#sorta weird

[heyimboredtalktome]

two minutes on pjo instagram and i found this

going back in. :/

👁️👄👁️

[lilliloves]

I just watched both seasons of Never Have I Ever and I really loved it but I can’t stop thinking about how Paxton is played by a THIRTY YEAR OLD

[putanginaanobaa]

Idk if most of them guy's perfume smells a bit the same but I kinda smell you in every places.

[vampirebiter]

the prettiest men have the most fucked up hands 😔

[cowsinlove]

im watching yet another christmas ep of glee in the summer <3

[soredesucar]

wow this guy in my geo made me cackle so hard today probs the best geo lesson i’ve had

[the-cloud-prince]

You know what I find interesting?

The fact that the people who follow you on your Social Media sites, maybe they didn't mean to find you, but they did. And now somewhere in the world there are 2 or 20 or however many people out there who follow you, and they know about you or just know what you like to post or whatever. And they've never even met you. This was just a random thought sorry if it doesn't make sense.

[not-your-dear-blog1]

Maxerica Pregnant Fanfic

(This takes place on one of Americas many sleepless nights during her pregnancy with the twins, before she knew they were twins)

It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep, already I’d gotten up 6 times to pee since I’d laid down to try and get some rest almost 4 hours ago.

I was only 9 weeks pregnant and already it seemed like this was the hardest thing I’d ever do, I don’t understand how my mom did it 5 times, let alone once.

I started to try and make it out of bed and I heard my tired husband shuffling around in the sheets on the other side of the bed. When he noticed I was trying to get up, he sat up and turned on the lamp which was sitting on a little table beside the bed.

“Are you using the bathroom again Ames?” He asked, and for some reason which I can only blame on baby hormones, this question made me feel so unbelievably angry.

“Yes, I’m using the bathroom again, because I’m pregnant, pregnant women pee a lot OK Maxon??!” I shouted much to loud considering it was midnight. His eyes were bloodshot and red, he was obviously exhausted, and he just seemed confused at the moment. Immediately I felt terrible for yelling at him, he’d spent all day in meetings, trying to get everything situated so he could spend more time with me during the pregnancy.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Maxon. That was awful, I’m an awful person, I’m going to be an awful mom.“ and then I started crying. I placed my head in hands and just started bawling. I felt Maxons arm around my shoulders as he pulled me in for a hug and for some reason it only made me want to cry harder.

“Shhhhh, it’ll be okay, don’t worry Ames, it’s okay” Maxon said trying to soothe me. Eventually I stopped sobbing and Maxon wiped my eyes of any leftover tears. I stayed in his arms for awhile longer before finally making it out of bed and into the bathroom.

I ended up puking into the toilet before making it out of the bathroom and when I finally finished up I went back into my bedroom to find Maxon sitting up with his hands in his hair.

“Ames,” he said standing. “Are you alright?” I tried to nod but the gesture just made me feel dizzy. Surely pregnancy was not this awful all the time. Mine must just be worse than usual, I could not imagine women subjecting themselves to this pain multiple times.

Maxon stood, rushing to my side as I stumbled over to the garbage can next to my bed and emptied my stomach once again. I felt awful, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew very well that in another 20 minutes I’d get up again, needing to use the restroom again and probably throw up again.

“Oh, baby I’m sorry, it’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Maxon said in an attempt to comfort me. He rubbed my back in soft circles, and the action just made me want to cry again. This had by far been the worst night yet, but I had a feeling it would not compare to labor.

“I’m only 19, that’s hardly a good time to have a baby, what if I mess it up? Oh I can’t do this Maxon, I can’t.” I said, my eyes welling with tears again. I still felt like a child myself, how in the world was I going to raise a baby? Sure I would have the palace staff help, and Maxon would pitch in as much as possible, but in the end it was my responsibility and that was a lot to handle at the moment.

I was finally able to stand after a bit and Max led me over to the bed, bringing the trash can with us just in case I wasn’t able to make it to the toilet before I threw up again.

“We’ll be great parents America, you’ll see, it will all be ok.” He said, pressing his lips against my temple. I nodded, trying to convince myself it would be fine. I knew I shouldn’t be so vocal about my parenting concerns around Maxon, it would only make him concerned, especially with how his father was, he was worried he’d turn out like him. I knew he wouldn’t, and I tried to remind him of that. I didn’t have much control over myself at the moment, and my worries flew out of my mouth without any consideration.

We cuddled for awhile in silence and I laid my head down on Maxons chest, and for the first time all night I didn’t feel as sick. I was beginning to doze off but Maxons soft voice made my eyes open again.

“You know I’ve been reading some parenting books, getting prepared, and I think we’ll get this mom and dad thing down fast,”

“When have you gotten time to read?” I asked, a smile on my face. It made me feel better knowing Maxon was avidly trying to help and prepare for this baby.

“Well I actually had Aspen read them and write extensive notes, but I’ll skim them later, don’t worry.” He said, which made me stop for a moment.

“Maxon, you told Aspen we were pregnant?” I asked, it was a surprise to me, I hadn’t told anyone I was pregnant yet, and only a handful of staff and a nurse knew, which were all sworn to secrecy for the time being.

“Well yeah” he replied, he was confused as to why this upset me. I thought we had talked about telling people already, but it was possible I may have forgotten to bring it up, I was so sleep deprived right now, earlier today I forgot how to spell my last name.

“Maxon I haven’t even gotten to tell my mom yet! Or May! Or Marlee, and you went and blabbed to loudmouth Leger, oh everyone in the palace probably already knows!” And just like that, in the blink of an eye I felt like crying again. This baby was really messing with my hormones.

“Loudmouth Leger,” Maxon said, surprising a giggle, I smacked his arm but I ended up smiling too, it was a bit of a funny nickname, but it was true. Every time someone told Aspen something he would tell another guard, and then it would spread like wildfire all through the palace as the maids caught wind and fueled the flame.

“But seriously Maxon, I need to tell my family before the media catches wind of this, can you imagine how hurtful it would be to find out your daughter was pregnant in a magazine? My mother would be crushed.” I said, speaking reasonably for the first time all night.

“Ok, you’re right, tomorrow I will clear my schedule and we can take a ride up to your folks place and tell them in person. Would that be ok?” He asked and I nodded. I had wanted to wait until 10 weeks so I could have my first ultrasound and bring the pictures to show everyone, but that had been wishful thinking because keeping a secret that long when your life was broadcast all over the country was very difficult.

“Get some sleep dearest, I’ll see you in the morning.” Maxon said, kissing my forehead and then reaching over and turning off the light. I mumbled a soft goodnight back before drifting off into my dreams.