#well he’s a little unbearable

[fallintomyeyes]

ongoing joke at work because the guy i’ve been sleeping with for the past year semi-believes in the lizard people conspiracy so now i get to hear about all the batshit conspiracy theories my coworkers dig up because apparently by letting it in my bed i have taken the mantle of conspiracy queen

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

btw! You were talking about your multi shipping and some secret rare pair. I've been in suspense ever since. What's the pair anyway? Or are you in the middle of making a chart? I'm just real curious

oh lmao did i not say what it was? it's not some 'oooh ahhh' thing i just had a Cute Thought and went "yeah i can dig that!". its simply Niche!

first i was thinkin "aw, yk Barnaby/Eddie is kinda cute" and then immediately went "wait ohhhh established Laughingstock but they fold Eddie into the relationship" and yeah <3

[tenebrous-academic]

Tragic news, I’m one nervous breakdown away from jumping back on my Kylux bullshit 😔

[mekanikaltrifle]

act 2 of the story ended, for Malcolm, in a way he's too familiar with now-- coping with a sudden grief in a hospital.

he's starting to hate hospitals, and mages, and magic.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — rite of passage.

MAY 26, 2012

“I don’t like this.”

Emmett looks up at the formidable barn at the back of his aunt and uncle’s house, hugging himself in spite of the heat.

“C’mon, Emmy,” Ellie says, tossing him a brave grin over her shoulder, motioning him forward. “Haven’t you ever wondered what’s inside?”

“…No…”

“Not once? In your whole entire life?”

“Well…” Emmett looks back at the farmhouse, lit up, with all their family and friends laughing and talking inside. “Yeah, but… Uncle Doc doesn’t want us going in. I think we should listen, don’t you?”

“Look, would I let you get in trouble?” Ellie asks, cocking her head.

“…No?…”

“Then I say, as the oldest—“

“By seven minutes thirty eight seconds!” Emmett protests.

“As the oldest,” Ellie continues, undaunted. “It’s our party— kinda— and we should do what we want. Within reason. Y’know. Nothing too wild ‘n’ crazy like hotwiring Julie’s new car or whatever. Although—“

“Ellie!” Emmett interrupts. “Come on. If we’re gonna do this, let’s just—”

“And where do you two think you’re going?”

“Mom!”

Jennifer Parker-McFly leans nonchalantly against the barn doors, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, giving her children a wry smile in the moonlight.

“We were just—”

“I think I can guess what you were just, Elizabeth Lorraine,” Jennifer teases, pushing herself off the barn door and immediately ruffling both their hair and kissing their foreheads. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

“But Mom, we’re not babies anymore!” Ellie continues to protest. “We’re fourteen!”

“Yeah, but you’re always gonna be our babies,” Marty replies, opening the barn door and swiftly locking it behind him. He winds an arm around both his kids’ shoulders and begins to guide them away. “Mom’s right. The party’s really losin’ steam without the stars of the show.”

“Dad, is what’s in there really that bad?” Emmett asks.

“No, of course it’s not bad. You think your uncle would do anything to hurt you?” Marty returns, a little more forcefully than is strictly necessary. He sighs, voice gentler. “Sorry. You guys just… aren’t ready for that yet. Okay?”

“In a couple years you’ll get your licenses,” Jennifer agrees. “Then he’ll tell you everything. Promise.”

AUGUST 5, 2014

Ellie slams her temporary paper license down on the table with a little more force than is strictly necessary. She gives a fiery yet playful glare in @doctorbrown ‘s direction.

“Okay, Uncle Emmett,” she tells him, in no uncertain terms. “I’m here to make good on Mom and Dad’s deal. Emmy got his license three weeks ago—“

“What’d I do?” Emmett pipes up from the other room, taking off one of his headphones to better listen to his sister.

“—I just got mine. Now you gotta tell us. What the hell is in that damn barn?!” Ellie runs her hands through her hair, beginning to pace around the kitchen. “I was hoping it'd be a motorcycle or something, ‘specially ‘cause you built Dad that kickass amplifier for his sixteenth birthday, but if it was you would’ve done that back in May—“

“Ellie, cool it,” the younger Emmett encourages.

“I can’t! That stupid thing has been taunting me for years!” Ellie looks to the elder Emmett, brown eyes suddenly doe-like and wide. “I’ve been wanting to break in so bad since middle school, Uncle Doc, but I didn’t. At least tell me ‘cause I’m your favorite twin.”

“Hey!” her brother yelps.

[steelycunt]

starting 2 finish up research and move into trying to create some sort of plan and. this r is sooo. oh my. he is the loneliest girl in the world but like actually this time. he is so very. he needs a hug so terribly much he is such a sock in need of darning he needs a little kiss he needs. even just one single friend

[nicollekidman]

alina becoming the darkling is like okay. three meaningful reforms for each killing. that seems fair. then a hundred years down the line ravka’s grisha are thriving and she has a trail of bodies behind her and she’s like wow looks like i was stronger and better after all 😇 and then eternity stretches before her

[tobe-sogolden]

is this thing still on......

[heartbeetz]

Trying to find an apartment with a friend and a job in the area we wanna move to but it's so so so hard. I have no money for that. And no work experience or credit. But I've been told I need to either start paying my father rent to keep staying here at his place (again, no money or job + he's really not the kind of person you wanna be stuck living with), or get kicked out in potentially a matter of weeks. Scary and stressful...

[mihai-florescu]

We need more idol animes where one of the protagonists gets shot straight in the chest

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

you know it's bad when you hit the 30 tag limit

[ajdrawshq]

SO. NOVEMBER 19TH/20TH HUH.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

(giggles and kicks legs)

[simonbrain]

john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.

he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.

simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.

now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.

"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"

you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.

you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."

(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.

"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)

[guubiiz]

heartslabyul would be named my favorite dorm if i didn’t despise riddle.