that Shawn wouldn’t be there. He looked intently at your driveway as he pulled up to your place- no unfamiliar vehicles present. Parking the car, he moved to the door to speak to you.

He knocked on the door twice before stepping back, waiting for you to open the door for him. His eyes widened slightly as he heard footsteps approach.

“Tom?” You asked confused as you opened the door. You were dressed in pajama shorts and a baggy t-shirt, hair disheveled as if you had been in bed- admittedly you probably were, it was pretty late. “What are you doing?”

“Y/n, I-“ Tom started but stopped, thinking about what he needed to say. “I know you’re dating him now, but I can’t let you go.”

“Tom-“ you breathed out, exhausted and not wanting to listen to it.

“I’m not kidding. I know what I said- I know I thought we would be happier separated, but I can’t do it, y/n. I love you, and I need you in my life, by my side. My schedule can wait, I want to make time for you and to be with you. I’m not letting anything get in my way again,” he said confidently. “I still love you, and I will never be able to move on from you.”

Tom looked at you, waiting for an answer. You slightly shook your head before answering, “what do you want me to say? That I’ll drop everything and take you back?”

“That’s the best case scenario I can think of,” he muttered.

“Tom, you were the one that wanted this,” you said, your voice breaking only slightly. It was that break that made Tom hopeful. He hated to see you cry, but seeing the tears and emotion convinced him that you still loved him.

“I was wrong. I made a mistake- you know me, I always make mistakes. This was just one huge fuck up and I’m trying to fix it. Please, y/n, let me fix it.”

“What about Shawn?” You asked him. As much as Tom wanted to deny it, you did have a boyfriend and that wasn’t just something you could drop at a moment’s notice.

“He may tell you he loves you, he may tell you he needs you, but I swear that he will never mean it like I do. I’m not one to challenge others or pick fights, but I love you more than he could ever imagine, and I will do whatever it takes to get you back.” Tom’s jaw began to clinch as he spoke, making you want to reach out and touch him. “Just let me in, and we can talk and figure this out.”

You took a deep breathe and looking down, thinking about it. You knew letting him in would be a dead yes- you really did miss him, as much as you wanted to deny it- and you didn’t know what would come from a ‘no’. You looked back at him before nodding your head and stepping out of the doorway, letting him in.

“Thank you,” he sighed before hurrying through the door, going straight for the living room. He sat on the couch and turned to look at you as you sat on the loveseat perpendicular to him. You looked at each other for a second before you broke the silence.

“When did you change your mind?” You asked him. He was the one that broke your heart and left you to repair it yourself. You had desperately hoped that he would come back for you, but months passed and he didn’t. You weren’t completely over him when you began dating Shawn.

“I don’t think it was a change of mind as much as a realization. With my job, the commitments I have, I left you so much that I thought that breaking up and going our seperate ways would be the best but-“ Tom began and stopped. He shook his head, looking away from you as he gathered his thoughts. “Being without you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You were so supportive and understanding and loving. Even when I couldn’t bring you with me, you were still there for me. Not having you to lean on, I felt so lost.”

“So... getting back with you is just to benefit yourself?” You asked, mostly wanting to give him a hard time. You felt proud of yourself seeing his eyes get wide in slight panic.

“No! Definitely, not!” He replied quickly. “I will do everything in my power to do better for you. Anything you need- anything you want, it’s yours. Wherever I have to go, I will take you with me. If you can’t go, I’ll make the effort to call and talk to you. Everything I didn’t do before will be a thousand times better than you’d ever expect.” Tom looked at you intently, trying to gauge what answer you were leaning toward. “Just please tell me you’ll give me a second chance.”

You thought about it for a second before changing the subject. “How’s your family doing?” You asked Tom. He let out a breathe, knowing how you were. Changing the subject meant you had to think about it, but he didn’t want thinking. He wanted an answer. He slightly huffed before talking.

“They’re good. Paddy really misses you- everyone misses you, but Paddy took it the hardest,” he informed you. You felt your heart pull at the thought of the younger boy.

“Really?” You asked sadly.

“Yeah,” Tom said, a slight chuckle in his voice as he thought of his brother. “He wouldn’t talk to me for about a week. He was pissed.”

“He’s a sweet kid,” you said thoughtfully.

“He isn’t when he’s mad, though. That was one tough week.”

You laughed as you imagined Paddy mad and yelling at Tom. You continued talking about life, family, and jobs- catching up on everything you had missed since being apart. You had planned for Tom to stay just a few minutes, maybe an hour, but you got so caught up in each other that you talked all night. You only stopped when you heard a car pull in your driveway.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Tom before standing up, walking out the door to meet the driver before he went inside.

“Hey,” Shawn said as he stepped out the car door, moving to kiss you. You dodged it, looking away from him as you thought of what you were going to tell him. “You okay? Who’s car is this?”

“It’s Tom’s,” you admitted, looking up to see his face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Ex-boyfriend Tom?” He clarified, prompting you to nod. “What does he want, and why is he here so early?”

“He’s been here all night. We were just talking about life and stuff,” you began to speak quickly.

“Did you kiss him?”

“No,” you answering, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“Did you want to?” He asked, beginning to catch onto the situation.

“Yeah,” you said, sighing as the words came past your lips.

Shawn nodded his head, processing what was happening. “Okay,” He said, looking away from you. You opened your mouth, but closed it again before speaking.

“I don’t know what to say,” You said softly.

“I do,” Shawn replied quickly, upset. “You still love him. I desperately hoped you’d be able to forget him and move on, but you never did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You two are obviously meant to be together, I’m not going to stand in your way any longer.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re such a great guy, and I really do like you, but,” you trailed of trying to think of the words to say.

“But I’m not him,” Shawn finished for you. You cringed at how bad it sounded, but it was true. “It’s okay. I get it, and I wish you two the best.” He reaches out to you, giving you one last hug.

“Thank you.” You pulled away from him and watched as he got in his car and drove away, waving goodbye. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Turning around, you walk back into your house where you found Tom sat right where you left him.

“I guess people deserve second chances after all,” you said, making Tom turn around quickly.

“So you’re my girlfriend again?” He asked excitedly, standing up to move beside you.

“Only if you don’t fuck up again,” you teased, a grin coming to your face as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground. You laughed at his reaction and placed a hand on the back of his head as he buried his face into your neck as he placed little kisses along your skin.

“Thank you,” He said after he put you down, a big smile on his face.

“Better call Paddy,” you said making Tom laugh before your lips connected for a long overdue kiss.

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