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— Sylvia Plath
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Guys, this is season ONE of the Simpsons.
some of y’all never close your eyes in the sun and allow it to envelop you in feelings of peace and contentment and it shows
Scorpion’s Sting: A Thunderbolt Sequel
6. AMBER
Maria Eden always wanted children.
Her dream was five girls. Since she was young, she envisioned herself with a house full of bright eyes and beautiful faces. Five young women she could bring up and engrain the notion that the world was theirs to conquer, be it led by monster or man.
Thane Eden gave her four girls. Ruby, with her stubborn mind and her endless intelligence. Emerald, with her melodic voice and striving ambition. Opal, with her selflessness and grace. Sapphire, with her charming wit and passion.
Amber came still into the world. Their fifth stone, too precious to descend from heaven to join them. Maria held her Amber to her chest and prayed for a miracle. She looked to her husband for comfort, but he refused to touch the child. He refused to look at her.
She fell out of love with him that day. The day he stayed late at the office and left her to sit in front of the four girls she’d dreamt her whole life, to tell them the little sister they had waited for, painted a nursery for, wouldn’t be coming.
Her life became her girls, her charities, and her garden. She had several orchids for her lost daughter, yellow petals for her still Amber. She tended to the rest of her flock, giving them the best life she could, encouraging them the way she always dreamed, protecting them from what she could protect them from.
Even if it meant from their own father.
Yellow flecks glowed in her brown eyes as she watched Thane pace back and forth in their hotel suite. The Las Vegas skyline stretched outside the window, and she reached for the remote to close the curtains before the sunset blinded her. Her phone text messages were open on the table, blue conversation bubbles ignored by Sapphire’s silver ones. The last update she’d received from her youngest daughter was four hours ago:
It’s a girl.
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AGAIN → PART ONE
Summary: [10k words] To everyone who meets Grayson Dolan, they believe he has a perfect family, perfect job, perfect life, but it’s really not the case. Grayson struggles to balance his work life, his two daughters and his wife, Yasmin. As he takes on a murder case, stress takes over him and his family. [italics indicate flashbacks]
WARNINGS: mentions of a bad childhood, brief mentions of an open murder case, abortion, miscarriages and affairs.
A/N: this took me a long while to write. ever since being put in lockdown it has took a toll on my mental health and i have been struggling to stay motivated, happy and healthy. i would really appreciate it if you could show this three part series all the love you have, by reblogging and giving me feedback. i love you all and thank you for the support <3
A perfect marriage is what almost every couple in the world admires to have. It’s the stabilizer for a happy family. And when 17-year-old Yasmin met Grayson Dolan, she knew he was that conjoining stabilizer that she needed to create the thing both of them have had countless dreams about. And 10 years later she has that. Well, that is what everyone seems to think.
“Gray, your coffee is getting cold,” Yasmin yells out to him, seconds later hearing the clank of his shoes against the kitchen tiles.
Yasmin feels his warm arms sneak around her waist as he litters small and sweet kisses along the back of her neck. Yasmin begins to feel warm all over, her cheeks heating and goosebumps rising on her arms. “Grayson,” she warns him, reaching back to playfully slap his shoulder. “Stop the kids will be here any second.” She giggles playfully.
“They’re brushing their teeth. We’ve got two minutes.” Grayson giggles, reaching for his coffee and taking a small sip of it, eyebrows scrunching at the temperature of the bitter drink. “You’re right, my coffee is cold.”
“When am I not right?” She smirks, trapped between the counter and his large, broad body. “What are your plans for today?” She asks, spinning around to face him.
“Work, have to meet with a client today who has a DUI, maybe hit the gym after.” He mentions, squeezing her hip.
Yasmin is quick to stop his plan right there with a firm shake of the head. “Uh, uh! It’s Aurora’s dance recital tonight.” She protests, pushing a finger against his clothed chest, the white-button up shirt clinging to every curve, doing his abs justice.
“Oh fuck. What time?” He asks.
“4:30.” She responds.
Grayson nods at her and hears the pitter-patter of tiny feet against the hardwood floor, alerting him from admiring the way her golden skin glows under the bright kitchen lights, the way her freckles are splattered along the center of her face, like subtle brown paint and the way her gorgeous brown locks frame her face, he will never get bored of the gorgeous sight.
“Daddy, I’m ready to go now!” He turns to see his daughter’s large grin and glowing cheeks, looking exactly like her mother.
He rolls his eyes and switches his weight onto one foot, crossing his arms. “That was not two minutes.” He tells her.
Arabella huffs and stomps in reply to her father. “Yes, it was!”
“No, it most definitely was not, now come on.” Grayson gently turns his daughter and pushes against her back to guide her out of the door. “And your sister better be dressed and ready to go.”
Keep reading
AGAIN → PART ONE
Summary: [10k words] To everyone who meets Grayson Dolan, they believe he has a perfect family, perfect job, perfect life, but it’s really not the case. Grayson struggles to balance his work life, his two daughters and his wife, Yasmin. As he takes on a murder case, stress takes over him and his family. [italics indicate flashbacks]
WARNINGS: mentions of a bad childhood, brief mentions of an open murder case, abortion, miscarriages and affairs.
A/N: this took me a long while to write. ever since being put in lockdown it has took a toll on my mental health and i have been struggling to stay motivated, happy and healthy. i would really appreciate it if you could show this three part series all the love you have, by reblogging and giving me feedback. i love you all and thank you for the support <3
A perfect marriage is what almost every couple in the world admires to have. It’s the stabilizer for a happy family. And when 17-year-old Yasmin met Grayson Dolan, she knew he was that conjoining stabilizer that she needed to create the thing both of them have had countless dreams about. And 10 years later she has that. Well, that is what everyone seems to think.
“Gray, your coffee is getting cold,” Yasmin yells out to him, seconds later hearing the clank of his shoes against the kitchen tiles.
Yasmin feels his warm arms sneak around her waist as he litters small and sweet kisses along the back of her neck. Yasmin begins to feel warm all over, her cheeks heating and goosebumps rising on her arms. “Grayson,” she warns him, reaching back to playfully slap his shoulder. “Stop the kids will be here any second.” She giggles playfully.
“They’re brushing their teeth. We’ve got two minutes.” Grayson giggles, reaching for his coffee and taking a small sip of it, eyebrows scrunching at the temperature of the bitter drink. “You’re right, my coffee is cold.”
“When am I not right?” She smirks, trapped between the counter and his large, broad body. “What are your plans for today?” She asks, spinning around to face him.
“Work, have to meet with a client today who has a DUI, maybe hit the gym after.” He mentions, squeezing her hip.
Yasmin is quick to stop his plan right there with a firm shake of the head. “Uh, uh! It’s Aurora’s dance recital tonight.” She protests, pushing a finger against his clothed chest, the white-button up shirt clinging to every curve, doing his abs justice.
“Oh fuck. What time?” He asks.
“4:30.” She responds.
Grayson nods at her and hears the pitter-patter of tiny feet against the hardwood floor, alerting him from admiring the way her golden skin glows under the bright kitchen lights, the way her freckles are splattered along the center of her face, like subtle brown paint and the way her gorgeous brown locks frame her face, he will never get bored of the gorgeous sight.
“Daddy, I’m ready to go now!” He turns to see his daughter’s large grin and glowing cheeks, looking exactly like her mother.
He rolls his eyes and switches his weight onto one foot, crossing his arms. “That was not two minutes.” He tells her.
Arabella huffs and stomps in reply to her father. “Yes, it was!”
“No, it most definitely was not, now come on.” Grayson gently turns his daughter and pushes against her back to guide her out of the door. “And your sister better be dressed and ready to go.”
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Humor is so attractive tho…
Just be laughing my ass off like hahahahavesexwithme lol
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
it's not you it's my anxiety
Refreshing a page just as you see something interesting…
person: i care about u me: ok then why am i not ur entire life??? smh fake
CAUSE EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING
EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY
CAN’T U FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST, I WANT THIS TO LAST
NEED YOU BY MY SIDE
This is the closest gif that can really capture the utter chaotic energy that is released when people hear this song