highhopesneverdie

... just some random blog that's obsessed with #emmerdale #sherlock #fleabag #greys

[ahlwords-deactivated20230219]

sometimes our perspectives change. last year, all i wanted was to get by. this year, i choose to live.

-ahlwords

[neverhavehighhopes]

[betonlosingdogsmp3-deactivated2]

Aaron: “I would still want you even if Robert was here!”

*Robert comes back*

Aaron:

[neverhavehighhopes]

Facts 💯

[justherebecausemackenzieboyd]

Windows aand Mackenzie’s don’t mix

-Mackaron fanfic

Summery:Mackenzie thinks it was a great idea to jump out of the living room window.. Aaron not so much

For @madden-mackron because they’re my bby and I love em ❤️😘

——-

“This is the most ridiculous thing you have done! And that’s saying a lot!”

Aaron was mad no he was fuming.

Mackenzie had taken it upon himself to be the child that he was, and jump head first out of the living room window. No help from Ryan who had given him the idea, and suddenly conveniently had go because it was his Adoptive mothers birthday!

Leaving Aaron to patch up the injured Scott by himself.

“Sorry honey” Mackenzie laughed trying not to cringe from the pain in his shoulder.

Aaron rolled his eyes at him wondering what was he even doing? His Boyfriend was an idiot!

“Right come on we’re going to A&E because that shoulder doesn’t look right and I’m pretty sure your head shouldn’t be Red..”

With that he Carefully pulled up the Scotsman and carried him over his shoulder. Although Mackenzie wasn’t very impressed with being picked up as he wanted to walk by himself.

“Hey I can do it myself!” He insisted

Aaron wasn’t listening,but decided to give into his demands and placed him into the sofa.

“Fine walk then I’m off to start the car”

Aaron grinned knowing that he totally wouldn’t be able to make it by himself.

Hey if he wanted to be a child then let him learn the hard way he thought.

The Dingle left to go get his car leaving the Scotsman to sort out himself.

Of course as much as Mackenzie wanted to get himself up it wasn’t happening.

Now it’s clear his leg wasn’t broken as he could still move it, but there was still something wrong as he couldn’t exactly walk on it.

As much as he hated it for other people to be right he had to admit defeat and ask Aaron for help.

“You coming?” Aaron smirked, who had suddenly emerged from the front food .

Mackenzie sighed dramatically and pouted.

“No I need your help” The Scotsman said quietly.

Aaron grinned even wider.

“Sorry didn’t hear you could you repeat that?”

“I NEED YOUR HELP!” The Scotsman shouted getting annoyed.

“Well that’s no problem I would be happy to help” not doing very well at masking his smugness.

He picked up the Scotsman once more being gentle as carried him out to the car.

————-

It was late by the time they got back. Mackenzie was asleep on Aarons bed,his arm upright so he wouldn’t knock his cast.

It wasn’t too bad he had a fractured wrist and badly bruised knee,as well as a few stitches for the gash on his head.

But other than that he would be fine.He had also managed to snag Aaron’s onesie curling up in a ball snoring away into the pillows.

The Younger man watched him fondly from the door way,notching how fast he had dropped off. He assumed it was the painkillers that they gave him that made him drowsy.

Aaron turned off the lights and crawled into bed next to the Scotsman cuddling him from behind.

He may be a handful at times but he was so glad he was okay.

“Night you idiot” He said to himself.

“Night Honey!” Mackenzie suddenly shouted startling the Younger man.

“Ah you little shit I thought you Where asleep!” Aaron yelled at him slightly annoyed he had ruined the moment.

“I was until I thought hey that smells like you!” He proclaimed probably mentioning his aftershave.

“Really? That’s all you got?”

“Yeah pretty much..”

Aaron rolled his eyes maybe he was high on the pain killers...

“Just go back to sleep you numpty”

“Okay honey” He sarcastically saluted. Yup he probably was still pretty drugged up.

“Stop calling me that” The Dingle demanded.

“Pfft make me!” He paused “Honey!”

Aaron growled slightly pissed of as he wanted to sleep and he had stupidly woken up Mackenzie!

“Hey Don’t! Do that ” He shouted out when he felt Aaron pinch his side caring him off guard. As it tickled him slightly making him fidget away.

“Then don’t call me honey!” Aaron smiled.

“Fine sorry!” He snapped back.

“Just go to sleep okay we’ll talk in the morning” The Dingle said trying to soothe him by stroking his hair. Mackenzie hummed liking The touch.

It wasn’t long before they both fell asleep again thank the gods! He had actually managed to get him to drift off again. But whatever at least he would be there right next to Aaron when he wakes up and that was a pretty great.

“Morning Honey!”

“It’s been Five minuets!”

Nevermind...

[fuckyeahmackenzieboyd]

I’m not even surprised at Mackenzie trying something like this lol 😂

[fuckyeahmackenzieboyd]

The way Mackenzie’s voice broke when he said “None” when Eric asked him how much love he has in his life… 

[neverhavehighhopes]

Same here…

[flawswelove]

#mood 

[thepiscesactor-deactivated20121]

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

[minotaursauce]

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

[xaldien]

“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.

[minotaursauce]

Yowch, disgusting.

[samuraiko]

If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.

[glory-of-hera-blog]

Always reblog this

[nygmobblepot-der-pool-deactivat]

If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend

[witchofthefuture]

IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CAN’T BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.

If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.

If you want to debate about this or send anon’s about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.

[witchofthefuture]

Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.

Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.

I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.

[tarothy-deactivated20230301]

I’m a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.

[neverhavehighhopes]

Important!

[charitydinglez]

[neverhavehighhopes]

🔥🔥🔥

[neverhavehighhopes]

Loving my new keyboard 😍

[aarondingle]

[wellyfullofale]

Danny Miller’s face makes me happy

[aarondingle]

[wellyfullofale]

How is he allowed he’s too attractive.

More please Haley I need more!!

[aarondingle]

anything for you my darling

[scrapyardboyfriends]

The pencil sketches are still some of my favorite drawings that I’ve done…

[smittenwithsugden]

The biggest thank you to the 44 people who participated, without you this Awards wouldn’t have been possible.

A special thank you to @victoriasugden who made the original banner for me and to @memorieswarm who made all the gifs you see in this post!

If you wanna see more answers and stats to the different categories please send me an ask with the category and I will post it! 

“The Beltgrab” with 12/44 votes.

This winner beat the second place, the wedding dance kiss, by only one vote

“The Goodbye” with 20/44 votes

Only two more votes than the heartbreaking break-up

“The Beltgrab” with 36/44 votes

Couldn’t have been a more clear winner, the second place only had 2 votes

“The Bathroom” with 14/43 votes

Funnily this and best Robert quote both had 13 different answers

“The Bathroom” and “The Reveal” with 7/43 votes each

The only tied winner this year

“The Prison Release” with 14/43 votes

Nothing interesting to say about this category, haha :)

“SSW Woods” with 12/43 votes

All the different SSW scenes added up to 22 votes

“SSW” with 39/43 votes

The only other answer was the wedding with 4 votes

“The Reveal” with 23/43 votes

Surprisingly a pretty clear winner, with the jaunary fight with only 11 votes 

“Christmas” with 27/43 votes

I added all the different christmas answers up to this. The second place, the welly, only got 6 votes

“The Wedding Dance” with 17/42 votes

The second place was the picnic with 9 votes

“The Prison Release” with 22/42 votes

Second win for the prison release after best wordless scene

“The Goodbye” with 27/42 votes

With only four different answers this was a clear winner

with 22/42 votes

4 votes went to the shorter version “I want messed up with you, forever”, so it’s basically 26/42 votes

with 14/42 votes

with 21 different answers the most diverse category

[shaneilyas]

[capseycartwright]

Dancing. I JUST WANT THEM TO DANCE TOGETHER ALWAYS

“Dance with me.”

Aaron looked at Robert, eyebrows raised. “You can’t be serious.”

Robert stood, hands on hips, giving Aaron an unfailingly bright grin. ‘I’m 100% serious, actually,” he said, holding out a hand for Aaron to take. He was wearing a new, a new one, a bright blue number that had set Aaron’s heart on edge from the moment Robert had tried it on at the tailors in Leeds, Robert doing overenthusiastic twirl, after twirl, as he’d tried on half the suits in the shop.

He looked good, though. Robert always looked good, of course, but he looked even better than usual tonight, white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, a purple tie pulled loose at his neck, cheeks flush from the summer breeze, and the champagne he’d been necking.

Robert loved a good wedding, and well - Sam and Lydia’s had been one to remember.

“I don’t dance,” Aaron pointed out, beer bottle held halfway to his lips as replied. They’d ducked outside the packed village hall for a break, the Dingle madness even more overwhelming than usual.

“No one is going to see you dance here.”

“I don’t dance, Robert.”

Robert rolled his eyes, taking the beer bottle from Aaron’s grip, setting it down on the windowsill before he tugged Aaron into a standing position, holding him close. “You promised me a first dance at our second wedding, and you didn’t do it,” he said, trying to force Aaron into some semblance of a dancing position, a hand on Aaron’s waist, the other holding Aaron’s hand aloft, as though they were going to do a waltz.

In Robert’s dreams, maybe.

Aaron snorted in response, freeing himself from Robert’s grasp so he could sling his arms around his husband’s shoulders, falling into step with Robert’s swaying. “You were busy, weren’t ya? Faith kept you well occupied.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Robert grimaced. “I can’t believe you made me do a slow dance to an Adele song with your gran.”

“Best part of the whole day,” Aaron grinned. This close to Robert, even in the dusk, he could see every freckle, every detail on his husband’s face, right down to the tiny little scar above his right eyebrow, the one that wasn’t really even noticeable unless you got up close and personal with him like this.

Aaron noticed. He’d always noticed the little things about Robert, the tiny, insignificant things that made his husband, his.

“Sam’s really happy,” Aaron murmured, the two of them swaying on the spot, the eclectic playlist Sam and Lydia had put together switching between pop-y dance tunes, and old eighties music, the kind Robert loved to blast as he made them dinner.

“Weddings are supposed to be the happiest day of your life,” Robert hummed. “Ours was, you know. Happiest day of my life.”

“Really?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Cain forgot to get the flowers, me mum got bladdered before we even got to the speeches, and Liv nicked a fifty from your wallet before we even got to the registry office.”

Robert couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, but regardless of everything that went wrong - I got to stand up in that registry office and get another chance with you. That means everything to me, you know, that you’d forgive me, after everything.”

“I love you,” Aaron said, sincere, pausing in their mindless swaying for a second so he could focus on Robert, focus on what he needed to say. “I love you, Robert. No matter whats happened in the past, I love you, and that’s all that matters. That’s why we’re here now.”

“At Sam and Lydia’s wedding?” Robert raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be dense,” Aaron rolled his eyes. “We’ve been married nearly a year, Robert. We barely made it a few months, the first time around.”

“Don’t talk about that now.”

“I want to, because I want you to understand how much better we are now,” Aaron said, fingers aimlessly running through the blond hair at the back of Robert’s neck, dipping beneath his shirt collar to trace patterns on Robert’s skin.

“You think we’re going to make it this time?” Robert asked quietly, urging Aaron to dance again, the two of them swaying in a circle, moving from foot to foot in the closest they’d ever get to dancing, really.

Aaron pressed a kiss to Robert’s lips, letting the embrace linger for a second or two before he replied. “I think we’re going to make it forever, you and me.”

[capseycartwright]

Hi Lorna! I would be very happy if you wanted to write something about Robert having problems with his vision and Aaron teases him for being ancient, but really adores him in his new glasses. Sorry for my English and thank you. 😘

The headaches had started weeks previously. Robert had just put it down to stress, more than anything else, assumed it had been because he’d been drinking too much coffee and not sleeping enough, but when they didn’t stop after close to a month, Aaron had forced him to go to the doctor.

Literally forced him, ringing up Dr Cavanagh’s office and pretending he was Robert to make him an appointment, because apparently Robert being happy to ignore his headaches and just will them away wasn’t good enough.

It wasn’t a brain tumour, as it happened.

It was his eyesight.

Robert Sugden had bad eyesight, and that was the cause of his headaches - easily fixed by an eye test, and an expensive pair of reading glasses. He hadn’t told Aaron, had waited until he’d collected his new glasses from Specsavers before he decided to break the news to his husband, admit that Aaron was married to an old man.

“Hiya, where did you disappear to?” Aaron asked, busy at the stove. Knowing him, he was making some sort of pasta and tomato sauce, quick and easy, no effort required. That, or it was beans on toast for tea, like they were eighteen and didn’t know any better.

(Cooking classes, Robert decided, could be a good investment.)

“I had to pick something up in town,” Robert sighed, setting his bag down on one of the kitchen chairs, fumbling with the Specsavers bag for a second, taking his glasses case out.

Aaron didn’t even turn from where he was standing, focus on the pot in front of him. “Oh yeah, anything interesting?”

“The closest thing to a death certificate I can get without being dead,” Robert muttered, taking the glasses out of their case, glaring unhappily at the smart black frames.

He was only thirty four.

Aaron turned, raising an eyebrow. “Have you completely lost it?” he inquired, still absently stirring the pot (pasta, it was definitely pasta) as he spoke.

Robert held up the glasses. “I need reading glasses,” he sighed. “That’s why I’ve been getting headaches, I need reading glasses.”

Aaron looked positively gleeful. “At least you know what’s been causing the headaches now.”

“Go on, just say it,” Robert sighed, giving the glasses the best death glare he could muster. “You’re married to an old man. Get the wheelchair out, because this one is a pensioner.”

“I already knew I was married to an old man,” Aaron grinned, turning the heat off, moving the pot of pasta aside before he crossed the kitchen quickly. “I didn’t need glasses to tell me that, did I?”

“Aaron!”

“What do you want me to say?” Aaron laughed, nudging the hand holding the glasses. “I haven’t seen them on you yet.”

Robert sighed again, but relented, putting the smart black frames on carefully, the weight on his nose unfamiliar. “See? I look about ninety.”

“I still think you look gorgeous,” Aaron said, sincere. Robert always knew when he was taking the piss, and he - well, he wasn’t. Aaron’s eyes were wide, and wanting, and none of the gleeful teasing from earlier was present.

“Yeah?”

“You know you’re a gorgeous bastard,” Aaron rolled his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss to Robert’s lips. “Proper nerd now though, you are.”

“Shut up.” Robert rolled his eyes, wriggling his nose slightly, not quite used to the glasses being here. “Whats for dinner?”

[vckaarrob-deactivated20181005]

Thank you! So what do you think happened the first night during the home farm week? Robert said he wanted them to be normal, to have a beer... please, can you write something about that first Robron night at home farm?

Thebeer’s sweating cold and wet in Aaron’s hand, slippery under histhumb. It leaves a dark stain on Robert’s shoulder when he steps inclose, nose brushing against Aaron’s; hint of a smile blurring, eyesfluttering shut. Robert’s bottom lip is wet, bitter, and he flincheswhen Aaron presses in closer, mouth opening.

Aaronwinces like he’s the one with a knuckle print on his face. “Sorry,”he mumbles, shoulders sagging to drop his body weight away fromRobert’s chest. His free hand is hovering in mid-air without hispermission, half way to soothing bruises he made. He pulls it backquickly, hides his scuffed knuckles against his side.

Robertshakes his head. “Don’t,” he says. He takes Aaron’s beer back,sets the two bottles on the counter and draws Aaron back in withgentle fingers at the corners of his jaw. “None of that matters,alright? It’s just you and me.”

Itthe same tease he makes in bed, when he’s trying to loosen Aaron up again.When days and weeks of nothing but lingering glances and the ghost of Robert’s body heat wind him backup tight. Aaron wishes sometimes, that he could keep himself shutaway, that Robert couldn’t prise him open quite so easily every time.But then Robert will give him that look again, thumbs sweeping softarcs over Aaron’s cheeks, eyes lit up like there’s no one else he’d would rather be looking at, and Aaron’s lost again. At sea and drifting, drowning.

It’dbe a lie to say that he lets Robert kiss him, because he feels thestrain in his over-worked legs when he leans back up into Robert’sbody, fingers curling at his shoulders. They kiss for long minutes,right out in the open where any one could see. The same placeRobert’s wife drinks her morning coffee, probably.

He’snot a good enough person to not get a sick thrill out of that.

He’shere, where she should be. Aaron. Aaron’s who Robert wants. He stayedfor this. For him.

:::

Theydon’t order pizza, that first night. Robert cooks some pasta dishAaron doesn’t bother to remember the name of. He moves around thekitchen with ease, sleeves shoved up to his elbows and a glass of redwine on the counter where Aaron’s sitting. He comes over every nowand then for a sip, presses kisses to Aaron’s mouth on his way by. Herefuses Aaron’s offer of help, which is just a well, because Aaron’spast distracted, into gawping.

Robert’sfingers ore deft on an over-sized knife, face flushed and grinning.He keeps pausing, blowing his hair up and out of his eyes only for itto flutter back down; until Aaron leans over without thinking,brushes  it back for him.

It’sa shocky moment of intimacy in the middle of something so banal.Aaron’s finger’s stutter in Robert’s hair, eyes meeting. Robertoffers him a grateful smile, lets him off the hook.

Theyeat on the sofa, something quiet on the TV, heavy white bowls cradledagainst their chests.

“Isit good?” Robert asks.

Aaronnods, wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and feels theease in his own shoulders, considers the way he hasn’t wanted to beanywhere else since Robert kissed his brain quiet against the fridge. Thinks, this is what it could be like.

Hesays, “Really good,” and lets Robert think he means the food.

:::

Probably,there are other bedrooms they could use. Aaron doesn’t care. Theyspend long enough pressed together on the sofa, working each other’sjeans loose, chaffing Robert’s chin red and hot with Aaron’s beard,that he’s aching, room spinning. When Robert suggests they move theparty upstairs, he follows along blindly, gets kissed halfway up thestairs, snakes his fingers under the hem of Robert’s shirt up againstthe landing wall. He couldn’t give a fuck which bed they fall into.

There’sstill a smug little worm of satisfaction in his belly when Robertcarries him the last couple of steps, tips him sprawling into plushsheets that smell like Robert’s shirts and nothing else at all. Hecan see a jewellery box on the far nightstand, knows exactly where heis. It doesn’t stop his legs spreading, doesn’t stop him moaning whenRobert slips down the bed to lick across the head of his cock,doesn’t stop him doing it again, louder, when Robert pins his hipsand takes him apart.

Itdoesn’t stop him doing any of it. It never has.

:::

Robertlooks younger when he’s sleeping. Peaceful. Innocent in a way that’s laughable.

Aaronwakes early to look his fill anyway, like he always does when he gets the chance.

It’salmost a shame when Robert’s eyes flutter open. Until his facecreases into that sleepy, morning smile, greedy fingers pullingAaron in for kiss before they’ve even said hello.

They’venowhere to be today but with each other.

[aarondingle]

Oi are you sure you’re gonna be alright?                                                   Yeah I said I was.                                                                     Yeah except I can tell when you’re pretending.