#this is utter shit

[arhvste]

fingers dancing along the shelves, your other hand gripped atsumu’s tightly as you gently swayed your arms back and fourth. “we won’t be long.” you hummed as your boyfriend nodded. time management was never an issue when it came to you, anytime with you spent was more than worthwhile to him.

“what did ya even need to get?” he asked as he glanced down at the black acrylic basket securely clutched in his free hand. “just, stuff.” you replied scanning the brief list of needed groceries on your phone.

atsumu gazed around the brightly lit store as various colours flooded his vision. feeling a weak tug on his arm, he followed suit as you guided him over to an array of freshly picked vegetables stacked in crates riddled with splinters from the wood.

picking up various vegetables and assessing them, you duh through your choice in hopes to find the best of everything as atsumu scanned his own eyes over your choices. “here.” he nodded over to a create of fresh tomatos.

you thanked him as you selected the ones you deemed worthy and placed them in the basket before turning your attention to the rest of your list. atsumu’s attention was grasped by a small girl and her assumed father out from the corner of his eye. the little girl grinning wide eyed at the two of you as her father was scanning his own list.

turning to face her a little, atsumu smiled at her before turning his attention back to you. upon seeing you and atsumu smiling and laughing together the little girl tugged on her fathers arm as they walked past the two of you.

atsumu’s attention is hardly shared when it came to you, but his ears coukdnt help but perk up at the sound of the young girls voice ringing through the soft hums of background chatter.

“when i’m big, i want to get married and go shopping with my husband too!” the girl smiled brightly as her and her father walked past the two of you, her eyes focused on yourself and atsumu much to your unknowingness.

husband.

a word that had played on atsumu’s mind for quite some time now. the word teasing him, provoking him and making its presence best known to him more often than he’d liked to admit.

looking at your soft expression, it was then he decided that if he was going to be your husband and officially shop as a married couple, it would be damn soon.

a little while longer and the two of you paid and headed back to your apartment, a slight spring in the setters step and an unfamiliar, but bright twinkle in his eye. he only intended to assist you in your weekly shop, but he’d come back with a date for a hopeful engagement planned out instead.

[whatissleepeven]

Atsushi: Dazai-san, have you ever just...felt dead inside?

Dazai:

Dazai, pointing to his face with a blank expression: Bitch

Dazai, pointing to his bandages: Bitch

Dazai, just throwing his arms into the air in frustration: B I T C H -

Atsushi: *Confused noises*

[tl-trashwrites]

I'm on the edge of something

reckless and desperate.

Clawing

open my chest and

giving you my tattered heart

like a dog

presenting it's owner with roadkill.

Its been one of those days my love

where I feel desperate for your

skin. Skin that I've never felt

beneath my fingers. I'd lay

my head on your chest

love and breath you in deep, reveling

in the sound of your

heartbeat.

I'd build us a blanket fort,

hidden

from the world even if just for the

night. Where nothing and no one

could touch us. We'd be untouchable,

undetectable, our love like an invisibility cloak,

protecting us from the ugliness of this world.

[queenkeeleyhawes]

There is one thing that's eternal That cannot be torn apart There is one thing that remains forever true Past the thinking, past the breathing Past the beating of my heart It will all fade away but you

[mchellesvanity]

“Things are about to get even worse for Sally’s youngest, as ex-girlfriend Paula is set to drop a huge bombshell – she refuses to take Sally’s case to appeal” - no I’m sorry. This is stupid Paula would never

[matchingvnecks]

Andrew Rannells – 2017

[sonofasaint]

A little something I wrote for my uni project. It’s based in an AU where Korkie is the son of Satine and Obi Wan (or as I call it canon cause I will go down with the Rey Kenobi theory). It’s a letter written by Satine telling the truth about Korkie.

SATINE’S LETTER My Dearest Ben,

If this letter happens to find you, my circumstances have drastically changed. Or fate has intervened. In any case I know you will be strong. Which makes the content of this letter even harder to write.

You’ve met with my nephew Korkie, a remarkable young man. He’s my son, he’s our son. The only people that know are myself, my brother and his wife. Now you. My brother took in the child raised him as his own, for that I am eternally grateful.  

I understand your anger, please understand this from my point of view. I had only gotten control of Mandalore, I needed to prove my strength to the people. To discover that I was not only with child but a Jedi being the father would have only destroyed the peace.

No matter how much I wanted to tell you, it would have been selfish. I know you would have dropped everything to be with me and Korkie. You loved me just as much as you loved being a Jedi. I couldn’t take that away from you.

As the years went on, the harder it became to tell you. By the time we saw each other again, you were a Master and held a seat on the council. I wasn’t going to destroy your reputation, your dreams.

I know you Ben, I know the guilt will eat away at you. Please don’t do this to yourself. It was my choice to keep this hidden from you. Be kind to yourself and know that you gave me the greatest gift of all, our son.  

Whatever happens I love you. I always will.

Satine.

[gretvcatchlove-blog]

porcelain | fabian, greta, and alecto

who: @the-fabianprewett and @itsalectxcarrxw

where: hogsmeade

when: january 4th, slightly past noon

Greta wasn’t in Duelling Club, she didn’t ache for adventure, really she wanted no more than  looking into the eyes into someone that loved her back; she would much rather be huddled up in the Hufflepuff Common Room with her friends than outside in the cold fighting for her life. And yet -- yet---

“Fabian, what’s -- what’s --” Greta stuttered in confusion, botching a Protego and having to duck from a Stunning Spell, just barely. “Are you both alright?” 

She screamed as another skull-faced man shot a Stinging Hex their way, and she felt her hand begin to shake, feeling small welts begin to collect over it. Dropping her wand, Greta picked it up with her other hand, shaking. “Why are you doing this?” She cried at one of their attackers, again not succeeding in casting a Protego Totalus spell. All around them, it was utter chaos -- students and parents ran, pursued by these mysterious white-robed figures -- their insignia was vaguely familiar, Greta thought -- and some of them fell, twitching.

At least Alecto was here; Greta had never seen her in battle, and she was truly a sight to behold. Stunning, terrifying, a sable Eris with teeth and all. “Alecto-- do you know what’s --” Greta attempted to ask, still utterly lost. In a snapping movement, she Stupefied an oncoming man -- or was it woman, she oughtn’t assume should she -- and clapped her hands together in excitement. “I did it!” Greta’s wall of optimism was beginning to grow cracks, however; and there were no obvious places for them to escape without exposing themselves totally. “What do we do?” She asked, her happiness shifting to sheer fear.

@the-fabianprewett