painful starters
  • "Loving you was a mistake."
  • "I hate you."
  • "You left me alone."
  • "There's nothing left to say."
  • "Was s/he better for you?"
  • "I'm sorry ---- I'm sorry I left you there."
  • "What do you mean, it's over?"
  • "Please don't say that."
  • "I can't forgive you."
  • "You turned your back on me!"
  • "You don't get to come back and try to win me again."
  • "I'm not giving a seconds change."
  • "What do you care if I die?"
  • "What do you care if I get hurt?"
  • "Who are you again?"
  • "This is over."
  • "I don't want to see you again."
  • "I can't do this. I can't see you anymore."
  • "I can't see you with her/him."
  • "I need to leave."

what

IS THIS REAL LIFE RIGHT NOW

LKJHBFG

posted 12 hours ago

#fc

I’m confused.

I think I got some wires crossed in my brain.

Or

I’m just stupid.

Probably a bit of both.

posted 12 hours ago with 1 note

joelbyeman:

"you choose your favourite character because they remind you of yourself"

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#GC

enchantingxamora:

theliarstale:

I’m just going to say it now. 

If you want me to respect you, never come to me with an idea for a Fifty Shades Of Grey au. 

Ever. 
I mean it. 

^this


Send me “Are you pregnant?” Or “I’m pregnant!” For my muse’s reaction!

My muse has been missing and is presumed dead. Your muse comes home to find them asleep in their bed. How do they respond?

#fc

Darker towards dawn || Ariel & Oliver

droliverthredsonmd:

The silence Oliver was engulfed in once the clerk took her leave was more than a welcome change of atmosphere. So far it was an accomplishable enough feat that the two of them even made it this far as it is while resisting the temptation to throttle one another…

The instant he crested the top of the staircase, he was greeted by an upper dining hall facing the balcony. The upstairs of the mansion was surprisingly in a better state of disrepair than the entryway he’d witnessed moments prior—in fact, a little too preserved despite the little dimples and cracks in the plaster stretching towards the ceiling like a lightening bolt frozen in time.

Heavy brows furrowing with confusion, Oliver brushed his fingers over the table and examined his fingertips under the beam of the flashlight. The lack of residue was undoubtedly alarming considering the age of the furniture and absence of physical care. Ducking between the elongated dining tables adorned with a candlebra positioned specifically in the middle of each table, evidence of a perfectionist at work, an adjacent doorway caught his eye. Surely in a home of this size, the owners possessed a cleaning staff which meant there was undoubtedly something of possible use in a storage closet or supply room.

Reaching for the doorknob, the sudden firelight of a candlebra at his back paused his hand mid-flight. The glow of illumination, warm and inviting, spun the doctor on his heel to face the center table with confusion. Immediately he shone the flashlight towards the darkened corners for signs of life as the sound of a soft laughter, giddy, child-like in its excitement fluttered between his ears. Face riddled with confusion, Oliver’s mouth opened instinctively to give his confusion a voice, only to be interrupted by the scream of another unfortunately familiar shriek.

Ariel fled for the stairs, ignoring the creaking of the old, rotten wood beneath her. If the stairs broke, so be it. She wouldn’t go back down there, anyway. There was no damn way she would go back down there. She ran through the downstairs floor and straight out the back door, before tripping on a rock and falling flat on her face. 

The young woman groaned and slowly picked herself up, her hand over her face. Well, that was a bad plan. But, the furthest away she could get from the basement, the better. She rose to her feet, and took another slow step into the backyard. 

"Holy shit." Ariel breathed to herself, looking around the darkened backyard. The moonlight gave just enough light to reveal the outlines of old cars. Some were newer than others, but some were just piles of rust. She ran her fingers over one of them, confused. Who would leave a pile of old cars in their backyard? The discovery was just enough to drive her recent sighting out of her mind. 

The young clerk walked over to the newest car, looking inside of it. She felt like she should know this car, but she didn’t know why. She glanced up at the windows in the house, able to see Oliver moving around. 


White knight (snow storm AU theonewhoabandonedheaven)

noblefirstbornkiller:

 

"Of course, it was fine." He could not help but smile at the small feet tucked under his leg to warm them up. He slowly moved his hand to place on her ankle, still with a mile as he looked from her feet to her eyes.

"I heard that this storm might last two days. So it looks like this might just be your home for a short time. I would not recommend you going out into it." Not that he was terribly upset to be giving her the news. She was stunning and even more so intriguing. "Your tattoos… what do they mean?" Raising his finger to glide down her arm over the makings.

The young woman gave him another small smile, and laid her head back against the couch. Her eyes flicked to his hand on her ankle, before meetings his eyes again. Her smile widened slightly, just barely. 

"I think the roads are closing, anyway." Ariel said, snuggling her toes further underneath his leg, trying to warm them up. She didn’t mind in the least that she wouldn’t be able to leave for a long time. Give them more time to talk. 

"Oh. My tattoos? They all represent something that happened in my lifetime. My favorite one’s on my back, though." She looked down at her arms, examining the ones she could see.


theonewhoabandonedheaven asked: "How drunk are you right now?""

noblefirstbornkiller:

noblefirstbornkiller:

"Not nearly as much as I would like to be,"

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"That it does."
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"Alright. So, what happened?"


theonewhoabandonedheaven asked: "How drunk are you right now?""

noblefirstbornkiller:

noblefirstbornkiller:

"Not nearly as much as I would like to be,"

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"I would very much like that. What can I get for you?"
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"Some champagne or wine sounds lovely."


theonewhoabandonedheaven asked: "How drunk are you right now?""

noblefirstbornkiller:

theonewhoabandonedheaven:

noblefirstbornkiller:

"Not nearly as much as I would like to be,"

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"What happened?"

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"Nothing the liquor will not rectify."

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"Well, if you’re gonna drink, would you at least like a partner?"