#heart eyes mothefucker

[chirpsythismorning]

Me explaining why the purpose of the CGI hearts in Mike and Will’s eyes was to hint that they have mutual feelings for each other, that this storyline was foreshadowed through Easter eggs in the ST4 posters, and followed through fully with the ‘you’re the heart’ storyline, not to mention the arrow on Mike’s hoodie over his heart constantly pointing towards Will, combined with all the other heart imagery associated with them, and how this is all just meticulous set up for endgame.

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #you’re the heart #palm tree hearts #heart eyes mothefucker #they are each other’s hearts your honor #byler evidence #byler proof #byler analysis

[ijustliketurtleslmao]

The tmnt with a Dog!!

it’s 12 am and i just thought this shit was cute

PSA: my mind is down the drain please dare with me here

There is some cursing

Leo

He’s probably seen dogs before but not up close

Like on the street when one would sniff the gutter

But he’s never been able to pet them

So when you decide to bring your German Shepherd to the lair

He is no less than curious

The dog warms up to him almost instantly

They act like they’ve known eachother for years

He’s always wanted a dog, actually

So he is so fucking grateful your let him play with yours

The dog sometimes visit’s him in the dojo and sits with him

It’s probably the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever seen

His brother’s started to tease him for it

But he knows they’re jealous of their bond

And honestly, you are too

When Leo started training it, he was so amazed by how smart your dog is

You definitely saved a few videos of him praising your dog and giving it belly rubs and pats

He feels so achieved

Now your dog knows how to play dead, spin, and use a knife

Don’t ask about that last one

You don’t wanna know

Leo finds out there’s more than one type of dog and is dumbfounded

The most shocked expression on his face when Donnie tells him

He starts reasearching

And suddenly, he know’s every dog breed in existence

You’ve seen him name them from A to Z and that scares you to this day

But he makes sure to take care of it when you aren’t around

Feeding it, playing with it, giving it attention

All the thing’s your pup could want

You’ve made him the happiest turtle alive

Raph

Has seen a dog once or twice when he was younger

When he would go topside secretly

He had an encounter that sorta scarred him for a few years

That’s one of the reason’s he stopped going topside alone

Still scares him a bit to this day

But he didn’t want to act like a pussy

So he told no one

Not even sensei

When you brought your Pitbull over, he kept his distance

He said it’s because he thought dogs were stupid

He’s a liar

He was scared

And it did not help when Donnie told him that the breed of it was the ‘most dangerous’

Was kinda scared of you

“How the fuck could you own a breed that fuckin’ dangerous?”

One day, when he was in the weight room

Y’know, lifting weights and gaining muscle

The pittie came over

Raph tried not to panic when it walked over to the bench

But then it started nudging/licking him

The fucking stars in that turtle’s eyes

Immediately stopped the workout session to bond with the dog

Cautiously approached it

“Hey there..”

Held his hand out

Hand a mothefucking toothless and hiccup moment

The dog’s snout pressed against his palm

He melted and god did he want to cry from how cute it was

They were inseparable after that

Raph overcame his fear

His brother’s gave him confused looks but he would just glare back

No one bothered to say anything

Just accepted the sudden change in friendship

You were the most confused

Whenever you’d ask he’s just say something like

“I had a change of heart” or he’d just ignore you

Devoted his soul to that animal

Probably made it a knit sweater

Will not admit to it though

Very happy boy

Donnie

Knows the most about dogs

Had a phase were he’d studied animal anatomy

Scared of dogs and cats because he’s scared he might get rabies or something

Was cautious when you brought in your Border Collie

“Don’t worry! It doesn’t bite.”

He eyed you suspiciously

Kept his distance until he did enough research on it

Monitored it’s behaviour

You kept reassuring him that the dog was fine

Gave him proof of anti rabies vaccines you and your dog got

He did not really believe you

Was curious about it

Since he hasn’t seen a dog before in his entire life

Occasionally gave it snacks

He started warming up eventually

He noticed how intellgent the pup was

How it could tell the difference between a circle and a square

He started growing closer with it

You would catch it waiting at Donnie’s heels for a treat

Or find them snuggling on the couch

He trained the dog to help with daily chores around the lair

With your consent of course

It can now pick up trash and sweep

You’re impressed ngl

Overall besties

Donnie will get jealous if he sees his brother’s hanging out with it

Always fascinated by the stuff it can learn and do

Convined you to let it be the lair housepet

Probably knows more about your dog than you do

Takes care of it while you’re away

Even when you are there, he’ll take care of it

Spoils the dog

Forever grateful to you for introducing a whole new world to him

Mikey

Always wanted a dog

was actually more of a cat person

But he loves dogs nonetheless

Would not stop bugging Splinter about it

He stopped when Raph bought home a dead dog for ‘dinner’

Had nightmares for days poor thing

The moment you brought home your Siberian Husky

The two hit it off instantly

Besties for fucking ever

You have officially gave him a first class ticket to heaven

Over the moon happy

Donnie finds it fitting

“They are both loud and energetic. Atleast he has something else to nag.”

Mikey will howl when the dog howls for no reason

He finds it funny to copy the dog’s behaviour

His favorite is the confused head tilts

But he will not lick his balls

He finds it gross

Oddly fascinated with it’s paws

Like why are they bean shaped?

But it’s cute

Squishes them very often

Snuggles with the fluffy and furry dog are a must

Couch snuggles

They hog the couch together and it annoys the others sometimes

Mikey will rant about his day to it

“But i don’t get why Donnie was mad. Like, it’s just a piece of glass? Get a new one? Y’know what i’m saying?”

The dog stares blankly

And he continues his rant

Taught the dog how to sing (with Leo’s help)

Now it can sing

It’s more of howling and whining

But Mikey calls it singing

And it sings randomly all the time

You can hear them singing together no matter where you are in the lair

Donnie’s working to soundproof his room

Now an official dog lover

He probably stole your dog from you

You don’t mind

I hope you liked my first headcanons post thing!

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt headcanons #dogs #its so cute

[bittydragon]

The Ant King

Note: Huge thanks to Bittydragon for inspiring me to write this. I’ll be honest, this is the first fic I've ever actually written, as well as the only piece of creative fiction I've written in like two years so… fingers crossed it goes well hahaha.

TW: tight spaces, darkness, uh,,, bugs i guess. Near death experience

  There are things you have to know about ants when you get an ant farm. Basic fundamentals. What to feed them, how to keep them alive, what type of ants you have, etcetera. Even if your intentions were… torturous. After all, you need to know what makes something tick in order to make it stop.

One of the more common facts about ants is that every colony has a queen. She orders her ants to keep her alive so she can make more ants. Simple biology, the continuation of a species. Every nest has a queen, or it dies.

Apparently, this colony didn’t get the memo.

These thoughts buzzed in grumpy circles around Wilbur's’ head as he followed his ant companion, Tommy, deeper into the ant-farm. They had been wandering these tunnels for what felt like days now, in the center of the farm so there were no glass barriers to show the outside world. They were deep too. Almost at the bottom of the compound. Wilbur was not one to show fear, but even he was beginning to get claustrophobic.

Tommy, who up until now had been jabbering like a toddler the whole trip through the ant-farm had also gone uncharacteristically silent. The whole trip Wilbur had wanted nothing more than a few seconds of quiet from him, but now he missed the carefree noise.

They were on their way to see the ant King. A type of ant that, as far as Wilbur knew, didn’t exist. So either they were on a wild goose chase, or Will was way out of his depth.

The further they went, the more he was convinced it was the latter.

“Tommy do you-” Wilbur paused, his echoing voice in the tunnel almost felt like a taboo. An affront to the maddening silence that stalked them. He lowered his voice.

“Do you think… Will I ever get back to normal? Will the ant king change me back?” He hated that little quiver in his voice. He hated the uncertainty. The waiting.

Tommy continued to march forward silently, pondering the question.

“I dunno big man, I think you’ve changed heaps since you got here.” He turned his head to flash Wilbur a grin “Then you’ll be out there and all nice n shit. It’ll be poggers.”

The tunnel was dark, but not dark enough to hide the flash of uncertainty in Tommy’s eyes.

Wilbur's heart sank. “Thanks mate.” He mumbled, and they trekked on, once more in silence.

  By the time they saw light, it felt like they had been walking for days. Wilbur was almost glad he was about to meet possibly one of the most powerful ants in this colony. They rounded one last bend, and they were there.

Before them stood a huge double door set in the wall. Two vines with some kind of glowing fruit framed the door, shedding light on the small space. In front of the door, leaning on a spear made from a twig was another ant with a pair of large white rimmed goggles. 

“Well… This is it I guess.” Wilbur muttered. He cleared his throat “Hey, um. I-i’m here to have an audience with the King? If that's alright.”

The guard ant didn’t respond, continuing to stare at them with no discernible expression.

“H-hello?” Wilbur glanced at Tommy, who shrugged.

“Excuse me? Anyone home?” Wilbur snapped his fingers in front of the ant's face.

He seemed to startle slightly, before slumping down a bit and letting out a loud snore.

“What the fuck” Tommy said.

Before anyone could do much of anything, one of the massive double doors creaked open and a voice came through.

“George, I swear if you fell asleep again, I'm going to rip off your antenna and use them as- oh.”

Another ant entered the room, this one also carried a twig-spear and had a strip of white cloth tied around his forehead.  As soon as his gaze landed on Wilbur, his expression soured.

If looks could kill… Wilbur thought nervously

“It’s you” The new ant spat “Took your sweet time getting here Soot. Earthquake slow you down? Didja get a taste of your own medicine from your big pals out there?”

Wilbur pursed his lips, and the ant snorted. “Yeah. Thought so.” He walked forward and gave George a hard shove, sending the other ant sprawling with a startled yelp.

“Sapnap what the hell?!” He snapped, before spotting Wilbur and Tommy. “Oh hey. That guy is here.”

“Yeah he’s here, idiot.” Sapnap smacked George over the head with his spear “And we would have known a lot sooner if you hadn't fallen asleep on duty again!”

“OW! Sapnap stop! Get off me!”

Wilbur cleared his throat, drawing their attention “Sorry to interrupt, but me and my friend have been walking for a long, long time, so could we please have an audience with the King?”

Subpoena glared “Yeah. He’s waiting for you. Against my advice, he wants to see you.”

Oh. That… didn’t sound great.

Wilbur tried not to think about the implications of that statement as he approached the double doors. Tommy moved to follow, but was stopped by the guards.

“Hey!” He groused “Let me through dickheads!”

“I'm afraid the King only wants an audience with the great and powerful Wilbur Soot” Sapnap said with a smirk.

“But I want to go too! Let me in! You stupid ugly bitch ill fight you! You may have a fancy stick but just wait until I pull out my knife-gun!”

“Tommy its fine.” Wilbur interrupted “I’ll be fine mate, promise. Just wait here. I wont leave without saying goodbye.”

The last thing he saw was Tommy’s antenna drooping sadly, before the doors swung closed behind him.

  If Wilbur thought the tunnel was dark before, that was nothing compared to the room he was in now. The darkness was so thick, so absolute, that it made no difference if his eyes were open or closed.

“Hello?” Wilbur called “Uh… your majesty? I was told that you wanted to see me.”

His voice echoed slightly in the huge space, but there was no reply.

Wait. What was that? Something rasped ever so slowly across the opposite wall. Something big. As it moved, the moss where it had been standing glowed a dull green.

Bio-luminescence Wilbur reasoned. Trying to distract himself from the fear creeping up his spine. Touch activated, it seems.

He swallowed dryly “L-look, just tell me what you want. I’m not here to cause trouble”

The thing moved again, its raspy scuttle reverberated through the chamber.

“Wilbur Soot, not here to cause any trouble” A thoughtful voice hummed from the dark “Now that’s a first.”

The bio-luminescent moss was lighting up more of the room. If he squinted, Wilbur could make out a... leg. Probably.

Wilbur inches slowly to the side, the moss lighting up his own path. “Okay, I get it, I've done morally questionable things in the past, but I've learned a lot from my time here. I’m sorry.”

“For now” The voice replied. The thing was moving on the other side, matching him step for step. “What's to say you aren't faking remorse to get out of here? And maybe you really are sorry. How can I be sure you wont change your mind the second you're back to normal? It's too much of a risk.”

Wilbur continued to back away nervously “Your majesty-”

“Please, call me Dream. Everyone else does.”

“Right… Dream. I can say with 100% certainty that won't happen. I've seen people die in front of me. That’s enough to change anyone's stance on something.”

“And yet I'm still not convinced.” It was moving faster now, scuttling across the floor, walls and even across the ceiling. Wilbur's head spun with the motion. “And since we’re talking in hypotheticals, riddle me this: Whoever said I was going to let you out anyway? What if I just like to play with my food?”

Dream stopped suddenly, rearing over Wilbur, and with all of the lit up moss, he got his first proper look.

This ant was huge. Twice- no, at least three times the size of Wilbur himself. He looked a bit like a centaur, with a human torso connected to a pure white and thorax and abdomen.He also wore a strange white mask with a blank eyed smiley face drawn on.

Two huge claw arms- similar to those of a praying mantis- extended from Dreams waist and slammed into the dirt either side of Wilbur, startling him enough that he fell onto his ass. The king leaned forward with that lifeless grin, and Will closed his eyes, preparing for the end.

“But…” Dream said thoughtfully “A proper experiment should account and test for all variables, shouldn't it?”

“Y-yeah generally” Wilbur stuttered

“Oh good.” Dream hoisted him roughly to his feet. “I’m glad I asked you. After all, you know all about experiments, don’t you?”

Wilbur chose not to answer, glowering at Dream as the eyes on his mask briefly glowed a dull green.

A moment later, Sapnap and George marched in, dragging a cussing and struggling Tommy behind them.

“YOU STUPID MOTHEFUCKERS!!! Let me go or ill get married in rage!! Fuck you and-! Oh. wow that is a big fella.” Tommy stopped and stared in awe at Dream

“Sapnap, give Wilbur your spear.” Dream ordered.

A flicker of doubt crossed Sapnaps face but he obediently shoved the spear into Wilbur's hands.

“I’ll make you a deal, Wilbur Soot.” Dream purred, circling him. “I will let you go to your old life. You can do whatever you like; kill us, torment us, throw us away… it doesn't matter. All you have to do is kill one ant.” He gestured to Tommy.

“What?” Wilbur whispered.

“WHAT?!” Tommy roared “fuck you! I'm not your dumb-ass pawn, I'm going to kill you! Rrrrrrrrrrr!” he writhed, attempting to bite George who did a surprisingly good job of holding him still.

“Go on.” Dream cooed “It's just one insignificant ant standing between you and freedom. You've killed hundreds. What's one more?”

Spear in hand, Wilbur took a hesitant step forward.

Tommy's gaze snapped up “Wilby?” He asked, his struggling pausing for a moment.

Their eyes met, fear clashing with sorrow. Tommy seemed to see something in Wilbur's expression and hung his head in defeat. As if he had expected Wilbur to betray him.

Oh hell no. Fuck that. Wilbur angrily tossed the spear aside.

“No. I won't.”

“What?” Dream spat

Wilbur rounded on him “No! I won't kill him! Keep me here, kill me, hunt me for sport, whatever! Just leave him out of this! Tommy has been nothing but nice to me since I met him, even though it don't deserve it!” He rubbed his arm. “God knows I don't deserve it.”

“Hmm…” Dream hummed “Are you sure, even if it costs you your life?” One of Dream's massive claw arms grazed his side, a subtle threat.

Wilbur looked over at Tommy, who had a look of hope on his face.

“Yeah.” Will smiled, “I'm sure.”

I probably could have written more, but i wont. I hope you like this fic bitty! Thanks for reading :)

Edit: Fortune, this is amazing! Like, I hadn't really thought about this encounter in a lot of detail, but I honestly like this a lot! And Dream being a big boy since he's the king ant. Just yes. Thank you so much for this.

#submission #fan work #tiny!tommy #tiny!wilbur #tiny!dream #tiny!sapnap #tiny!george #giant!dream? #maybe? #mcyt gt #thank you again! #betmyfortune

[bellisperennis0]

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Word Count: 2,402

Warning(s): None

Notes: Thank you for reading and enjoy! 🖤 GIF credit: angels-reyes

Monthly Sunday brunch has rolled around again, the one thing you look forward to each and every month. And honestly they have been the one thing that has gotten you through this emotional, and stressful year. 

The dark haired, tattooed biker leans back in his seat, "I could eat French Toast for the rest of my life, swear to the mothefucking heavens." 

You couldn't help but chuckle, setting your cup of coffee down on the table, "Have I ever picked a bad place?" 

"No querida, you have never. Expensive as fuck, yes, but never a bad place!" He signals for the bill and the waitress brings it right over. Angel treating you to brunch now, claiming you had spent enough on him over the years, it was time for him to be the gentleman and finally treat you in return.

The waitress is quick to bring Angel his change back and you couldn't help but chuckle as you watch them both give each other flirtatious looks. Knowing it was taking all of Angel's willpower to not go full Angel mode, and hit on the poor girl. You softly kick him in the shin to bring his attention back to you.

He glares at you and rolls his eyes as you both stand and exit the restaurant. 

Once outside, Angel throws an arm around your shoulder as you both make your way towards his bike and your car.

"I am so happy we kept this up, querida. You don't know how much I look forward to seeing you every month. I know it's not easy flying back and forth each time." He tells you, pulling you to him so he could place a kiss to the side of your temple. "But thank you."

Biting your lower lip you look up at Angel.

"What's the look for?! Don't tell me we cant do brunch anymore?" He pouts and your heart breaks a little at how hurt he sounded.

"What if I told you, this could be something we do every week?" You tell him and watch as he processes what you just told him. His eyes narrowing at you questioning. 

"Wait. What do you mean?" You couldn't help but chuckle at how slow Angel could be sometimes.

"Remember that job offer I told you about last time?" You ask and wait for him to nod his head. "Well I may have forgotten to mention, it's back in SP."

He quickly jumps in front of you to stop you from continuing walking. "Dont fucking play with me, querida. Are you serious?" He tells you and if the high pitch of his voice was any indication, he was pretty freaking excited by this news. "Are you coming home for good?"

You give him a smile and shake your head, "I still have a few more months in New York, but after that I will be home...for good." 

In a single heartbeat Angel is taking you into a tight embrace. Almost suffocating you. 

"That is the best fucking news I have heard in a long fucking time." He tells you. And if you were not mistaken, you could see his eyes well up a little.

"Now just because I'm coming back, doesn't mean you can go back to old Angel and start acting up. I'm not coming back just to bail you out of trouble all the time." You tease.

"Who me? Trouble? Never!!" He feigned innocence and you both broke out into laughter.

"In all honesty Angel, thank you for always making time to drive out and meet me for our brunches. I know it's not easy, but you always find time for me."

He places another kiss to your forehead, "Anything for you, que--" 

Angel's phone begins to ring. "One second." He tells you before answering his phone.

You take the moment to continue strolling the boulevard, taking in all the cute window displays of the storefronts that you pass. Angel is only a few steps behind you as he talks to whoever had called him.

When Angel catches up to you, you glance over to him, your smile quickly falling at the troubled look he was giving you.

"What, Reyes?" You ask, knowing all too well that that look meant you weren't going to care for whatever he was about to tell you.

"Promise not to get mad?" He asks

You close your eyes, "Angel Ignacio what did you do?" You ask again

"You gotta promise you won't get mad at me first!" 

"I promise I won't kill you, Reyes. Just tell me."

He sighs, "I may or may not have told Bishop that I was coming to see you."

"Angel!" You yelled as you slapped his arm.

"He was giving me a hard time when I left, so I had to let him know that I was coming to meet you and not just going to mess around, or else he wouldn't let me leave the scrapyard."  

You sigh, "What did Pres want?" You ask as you both continue walking down the boulevard.

"What do you think? To see you of course. He's pissed that you have been flying back every month for the past 6 months and you haven't gone to see him."

"Did you tell him it's not him, I'm just not ready to see your brother?" 

"He knows why you won't go to the clubhouse. He's just upset that you didn't tell him you were only an hour away, he would have made the drive if you asked him to. We all miss you, querida." Angel tells you.

"And I miss everyone too, and I miss being at the Clubhouse, but I can't be there after everything that happened." You tell Angel as you hook your arm with his as you both continue walking. 

"We're having a little party tonight. Why don't you come back with me, and I'll bring you back tomorrow morning?" Angel suggests.

"I don't know Angel."

"Just promise me you'll think about it. Hiding from those who love you because you're avoiding one person isn't fair. What are you going to do when you move back? You won't be able to avoid him for long." 

You give Angel a disgusted look, "Who are you and what have you done to my asshole Angel?" You tease as you gently shove him away.

"Real funny! You're here for another two days. It won't kill you to go to Santo Padre for one day. At least meet up with Pres, because I already know I'm going to get shit when I get back."

You sigh, "I'll think about it, Angel."

------

Taking a deep breath, you slowly make your way up the Clubhouse steps. Thankfully you decided to show up in the middle of the day, knowing full well most of the guys would be busy and away from the Clubhouse. Only seeing the two all too familiar bikes parked in the yard, that seemed to be true. 

Walking into the Clubhouse, you look around, taking in all the memories this place held.

"Can I help you?" You hear an unfamiliar male voice ask as you look around till you spot him coming from the storage room with a couple boxes of glasses in hand. 

"You must be Steve. I'm [y/n]." You tell him as you go and take a box off of his hands.

"Aw, yes. Angel is always talking about you. It's really nice to meet you." He sets the box down on the bar counter, wiping his palms on the front of his jean's before sticking his hand out for you to shake.

You couldn't help but smile, "It's really nice to meet you too." You take his hand into yours.

"Angel and the guys had a thing to take care of, they won't be back till later." He informs you.

"Actually I'm here to see Bishop. Is he around?" You ask.

He just points to the closed Templo doors and goes back to stocking the bar. 

You knock on the glass stained door, before sliding it open. A smile plastered on both Bishop's and Taza's face once you appear in the doorway. 

"I'm not interrupting am I?" You ask as you step in, softly sliding the templo door closed behind you.

"Never, sweetheart." Bishop tells you as he quickly makes his way to you, taking you into a warm embrace. 

"It's really good to see you, beautiful." Taza tells you as he takes you from Bishop, taking you into a tight hug. 

The chat starts with you catching up with everything that has been going on with you in New York the past 8 months. Which quickly leads to the inevitable reminiscing of your time in Santo Padre and you hanging around the Clubhouse. 

It felt like hours later, when you finally heard the voices of the guys fill the Clubhouse. 

"Sounds like the boys are back. We should check to make sure everyone is whole." Taza says as he gets up from his seat and makes his way to the glass door.

You go to get up as well till you feel a hand on your arm. Looking over you catch Bishop giving you a concerned look.

"Are you going to be alright seeing him again?" Bishop asks.

You take a deep breath, "Have no choice. It's time I finally face him." You give him a small smile. 

He throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side to place a kiss on your temple, as you both approach the main room. 

The guys were pleasantly surprised to see you, but you couldn't help but notice the Reyes Brothers hadn't arrived. As if on cue, the Clubhouse door flings open and in walks Angel, with EZ right behind him. 

Angel spots you almost immediately and gives you a big goofy smile as he makes his way to you.

"Long time no see, querida" He tells you, giving you a hug.

"Hi, Angel." You couldn't help but notice how much EZ had changed since the last you've seen him. His hair was slightly longer, his muscles seemed impossible bigger, and he now sported a new tattoo on his forearm. The same one you knew Angel had on his chest.

You both stare for a long second, until EZ stiffly says, “Hey.”

“Hey, Ezekiel. How are you?” you start, unsure if to go in for a handshake or an embrace. You both freeze, and then you opt for the briefest of hugs.

Your furrowed brow signals how awkward you felt, but EZ was quick to shift the tension between you too. “So how's New York treating you?”

"New York is good. The job’s great. But sometimes I feel…I feel like I sacrificed too much for it.” You examine the fibers in the carpet, unable to look at EZ.

EZ replies quietly, “I know. Angel mentioned it's been a rough time for you.” Your eyes snap up.

“You’re right, it has been. I wanted…because…” you stumble over your words. “Can we talk?” you finally get out.

EZ takes a deep breath, giving you a small smile, "Yeah, I think we should."

Both wordlessly make your way out of the Clubhouse and into the darkness. Your mind is churning, the right phrases elude you. Your thoughts are piled up in a heap, and they scatter as you attempt to grab at them, fruitlessly searching for something - anything - to say. 

You take a deep breath, "Shit. Okay, I gotta say this, so let me just say all that I need to say." You tell him and he nods his understanding. 

"I’m sorry. I was caught up in my work, exhausted all the time. I put you and our relationship on the back burner and that wasn't fair to you.”

“[y/n]—”

“Wait. I know that we both agreed that long distance wasn’t going to work for us, but you were willing to give it a try. I was the coward that broke it off through a stupid letter right before I left. I just gave up." You tell him.

"I always told you that I didn't want to come between you and your career. But that didn't mean the way you left didn't hurt." He tells you.

"And I am so, so sorry, Ezekiel." You suck in a breath to fight back a sob.

EZ pulls you into his side for an embrace. "I'm sorry too." He whispers.

Your embrace was broken when you could hear a familiar voice call your name. Turning you find Letty and another girl making their way towards you and EZ. Letty quickly makes her way to you, giving you a hug. You watch as EZ greets the other girl, giving her a kiss on the cheek. From what Angel had told you, you guess she was Gabby. 

Although it hurt to watch him interact with someone else, you were happy to see how happy he really was. 

"I heard Angel tell my dad that you were coming back, is that true?" Letty asks you.

"You what?" You hear EZ question.

"Yeah. That's actually why I'm here. Had to tell Pres I got a job offer and I was coming back to Santo Padre." You tell them and the pure excitement from Letty was heartwarming.

"What about New York?" EZ asks.

“New York is great, but aside from my coworkers, I have no one there. My family is here, everyone I need and love is in Santo Padre. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but they approved my transfer a couple weeks ago." You continue. 

Just then Coco could be heard calling for Letty across the yard, telling her he needed her help with something. She grumbled but you told her you would catch up with her shortly, sending her on her way to Coco. EZ gives Gabby a kiss and tells her that he will be in shortly. 

Looking back at EZ, he was beaming. "What are you smiling about, Reyes?" You chuckle. 

"It'll be nice to have you back. We all missed you." He tells you, pulling you into his side.

"I'm excited to be back." You wrap your arm around his middle.

"Let's get you a drink, and you can tell me all about New York." EZ tells you as you both make your way to the clubhouse. 

--xx

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[hosts-of-valyria]

Banishment for Robert Baratheon from Westeros through all Houses and all people

Ciri shows the villain. Ciri Vengerberg-Targaryen vs. Robert Baratheon

Ashara Dayne, Rhaegar Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark, Yennefer Stark-Vengerberg, Cirilla Vengerberg-Targaryen, Sansa Targaryen, Jon Stark-Vengerberg, Geralt Rivia-Targaryen and Daenerys Rivia-Targaryen speak out against Robert Baratheon and pronounce him guilty for high-treason, violence, usurpation, Rebellion, warmongering and war crimes

"Women are not allowed to wield a sword, cruel brood, you have a black heart. You are one of the cruel dragons through legitimation. I kill you", Robert roared drunk at Ciri and grabbed his hammer and went to her. Geralt and Jon laughed out loud and drew their swords and blocked his way with Yennefer and Daenerys.

Tywin looked at Robert, "madness and stupidity in him."

The swords sang metallic and Geralt crossed weapons with Robert and Jon gave Robert a headbutt that he backed away with a broken nose.

Ciri looked at him, "Unfortunately you did the math without my two dads and mums."

Robert backed away from Yennefer, Daenerys, Geralt, Jon and Ciri. Dany and Yennefer grabbed Robert hard by the neck and their fists hit him in the face, "come here mothefucker."

Ciri stood between Jon and Geralt drew Zireael and put it on Robert's neck as Yennefer and Daenerys grabbed him by the neck, "I'll show you how cruel I can be when you call me that again. Then the brood of the tyrant will show you, as you call me, what she is capable of. Then I'll show you Cintra's anger.

The name is Zireael. It means swallow. You just have to say one word and I'll cut you so deep that you never have to shave again and you probably never shaved. Like Jon and Geralt, I'm trained to kill monsters like you.

A blind man sees what a sick wanker he is. I have right about him. He calls me brood of the tyrant. He calls Yennefer cruel witch. He calls Daenerys dragon cunt. He calls Geralt Mutant. He calls Jon Dragonspawn. He calls Jaskier a fagot and not a real man. Robert Baratheon believes he can influence gay men like Renly better than his brother Stannis because gays are not real men in Robert Baratheon's eyes."

Robert roared drunk, "I smash your face! I will kill you all", Jon and Geralt pushed him to the ground.

"My name is Cirilla, you little son of a bitch! Robert Baratheon rebelled when Rickard and Brandon Stark went to Starfall because Ashara Dayne was pregnant, Elia Martell ended her marriage to Rhaegar and Elia and Lyanna fell in love and the two women fell in love with Rhaegar when he destroyed the Iron Throne.

Yennefer and I have been seeing it since we first saw him and he started the feud. Daenerys, Geralt and Jon see it. Robert Baratheon deserves death since Rickard Stark sold his daughter to him.

I do not know where the Problem is Lyanna Stark is right about him, she always was, it's more than obvious what a monster he is she saw it first! He! He! He! Like Lyanna, Elia, Cersei, Daenerys, Triss, Tissaia, Margaery, Rhaenys, Yennefer, Myrcella and Sansa, I demand banishment for Robert Baratheon. I demand that he lose all claim to Storm's End and that the name Baratheon be taken away from him. Banishment from Westeros. The money he spends on whores is given to his children whom he owes maintenance. He attacked and hit me in the face. He said I have to get married politically and he declared war when I refused and he said I have to poop children. Ugly, smelly realms, by the way, Robert Baratheon!"

Catelyn, Olenna, Oberyn, Arya, Gendry, Mya, Tywin, Renly, Stannis, Jaime, Aegon, Myrcella, Joffrey, Lysa, Rhaella, Aerys, Rhaenys, Margaery, Lyanna, Elia, Cersei, Rhaegar, Ashara applauded loudly, "yes girl", Eddard looked at Robert, "I've always followed you without a second thought, I saved your shit several times and you did nothing. Jon Arryn spoke to you and you did nothing. No longer; it's over. We're no longer friends, Robert. You were never a true friend. Do your shit alone! You can go to Asshai, to the other end of the world, there you can work, you will Westeros! Leave us in peace!"

Jon Arryn looked at Robert, "a ship is waiting for you in the harbor. I no longer take responsibility for you. You can leave."

All people looked angrily at Robert.

Jaskier, Triss, Yennefer, Tissaia, Jon, Geralt and Daenerys smiled broadly at Ciri, "Pavetta, Emhyr and Calanthe would be very proud of you when they could see you Lion Cub."

Ciri smiled.

"He hit Cersei Lannister, Lyanna Stark, Ashara Dayne, Elia Martell, Yennefer and me. He broke my jaw.

He's evil through and through. Banishment! Treason. Scandal. Now he will see what he gets out of it. You call Dothraki savages. And you are not one of us, you're not human. Hatred and envy. This beast knows no morals. No empathy or humanity. Erase him from history until there is no trace of him left. Anyone who doesn't look like you is an enemy to you. Crimes against humanity. Nothing excuses this act.

High-treason. He's lying, ice cold and brutal. Hightraitor! Agitator. Aggressor. War criminal. Warmonger. Bastard. Usurper. Misogynist. Monster", said Ciri to Robert Baratheon and pointed at him, "Let him run. Let him live. He is not part of us. Don't believe him a word. Chase him away. We will not forget this crime. There are worse things than death.

Do not forget what we cannot forgive and he is not one of us. He has never been one of us. He is not part of us. Not our kind. Someone once lied to us. Now we're not so blind for we knew he would do what he's done. And we know that he'll never be one of us. He is not one of us. Deception. Disgrace. Banishment."

"Let him Run. Let me live. He is not one of us", said Geralt, Daenerys, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaegar, Tywin and Cersei.

"High-treason", said Yennefer to Robert.

A man who wants war: The justice of the rebellion, Thousands died

Yennefer was standing on a balcony of the Red Keep looking over King's Landing in the evening, "Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna and his Princess Elia and they loved him. The dornish Viper loved her She-wolf and she loved her. Thousands died because of the Usurper of Storm's End because he doesn't understand a no, great shit, great story Robert Baratheon a loser in life", thought Yennefer and went to Jon who was looking for swords and Uniforms.

"Thousands of people died. They died. They died. They died because of Robert Baratheon", thought Ciri on Dragonstone as she looked at the big map of Westeros, Myrcella in Casterly Rock as she looked over the Sunset Sea, Rhaenys in Sunspear as she went through the Water Gardens, Sansa in Winterfell as she stood in the Godswood, "Great. Great shit", Ciri, Rhaenys, Sansa and Myrcella angrily tossed china into the corner on Dragonstone, in Sunspear, Winterfell and Casterly Rock.

Daenerys was in a bathtub angrily, when Geralt sat down next to her, "Hi", Dany smiled, "Hi."

•He is not needed•

Lyanna Stark, Jon Stark-Vengerberg and Yennefer Stark-Vengerberg vs. Robert Baratheon

"Oh love is so sweet you little son of a bitch. You saw beauty but not the character. Unfortunately, you are not needed Robert Baratheon", said Yennefer and Lyanna in a heavy northern accent.

Robert Baratheon puked alcohol on the floor, "I kill you all. Dornish bitch, northern whore, dragon cunt, the mutant, Rhaegar's brood, lion cunt, the cruel witch, the brood of the tyrant and everyone else. Starks, Lannisters, Martells, Targaryens. Murder clears my head."

"Have fun to try it you little junk", said Rhaella, Aerys, Daenerys, Sansa, Oberyn, Tywin, Catelyn, Lysa, Rhaenys, Arya, Ashara, Cersei, Jaime, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia, Yennefer, Geralt and Jon.

Eddard and Jon Arryn laughed and waved as Robert went away, "farewell Robert Baratheon. We don't want to see you again. Go! You can go; as far away as possible. And never come back. In the port of the capital there is a ship waiting for you. It will take you to Asshai; there you will be for the rest of your life. There you can work."

Rhaella, Sansa, Rhaenys slapped him in the face.

Catelyn, Lysa, Ashara, Ciri, Cersei and Elia spat in Robert's face goodbye as he walked away.

Yennefer and Lyanna shoved wine into Robert's hand, "you want alcohol, there you have it Usurper. Nobody wants to see you again Bastard. A thousand deaths are not enough for what you deserve Monster. Nobody wants you. Go and never come again or you're dead. Die lonely Robert Baratheon", said Lyanna and Yennefer.

The people laughed aloud over Robert as went away.

#yennefer and jon #anya chalotra #kit harington #lyanna stark #robert baratheon #mark addy

[avatraang]

Summary: Toph shoves the lilacs into his arms and then takes the letter, putting it in her pouch. “I should pound you into next week for that!” 

Sokka nudges her, “But you won’t.” She sends a glare in his general direction. 

“What makes you so sure?” 

[Somewhere deep in Yu Dao’s marketplace, Sokka discovers an old secret of Toph’s… and of course, doesn’t let her live it down. Written for Tokka Week 2020, Day 3: Knockout. Oneshot.]

Notes: So, this fic is disgustingly fluffy. Like, there isn’t even a HINT of angst or hurt/comfort anywhere. It’s unnatural for my style of writing, but HERE WE ARE. It’s also shorter than almost anything I’ve written recently, which is also unnatural for me. It’s definitely not my fave, but maybe that’s because I like to hurt myself and only write angst xD This fic is absolutely on the shorter, fluffier, and more humorous side… But happy!Tokka is something they deserve, so here it is!! 

Written for Tokka Week 2020, Day 3, I decided to stick with the prompt “knockout.” For anyone who’s unaware: Purple lilacs are a symbol of new love. Toph and Sokka are in their late teens/early twenties, here. As per usual, thank you to @cats-and-metersticks for helping me with this fic. 

I hope you enjoy!

Preview:

“NO!”

"Sokka, I swear on Oma and Shu-”

"NOOOOO!”

"Sokka!”

Toph fights to keep the laughter out of her voice as Sokka sprints through the streets ahead of her, merchants around them turning to stare as he dives through carts and over toddlers. She really should be angry – he did, after all, just run off with a letter Zuko had written to her – but it’s so ridiculous that Toph decides to just feign annoyance later. She can sense his footsteps loud and clear; he’s heading for the busiest part of the market. Toph picks up her pace, wanting to catch him before he gets there.

Even as she sprints, she smiles to herself. He’s smart. He knows she won’t earthbend in such a populated, crowded area. While her skills are immaculate, the people surrounding her aren’t, and who knows who might get caught in the crossfire. Toph has never been a particularly empathetic person, but even she doesn’t like the idea of anyone who doesn’t deserve it getting hurt due to her earthbending.

“Sokka!” Toph tries again. In front of her, she hears him yelp. There’s a crash. Toph senses a splintered cart in front of her, as well as something round rolling past her. She’s careful to avoid it, hearing the merchant screech as she passes-

“MY CABBAGES!”

Toph winces. “Find me at the Beifong Metalbending Academy, I’ll reimburse you!”

Her body twists to avoid a five year old who’s absolutely devouring a tub of rice. Inwardly cursing the sheer size of Yu Dao and its marketplace, Toph hears Sokka let out a whoop as he rounds a corner, successfully entering the busiest part of the small city. Mothefucker. She’s intent on not losing him. So intent, in fact, that Toph walks right into a wall of flowers, almost knocking herself out.

“Hey!” The merchant cries. Her voice is surprisingly deep for a florist. Toph is jealous of her baritone. “You ruined my only purple lilacs!” The woman cocks her hip to the side, narrowing her eyes in annoyance.

Struggling to get on her feet, Toph brushes the sweat from her forehead. Her bangs are clear of her eyes for a split second, and the merchant stills. “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am! Forgive me, I didn’t know you were blind.”

Toph admires the lady for not beating around the proverbial bush. “Sorry about that. How much are they?”

"Don’t worry about-”

"How much are they?”

Begrudgingly, the merchant gives in. Toph digs into her pouch and hands the money over. It’s then that the woman’s heart rate spikes. As Toph hands her the cash, the lady says, “you’re a… you’re a Beifong?”

"What gave it away?”

"Your wallet has a flying boar on it.” She wraps up the lilacs.

"It does?” Toph places the wallet back into her pouch. “Huh.”

"You’re Toph Beifong, aren’t you?” The woman hands Toph the beat up flowers. “You’re Toph Beifong, and I’m an idiot.”

Toph laughs, loudly. “Don’t sweat it. I like you. And your flowers, even though they almost knocked me out. Come by the academy on Monday. Maybe you can become my new florist.”

With that, Toph wanders off, putting her attention back into finding Sokka. With each slow step, she scans the crowd for him, frustrated by the sheer density of people shopping on a Friday evening. She’s beginning to think she’ll never find him, until just at the edge of her ‘vision,’ Toph senses the tell-tale gait that is her best friend. He’s standing, quietly, by a particularly busy stand.

His slight limp, his long legs, his steps that are the perfect in-between of grounded and flighty. His heartbeat, quick (at the moment) and strong (as always). She grins to herself, the flowers tucked into her right arm as she treks towards Sokka. Judging by his relaxed posture, he hasn’t seen her yet. She wonders if she can sneak up on him quietly enough to grab what he’s stolen from her. Toph is beginning to think she’ll be successful, when Sokka’s heart suddenly accelerates.

"Toph!” he cries, barreling towards her. It’s in complete contrast to earlier, when he’d screamed and ran away. She sighs; he must have read the letter already. If he hadn’t, he would still be running away from her.

"Give me my letter!” she demands, pushing him away. Sokka lets out a yelp as she shoves him, but he does what she asks.

Toph shoves the lilacs into his arms and then takes the letter, putting it in her pouch. “I should pound you into next week for that!”

But they both know if anyone can talk Toph out of anything, it is Sokka.

"You should,” Sokka nudges her, “but you won’t.” She sends a glare in his general direction.

"What makes you so sure?”

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#tokka week 2020 #tokka #tokka fanfic #toph beifong #sokka #toph #my fanfiction #my writing #atla #avatar the last airbender #this is so DISGUSTINGLY fluffy #i didn't even know i was capable #but here we are

[summer-l0ver]

Hey Friends from tumblr, i don't expect to anyone read this but I'm just venting off. In this week I found out that my ex cheated on me sense half of the relationship I had with him. And I'm devastated, going through all the process of grief, lost, lies, believing, everything. So please, dear person who is in a relationship and that starts to see someone with the eyes that you should be looking at you actual boyfriend/girlfriend, don't be a fucking coward and mothefucking selfish person and break up with the person. Is better by a good break up than fucking ghosting the person and never actual to talk to them again and then later have the girl who you cheated with talking to you saying that he is been with that person for more than a fucking year. Don't be un conchedesumadre and coward, and do it the right way.

Like a said, I'm just venting off. Send good vibes only and love because I don't have the head and heart to feel anything bad anymore. Peace out and send good vibes and love to anyone who has gone through this or going through some shit too.

#cheating #ventingoff #just me

[roquereptil]

HEART EYES MOTHEFUCKERS

happy valentines day, yeah its a corporate manufacture, who gives a fuck! its a nice thing to do!!!

im gonna do shippy art for my fav ships and maybe of my oc

if you want some let me know

LOVE YOU ALL I HOP YOU HAVE A WONDERFULL DAY TODAY AND THE REST OF THE YEAR :p

#valentines day #valentines day 2019 #bubbline #pricefield #glimdora #rosemary #catradora #ETC

[artiiiiste]

> Going to Clurch is an experience you actually would like to never have to do again, thanks.

> There isn’t much in the way of real serious preaching, so much as half-cocked mumble rapping and strange hand gestures that are now sewn into the fabric of her clown-schmoozing tactics. Maybe this is their way of preaching.

> She uses her phone in her lap to keep herself awake, until someone approaches. She stuffs the palmhusk into her bag with a grin to the grimacing clown, feeling caught out and sheepish. Her heart flutters like it usually would when she had to dodge the scrutiny of higher bloods. The clown narrows his eyes and her eye throws pink and purple off of their white makeup, and they try to yank her up and out of her seat.

“Ay, little lady,” He drawls. “Get up and give us your best. Ain’t seen you round here and I wanna see how you spit.”

> She doesn’t move, her chair just squeals loudly. She instinctively wants to shrink and try to creep towards the door, but the glimpse of her own purpled clothing reminds her that she doesn’t have to do shite. She didn’t owe him anything.

“I don’t owe you anything.” She snarls back. “Brother.”

> He grins and drags her up by the front of her shirt.

“You got some cheek, huh? You a blasphemer? That why you all on your phone while we all gettin' our good word all out our chest? I said I wanna see how you spit, motherfucker.”

> So she pulls back and hocks right into his eye.

> He drops her with a loud MOTHEFUCK ME, his fist swinging forward. She ducks and throws her body at his shins, letting him crash into the floor. She can barely hear the whooping and shouting and laughing around her. She sweeps her eyes around the room and sees that no one else wanted her head. No, instead they were pointing and laughing at her pathetic would-be bully.

"That’s what he gets!” she hears. “Man’s got too big for his shoes!”

> Yeah, that is what he gets.

> She has such a way with clowns!

#Action Post | 🏃

[key-ei]

You know the hundreds of Cute-Meets™ prompts you see? Well here’s one that I experienced today. 

Running to work aka retail hell on 3 hours of sleep and sheer willpower at 6:52am - only to find a wallet on the ground.

It is FILLED with cash and credit cards

(Squash the little devil on your shoulder.)

First thought is to throw it in a mailbox but find the wallet is engraved with a poem by a loved one addressed to them.

Shrived heart grows 5 times that day.

Resigns self after an internal argument, yes, you’re a good person and yes you’re going to go through the trouble of personally returning the wallet.

(Why are you so fucking extra???)

Laugh at their wonky ID picture to feel better.

Proceeds to search them on facebook to contact them.

…No facebook?

Finds out they have ABSOLUTELY NO SOCIAL MEDIA??? the fuck?

Get caught on phone at work. Double fuck.

Desperation rolls in the longer you have the wallet.

Takes out phone again.

Google him.

Learn this guy is SMART AF, these are articles on STEM cell research?!?! University oF NoRTE DAME?!?!?

Double checks age. He’s only 3 years older than you. 

(That’s just not fair.)

Lunch arrives and this time you search his (very unique) LAST name on facebook and thank fuck, he has a brother.

Brother is super nice, gives a very grateful thank you and the guy’s contact info.

Make contact. FINALLY.

The guy didn’t even notice he lost his wallet yet. 

(You stare into the camera like you’re on the Office).

He thanks you profusely and you schedule a meet up at your work place, which is of course a bookstore.

Yes, a Bookstore. Yes, this is real life. Yes, this is tropey af.

Get off work and wait at the entrance.

There he is.

…

WTF

WTF WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF?!?!?!?!?!!!!111

WHY THE FUCK DOES HE LOOK LIKE A MODEL?!?!

IS HE A GIANT, THIS LANKY MOTHEFUCKER??? HE’S LIKE 6′4′’!!

HIS ID PICTURE MADE YOU PASTY AND DERPY LOOKING AF BUT HE’S ABSOLUTELY GLOWING GOD GOD!! 

AND THOSE EYES!!!!

SOMEONE COULD WRITE POETRY ABOUT THOSE EYE

(By someone I mean me)

Sputter and stammer as you greet him and shake his hand.

(your palms are a hot mess, YOU are a hot mess)

GOD, HE’S SO EXCITED TO SEE HIS WALLET???????/

HIS SMILE IS SO BRIGHT WTF 

(YOU FEEL SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW..???)

Get a hold of yourself.

You both thank each other and laugh at the bumbling messes you both are and wish each other a good day

The EnD :p

Only still have his number and oh god, he was so cute 

#the only catch this story is that i'm bi but with a preference for girls so I DEFINITELY will not contact this guy #also that would be creepy lmao #it was just such an extra interaction i had to share with the internet #the first thing that came to mind was a klance au wtf #klance #key writes

[chirpsythismorning]

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #never getting over this #heart eyes mothefucker #the sun ships byler #wow they’re both each other’s hearts #wow #stranger things spoilers #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard

[imperiusv]

II -R U Mine?

                                              Ausculor                                                 Release

I could barely breathe, my heart was beating like war drum , i felt light headed and as i was coming down from a really strong high, you looked me in the eyes, no hint of smile nor affection, just a blank, soulless stare,vanished. Panic mode turned on immediately - literally what the fuck? Months of shit and finally something good happens - you would expect more of the same, but nope, shitstorm incoming. I frantically start looking for you , perhaps she felt bad or dizzy, I say to myself, trying to justify your behavior again. Finally i find you on the ground in some bedroom talking on the phone and blatantly ignoring me, I am literally in full on panic mode, what the fuck is going on? We leave for the club and you told me to fuck off. The library was the venue, i proceeded to get wasted and didn’t bother with you anymore, I spend a lot of time with my friends and the night progressed into a drunken haze, i find myself talking to Indy outside for a good 30 minutes, they didn’t let the gypsy motherfucker into the club ,perfect opportunity to sober up, Timur gets in a taxi drunk with Yavuz, after they ate pizza , I lied that i will leave too, secretly i was waiting for you. I saw Baptiste with that girl , i don’t seem to recall her name,but i think they were kissing, i was really drunk , but i remember the look in his eyes when we made eye contact, the guilt and fear in his eye told the whole story, he was doing something he was not supposed to  and got caught , I don’t remember what happened next but i ended up meeting you outside, which was the point of the whole torture, we went home together, i remember how you cuddled up and took my hand in the bus, it was really sweet , one of those good drama free moments we had, we just stayed in silence enjoying the comfort of each other.

Big surprise after that - we didn’t talk for almost 10 days, the first of many times we will go into radio silence mode over the next couple of months, malus through Timur and we started talking again, which you did again , weirdly for someone you don’t care , trying to reach out to them, but yeah whatever. 8th of December we met again, I was out with my friends again and we were supposed to meet, you came in really late and we decided to ditch them all together, it was just you and me, walking around the streets in the dead of night, trying to figure out shit, we talked a lot, no idea what about , quite incoherent now, but i remember we kissed under a light pole , it was a shitty kiss, you made it like that just to prove a point, all i remember after is that we got the bus back home and you were texting some other guys or colleagues to go to there, i felt you had a thing for one of the guys, which this was only confirmed after that, but yeah i saw it even back then with no background or anything, it is a curse to see so clearly i know.

Birthday! Did you know your birthday is 16 days after mine?That’s two years,two weeks and two days after me, yeah mind-blown. I took you to eat cakes, i believe everyone deserves a cake on their birthday, it was fun, no drama and bullshit, but that was just the start of the day. In the evening we had the party, i knew you were still thinking not to come, so i came to shots to get you and to make sure we ended up the Labyrinth. I still remember you wore the red dress and i had my red shirt on,the first part of the evening , we spend blatantly ignoring each other and i stopped giving you attention at one point and proceeded to get fucked up , i was smoking outside alone and you came and sat in my lap, blabbing some stuff , but i didn’t even listen, I started playing with your hair and kissing your neck and we made out for a good 3-4 hours, first outside, then we went to the back in the dark,on those smelly rugged coaches, it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other , i have never kissed anyone for so long, at one point we stopped and i realized it was 4 am and the bar was starting to close down, i begged the to play RHCP By The Way and we danced and made out some more, then hit the road, during the time we were on the couch, people were talking to us, joking, fooling around, but i didn’t even notice them , such a connection that was, i felt like we were one. I wasn’t expecting sex so i decided to go on an adventure with you, I really wanted you to remember that birthday, so i thought it would be a great idea to take you to see the sunrise, we tried going into that rooftop,but it had fucking rats and was locked, i laughed so hard, when there was a noise and we thought the rats were coming for us, somehow i decided that it would be a brilliant idea if we can’t see it from the rooftop to go to the mountains, but it was cold as fuck, i mean it was fucking December , wtf do you expect, dumb-ass? It was such a good evening , no drama, no bullshit , mostly kissing and having a good time , a real adventure. I thought after this we will be together, but i was wrong again, i screwed up again.This time it was my fault , I took you to Pierre’s when i should have given you space  and let all that affection and good time i had given you , ferment like good grapes, i was too available and wanted more and more of you, such beta moves.

We went to his party and i really wanted to show you the view, cuz the last time i was there all i could think of was showing it to you, yeah, fuck me . They of course made jokes of it and said we were like a couple or whatever which was an anathema to you at that point. I managed to salvage the situation by joking and stuff and then pulling a vanishing act with you alongside me, a trick i learned from you - to vanish from people , you did this to me numerous times in the months before , mostly at shots or any other bars, sometimes you vanished with guys like that screw up Romaine or whatever his name was, that disgusting french guy, but now i see you have a thing for disgusting guys, by looking at your new boyfriend , sometimes i feel sick and want to throw up, but yeah i guess you have that mentality of not fighting for something that’s worth it ,but rather settling for something that’s easy and available and wont cause you any problems down the road , but yeah whatever lets go on with the story. We went to Shots and had a good time again, we danced and made out , it was pretty chill, but even as we were there, i knew i had screwed up and you were gonna give me shit now , but the more ridiculous thing was that you knew it as well and went with it, even tho , knowing that my friends were the reason why and they were the assholes , i was just inconsiderate.So you cut all contact off in the next days , but surprise mothefucker i came to the star wars stuff you were so shocked and we didn’t talk until Christmas,but I guess you responded to challenge and started to miss me , when i contacted you , we talked for hours and hours every day, I could listen to your voice all day back then, now just imagining it , to be honest i can’t even remember how your voice sounds, but it sends chills down my spine, just thinking about it makes my blood boil. My grandpa had passed away so maybe that was one of the reasons you were more warmed up to me, but i remember how much better i felt after we started talking and when you said that over the holidays you imagined me as something more and really was starting to miss me and thinking of me in another way, I felt so ecstatic and got really excited about seeing you again, but then again you said it passed like gas. During those days we talked so much and i got to know you even more and more, we would go on for hours on the phone, even Timur was annoyed, who visited me for fucking Christmas , jesus how could i forget this, for the last three years he had been with me for Christmas and New year you called me 20 times, drunk, enough said, but back to Timur,  just imagine that and i didn’t even call him or text him when we were together that often, he was one of the few persons that really felt me and really connected on a different level to me, the other one being my brother of course and maybe Adrian,all of us fire loving archers, none the less. We got unimaginably drunk on new year and all the time you were calling me and texting me, you even said you wanted to kiss me and so on, while you were drunk ,which for me was fucking huge, getting validation from you, the reason i got drunk was you, cuz every time i would go outside to talk to you, there was a hidden bottle of whiskey and one full of vodka in the bushes and i would have a sip or two and then head back into the club, I was so fucking wasted, my brother and Timur carried me home, Adrian was fucking angry at me,but he got over it and when i went home, my lenses were on the floor and Tumor picked them up, put me to sleep, he took such good care of me, that bastard, oh it almost brings tears to my eyes when i think about it, how good of a friend he was and how much he cared about me and all, now i have nothing even close to that, i’m gonna give him a call or text him now, as he is being going through some really hard times lately and i wish i was more there for him than now, as he was for me before, he helped me got through really bad episodes, i tried and did my best last time we had facetime,but still it’s different when I’m not there, when i come back from my self imposed exile i will spend  some quality time with him , as he deserves, he also mentioned he wants to come here, but idk if i can find him a good job that pays great money, but who knows maybe next year i can make it happen, as it would be amazing to have him here, if am single and he still is, we will have the time of our lives , i am very tempted to summon him here and help him stay. I went back to Sofia and we saw each other on my name day, i couldn’t help myself so i planted a big kiss on you the first time i saw you,we were at shots with your friends, I remember how surprised you looked. Then you started pulling back again and we went through not talk and talking again and again for the next month and a half, it was horrible, the worst period of all our pre-relationship this was , you would call me up when you were lonely and felt bad so we could hang out, but then you would disappear for days and days leaving me with my thumb up my ass every time , like the erasmus awards , I was planning on rigging the whole thing so that we can win , but imagine my surprise when Elizabeth told me we had a 10 vote lead over the others, people just liked our vibe and thought we were a couple and instead of accepting the reward and making it a good joke that we are not together or whatever you bailed on me and you can imagine how embarrassed i was to tell Elizabeth that i concede the reward just to avoid total humiliation in front of everybody and it went to i forgot her name , that dumb bitch with the glasses and her ugly boyfriend. But it was a good party overall Key won and Tim too, i was so proud of all of them, you just fucking left like it was nothing, it meant a lot to all of us that night, but yeah. The German guys goodbye party you didn’t come too , they liked you for real! And all this lead us to the night in the maze , when the french bastards were there and we had a scene, you me and Timur, lazslo lied to me that you were looking for me, we hadn’t been talking for days back then and i was feeling so hopeful when i saw you that things will be normal between us again, cuz i was missing my friend , not just lover. But nah , shit after shit , i was so wasted that night i can’t even remember what happened,  I only know that Timur took me home and i was a total wreck, the next day or party we were outside shots with the french guys and you had to fight with them, then turned tail, i had a huge fight with Pierre and lazslo and left as well, misunderstood by everyone, i felt like a fool again for trusting you, but not for defending you , because it was the right thing to do,nevertheless you never appreciated that , me standing up for you , even when we were together you never did, but i kept doing it anyway. I think we saw each other a couple of times after that , just for some hours and after my “rages” which entailed me telling you to fuck off and stuff, we were both deep in study shit, so that was part of the excuse , i remember how one night we snuck into the university and jumped the fence, that was cool as fuck , but we couldn’t get in because of the lock doors and the security guard was looking for us, you got scared kinda.Or that time after a party i think i passed your dorm and there were three bitches started hitting on me and added my on Facebook and Instagram, I still have them, two of those bitches even got married recently, they wanted me to come over and have fun, but they were ugly as fuck and i wasn’t expecting to fuck them three, but it was a great joke, too bad you didn’t come down to see me then.During those days we had really great parties, at which of course , most of the time i was wasted and looking for you, as your ubiquitous presence was felt in every aspect of my life , at one point it got so bad, that if you weren’t there i would go crazy and disappointing, as i didn’t want to be there and felt like the evening was wasted, this constant feeling of not being around you and when you finally showed up, being around,but with only shit happening, drove me fucking nuts, i felt like i was loosing my mind constantly, torn between you, myself and my friends.It was all a blur those days,weeks, months, but generally it was a good time with Timur and the boys, I miss that feeling now, the longing of wanting something and suffering for it and the sweet joy when you receive it, this is how messed up I am,for wanting something like this, but this is life i guess, fighting for something you want and then getting it, if you receive it right away , you won’t perceive it as being worth it or whatever. But who in their right fucking mind would put themselves in a situation of self abuse or someone to just lead you on, it was ridiculous , I don’t know how i managed to keep up with that, i admire myself actually for being so patient, stubborn and consistent with you,as the whole time i was believing it would pay off in the end.It didn’t.

I go crazy ‘cause here isn’t where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can’t help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is “Are you mine?” Well, are you mine? Are you mine?

All this lead us to that night i went totally nuts in club Melo or whatever the name of the stupid joint was, you showed up late, i was there with all my squad, or whatever remained from it, didn’t fucking say a word to me or anything, ignoring each other for the whole evening, then you danced with Salvatore the Italian wanker, i totally lost it when he tried to kiss you, i wanted to punch him , but pierre and the others stopped me , so i took out my frustrations on the wall, my fist went right thought i fucked that shit up good, i broke up the whole wall, they took me out of the club, so we can avoid paying for damages and i just vanished into the night, that evening i smoked 3 packs of cigarettes maybe more, it was my low point. I took a cab, but before that i saw you leaving with that guy, i was devastated, thankfully you weren’t fucking , but it fucked me up really good, i was wandering studentski and the streets it was raining i remember , Emeka saw me in front of fantastico and was so worried about me, i went home and i saw how much blood i had on my hands, took some damned pictures to post,so you can know what you did to me, i do believe we also wrote to each other that morning , but what does it matter, i went into the shower and collapsed on the floor , i felt like garbage , even worse than garbage like fucking nothing, like i didn't even matter at all in the world or more importantly to you, I had no idea that one day you would make me feel even worse that that. I wrote you that morning that you should block me and we should cease all contact to avoid more drama. To which of course you responded that we should go out for lunch, reluctantly i agreed.

We had a really good time going out and it was drama free, which was a huge fucking surprise given the last couple of weeks/days/months , i was so exhausted from all of that crap, so we had a night out in shots with Ivo, we got fucking wasted at my place and in shots you locked yourself in the bathroom for 2 hours i waited for you, funny thing was that i kissed you and you escaped into the WC immediately after that i was thinking maybe she got sick from me , but realized quickly you were puking your guts out, Ivo too, but he left. I waited for you and tried to break the door, i almost got in a fight with some guy , he wanted to go inside, i told him to fuck off, finally you came out , i took you in my arms and carried you to  my bed, I wanted to sleep on the other one, but you took my hand and said you want me to sleep with you, we cuddled all night and it was really good, i felt safe, like i belong there and i  was home. I took a snapchat of us sleeping and send it to Key, she couldn’t believe what had happened

Lets end up this here on a good note again, this shit is way too long

[baellins]

*heart eyes mothefucker*

#wwe #raw

[lesbienneanarchiste]

you know someone cares about you when they type out 20 “i love you”s without copy-pasting. <3 <3 <3 

#disgruntled octopus #heart eyes mothefucker

[karlraejepsen]

someone buy me the bb live feed i need it so bad but i cant be bothered to pay for it pls i'm desperate (truthfully i only want it so i can watch cody 24/7 like seriously how can any one person be so fucking attractive) help

#me #bb16 #cody #heart eyes mothefucker