Cardiff Ritual - all photos are mine. 

Really tough to take photos last night, absolutely packed and 3 very drunken middle aged guys trying to pick fights, body slam everyone and if you can believe it, tried to start a mosh pit during Monstrance Clock. 

Hope the girl who fainted during the Square Hammer intro is okay and kudos to the really tall guy who was catching Papa Dollars and giving them to the small folk, you’re awesome whoever you are!

myirrelephantlife  asked:

Hey, when opossums play dead it's actually an involuntary response similar to people fainting. If they're really out, they won't wake up if someone pokes them with a stick. If people aren't sure if it's really dead, they could contain mom and her babies and take all of them to a rehabilitator. The rehabber will be able to confirm actually dead vs playing (or a not actually dead opossum will wake up if they're in a warm, quiet place--make sure they're well contained!).

This is a really good point! I thought that even in that sort of a response you’d still have autonomic reactions (like twitching or blinking or moving slightly) in response to a stimulus. 

I would worry about recommending people pick up and move a potentially-not-dead possum because you wouldn’t want it waking back up in a contained space with people. So I guess if you’re not sure, call a rehabber and ask them or just leave it alone. 

99¢ dreams // sehun (click thru the link first ty)

you walk into a diner on a late-june afternoon. the sweltering heat subsides as the door swings shut behind you. the silent desert air is replaced by the din of forks on plates, cups on saucers, mindless chatter.

the lone empty seat catches your eye when you survey the room, but a young man occupies the bench across from it, lazily twirling a half-empty salt shaker. you find it odd that a diner next to a recondite highway shortcut should be so crowded at this in-between hour. at any hour.

something uncharacteristically impulsive overtakes you. perhaps it’s prompted by the dim glow of hung lights, subdued yet charged with an uncanny energy. perhaps it’s the heat of the desert trapped beneath your skin from those long hours of driving, and you’re dying for a sip of something cold. whatever it is, you find yourself striding over to the boy slouched against his seat.

“may i sit here?” you ask when you reach him. assertively, though not impolitely.

aside from the ceaseless, hypnotic motion of his pale fingers around the salt shaker, his posture remains the same. it’s as if he neither saw nor heard you.

up close, his features appear sharper, more resolute. the silver-blond of his hair is tinted a wily pink beneath the flickering neon lights, and a few strands fall over his eyes, stirring lightly with each exhale. the shadows seem to gather around his eyes beneath the sharp dip of his brow ridge, so much that he almost resembles a ghoul upon first glance. his lips are drawn into an uncompromising line, and there’s a certain edge of cruelty to his unblinking gaze, trained on the seat across from him.

you convince yourself that you’re imagining things.

“excuse me.” this time, you knock on the table. “may i sit here? everywhere else is taken.”

his eyes are the only things that move upon your words. they’re neither friendly nor annoyed when they meet yours. there’s no edge to his gaze at all as you’d earlier thought. it’s just lukewarm, insipid, and utterly uncomfortable to stare into.

after what seems an eternity, he finally replies. his voice is dull and neutral, just like his eyes.

“are you sure you want to sit here?”

you nod.

“then i supposed you must.”

disconcerted by his words, you settle down nonetheless, sliding into the seat. you wave a waitress over and she takes your order. never once does she look at the boy; her eyes pass over the occupied seat like he doesn’t exist.

an agitated silence fills the air once she leaves. you play with your fingers beneath the table, pretending to focus on the restaurant scene instead of the boy two feet away from you.

without warning, the salt shaker hits the table with a loud clang, and you jump. the neighboring tables must have heard it, too, but none of them show the slightest reaction.

when you snap your attention back to the boy, you find that he has leaned closer, elbows resting on the table edge now, a hand lazily propping up his chin.

“you’re lost, darling,” he mumbles through his fingers.

you bend toward him slightly, thinking you must have misheard. “i’m sorry?” 

“you won’t find what you want here.” there’s the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes. yet instead of enlivening his features, it makes him look even more inhuman than before. “you’ve wandered into the wrong nightmare.”

gamzeletovah  asked:

omfg gay island and timeslip both sound incredible (also hi big fan of ur fic, A+ omgcp blog)

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Aww thank you!

Here’s what I’ve had sitting in my “Cup Age Regression” doc since September, and never added to after the original brainstorm passed: 

The morning of August 4 Jack goes into the living room to say goodbye to the Cup.  The kitchen is a noisy jamboree of plates and forks and voices, and Eric periodically calling, “Pancake up!”  He slips away from it just for a couple of minutes, looking for a little bit of quiet.  So it’s back to the living room, the morning sun coming through the window sheers, the faint detritus of yesterday’s party–paper napkins on the table, wine glasses on the fireplace mantle, a pair of high-heeled shoes kicked behind a chair, the silver gleam of the Stanley Cup.  There’s a man from the Hall of Fame in the front entry hall, fussing with the cup’s travel case, waiting for Jack’s 24 hours to expire.

Jack sets his hands in his pockets and looks at it, his thumb seeking the still-new weight of the engagement ring on his hand.  He can’t help smiling.

I wish my old self could see me now, he thinks, and reaches out to pat the cup fondly.

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HEAR ME OUT: Abby’s Not Dying, She’s Pregnant


Consider this.


@brittanias and I have been hashing this out and here are some thoughts.  All the symptoms we have seen Abby show so far - sleeplessness, tremors, anxiety, hallucination - could actually be symptoms of something completely different.  Such as, for example, pregnancy. When Abby’s on the radio with Kane, what we see of her does not actually appear to present as a seizure; it presents much more like an anxiety attack.  She’s restless, pacing, her jaw is clenching, her hands are shaking, and then when she hears Marcus she calms down.  What we have NOT seen yet: weakness, collapsing, fainting, sweating, bleeding from the nose or mouth, foaming, rage/mania, or a scan of Abby’s brain.

THEORY: The reminder about Abby also getting fried with the EMP, just like Raven was, and the link of Abby’s symptoms with Raven’s symptoms are a narrative misdirect (perhaps its purpose is to give a reason why Abby’s contraception chip was fried and she didn’t know it); otherwise all the attention paid to the idea that this brain thing could present very differently in different people wouldn’t actually matter, unless it was so they could show us symptoms of something that was not a brain tumor and convince us to believe it was a brain tumor.  So we see Raven hallucinate and then have a seizure, we have Abby explain why, we have Jackson say “but the same thing happened to you, I should check you,” and then we have Abby being stubborn and insisting she’s fine and refusing to let him check her.  So it’s possible that the reason we see Abby’s first symptom - the hallucination (of her child, btw) in the same episode as Raven’s is to make sure we, the audience, are going “oh shit” and immediately assuming they are the exact same kind of hallucination.  Even though hallucinations are a very common symptom of extreme sleeplessness and sleeplessness is a common symptom of a whole huge range of things.

[Edited to add, per Brittany’s suggestion just now: we don’t even know that it was a hallucination. She was alone in the lab; she straight-up could have been dreaming.  (In that fancy bed.)  Just a regular ol’ extremely vivid dream - another common pregnancy symptom.]

Another, slightly more extra, possible indicator that pregnancy is a possibility: the editing of the sex scene.  We didn’t see leadup/cut to black/afterglow like the show usually does; we saw Kane finish.  It’s possible the writers and directors are just plain old Kabby trash like we are, but it’s also possible it’s plot-relevant in some way that we have concrete proof that Kane came inside her.

So this is my prediction.  I don’t think either of them are going to die.  I think for Raven, the narrative purpose of the “oh no you have a brain thing” is not the possibility of death, it’s the seizures.  It’s to put Raven in a situation where we know there is a danger she could completely lose control of her physical body, with all of humanity on the line.  They made a big point of Raven having to switch the rocket to manual, which now means only Raven can fly it.  They made a big point of how they needed all those barrels of hydrazine for the rocket and now they’re down one; what if they can coast on only the remaining fuel as long as the rocket is only carrying the weight of one passenger and they strip out all the unnecessary internal workings to make it lighter?  Then Raven is in space, alone, with all the Nightblood, with brain that could go into seizure at any moment when she’s over-stressed.  We also have Luna’s ability to soothe Raven with her words, and we have Murphy being in the room for every one of Raven’s failed flight simulator drills (playing with a toy car whose controls are very similar to the rocket). I don’t think it’s outside the bounds of possibility that they’re setting us up for Raven to have a seizure as the rocket is landing and even though it’s in manual, Murphy has to figure out how to land it himself while Raven’s incapacitated and Luna is trying over the headset to soothe her out of her seizure.

As far as Abby, I think the narrative purpose of “oh no you also have the brain thing” could very plausibly be to set us up in the only conceivable situation where Abby would have to consent to let Jackson give her a full medical scan. If there wasn’t a chance she was seriously sick, she’d never allow it.  There’d be no point.  But if she got pregnant in Polis, then she’s less than 2 months along, which means she might not be showing and most of her symptoms might easily look like something else, especially if she already thought there was a chance she did have something else.  So my guess is that she’s going to end up pushing herself and pushing herself until she has some kind of a meltdown or collapses from exhaustion or something happens where she finally has to face the thing she’s been trying not to have to face, her fear that she might also have what Raven has.  But she’d never say “sure go ahead give me a full physical” unless she had a very good reason and Jackson had reached a point of no longer being willing to be talked out of it.  Exhaustion, anxiety/tremors, and lack of sleep could all very easily be a combination of stress, overwork and pregnancy; hallucinations or lucid dreams sometimes are as well.  Especially given that the content of the dream was her child, in danger.

In terms of the narrative purpose to be served by Abby possibly being pregnant, there are a couple possibilities.  One important thing to remember, which I had forgotten until an anon just reminded me of it, is that all the Sky People are universal blood donors, while the Grounders are not.  It’s possible that the “disappointing setback” the episode description for 408 mentions with regard to the experiment on the Grounder redshirt is because maybe a Grounder can’t take another Grounder’s blood if they aren’t type-compatible.  So that means they can’t go to space to manufacture Nightblood synthetically, and they can’t use Luna’s bone marrow to save all the Grounders; they could save all the Sky People, and they could save Grounders compatible with Luna’s blood type, but that’s all.  But if they had, oh, let’s say, Nightblood embryonic stem cells from a baby of two Skaikru universal-donor parents, then by the magic of television science (I DON’T THINK ANY OF THIS IS REAL, I JUST MEAN BY THE RULES OF HOW THIS SHOW WORKS), that could crack the code for a vaccine that could save everyone, as Clarke always intended – not just the Sky People.  

Another factor is that a number of people have tossed around the idea of long-term cryosleep and the theories about a five-year time jump in the finale being connected; that is, maybe one of the “lifeboats” they come up with to save some portion of the group is related to putting people in long-term stasis.  @knowlesian has a fantastic theory I’ll be making her elucidate when she guest-hosts Meta Station next week about how it’s possible that Cadogan’s secret “thirteenth level” was not merely a fancier bunker, but pods for long-term space travel in cryosleep similar to the ones we learned about in that story about the asteroid miners for whom Becca invented Nightblood in the first place. It was to protect them from solar radiation while in cryosleep for long space journeys.  (One factor to consider here is the constant reiteration that Raven’s brain could heal itself if she just took it easy, which of course she never fuckin’ does; however, a five-year nap in cryostasis is probably enough time for her to wake up rested and ready for the writers not have to keep writing seizures into her storyline for Season 5.)  Again, using the magic of Television Science, something something handwave handwave the Nightblood in the placenta keeps the fetus safely in stasis while Abby goes under so they don’t have to deal with the fact that she’ll still only be 2 months along when the death wave comes.  This also makes room for the most crackpot of my crackpot Pregnant Abby theories, the idea that the season’s continued thematic parallels of Abby with Bellamy (up to and including very literal moments like Abby napping on the couch and dreaming of the 100 vs. Bellamy napping on the couch while Clarke drafts the list of the new 100) are actually clues as well.  There were 100 spots on the dropship but 101 passengers, because Bellamy stowed away.  If Cadogan left 100 cryosleep pods, there would be 101 passengers if Abby’s pregnant.

On a thematic level, of course, a baby symbolizes hope and possibility and the future; it’s a nice narrative device to tie the theme of hope which has always been primarily centered on Kane and Abby’s relationship over the course of the show and make it literal.  The first Skaikru baby being born to the Chancellors feels right, and it ramps up the emotional stakes for both of them to stratospheric levels because everything is more risky for a pregnant woman. It’s also a nice way to set up a long-term possibility for Season 5 where we get to see Skaikru emerging from the wreckage, trying to rebuild a home, and a radiation-immune Nightblood baby as a sign that the human race will continue is a nice sort of thematic illustration of that sense of possibility.  



h/t again to @brittanias and @knowlesian, as well as to @reblogginhood who occasionally feeds my tin hat conspiracy theories with things like “Vesta was a fertility goddess I’M JUST SAYING”

Study Hard.
My friend gave me this mug six years ago, and it has been filled with liters upon liters of caffeinated drinks.

I came down with something. Acetaminophen keeps the headache in check, but I’m seeing a faint, developing butterfly rash. I’m headed back to the dorm tomorrow morning, but I may have to skip class to visit my rheumatologist.

I really, really hate missing classes. The resolution to show up at every single lecture is a pretty big part of who I am, and I do not want to break this habit.

Dating Kai would include

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kim Jongin

- gosh this would be the cutest relationship
- walks in the park
- probably likes holding you by the waist
- he just needs everyone to know that you’re his
- most likely will see something in the store that reminds him of you and gets it
- but you do the same thing so when you see each other you’re both like aW
- teasing each other
- “lmao remember that time when you-”
- Chanyeol and Sehun are your new best friends
- tbh you and Jongin would be passed out on the couch together taking a nap
- and you hear faint giggling in the background but ignore it bc Jongin is so warm and cuddly and you’re so sleepy
- then you two wake up and Chanyeol and Sehun are looking you guys and laughing
- and Kai is laughing at you and you’re like ????
- and you look at his face and start laughing
- and then you realize why they were laughing and now they’re running from you
- Kyungsoo be watching out for his man
- just kidding he’s most likely just shy and making sure ur legit enough for his best friend
- but you don’t think he likes you
- and then one day you roast your boyfriend and you see D.O laugh a lil bit
- s u c c e s s
- grocery shopping at night bc two lil night owls
- buying snacks and munchies and a couple movies
- followed by passing out halfway through the first movie
- being his biggest fan and supporter for his dancing
- he’ll get so excited to show you a new routine he came up with
- one day he catches you trying to learn how to dance to Monster and you’re like in the zone right
- but you keep messing up and start getting frustrated and he’s laughing bc how are u so cute
- then he’ll come up next to you and try teaching you step by step
- “ok so move your foot like this- no jagi like t h i s, see?”
- “wtf how do u do that ???”
- “just turn it. Jagi- Y/N just twist it-”
- when you think you have it down he does the dance with you
- and you kinda gradually stop midway and just look at him bc
- no thank u it’s too much
- When you’re walking together at the park with his dogs and kids come up to pet them
- and he’s so incredibly sweet towards them
- he’ll kneel down and be like !!! go ahead !! pet him !! :)
- and he’ll answer all their questions and laugh with them and be so nice and your heart just m e l t s
- sometimes when you two are sitting on the couch he’ll play with your hair and start humming
- other times he’ll start singing softly and my god
- his voice
- please appreciate the river of gold that is his voice
- when you’re sad he’ll listen
- followed by doing the stupidest things to make you laugh
- “what did I do to deserve you”
- instead of responding he’ll just attack you with a hug to hide his blushing
- but you wanna see his SMILE
- “I could ask you the same thing”
- but also
- Kai vs. Jongin
- legit you’ll be teasing and making fun of each other and it’s all cute right
- “shhh jagiya just shushhh”
- “no make me >:l ”
- lip bite
- mischievous smile
- ur pinned down
- gets r e a l c l o s e
- “what was that?”
- R.I.P @ u
- just kidding he’ll start laughing and get off bc u looked so scared and cute and you’re hitting him with a pillow
- he’ll make it up later tho
- ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
- sometimes he’ll get sad and look for you because holding you is his safe place
- and you don’t even have to say anything, just as long as you’re there he’ll be okay
- A relationship with Kim Jongin would exert nothing but unending love and support
- you’re so so lucky

Don’t know if this was done yet but I decided to play around with the compilation audio in Audacity since it still intrigues me haha. 

Creating the split up version was a fun challenge because of the different audio layers running through each other and in the second half different sentences seem to run at the same time. For me, the second half still says: ‘Now I’m terrified’. But this is mixed through with something that sounds like ‘Not on time’, which is what some people also heard. Feel free to leave your thoughts on this. 

Also I noticed that at the beginning, before the laughter and after the loud (clang-ish?) sound a very faint “Fock off” can be heard. But that could just be my brain playing tricks on me.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Quick q, I'm going to the Chicago concert, do you have any suggestions or tips for both the concert itself and how to get merch (I'm hoping to get an army bomb every though they're expensive af 😭😭😭) Thanks so much!

// dasghslkdg omg sorry I didn’t reply to this yesterday lol but …  the fucking merch line. So the way Newark worked was that there was an outdoor merch line from 1pm -??? (or until they ran out) and there was also merch inside the venue. They have really limited quantities of hats, hoodies, earrings because those got sold out right away. They have A LOT of army bombs in stock (legit everything else sold out inside except army bombs lol….) I think I got to the merch line at 12:15 the first day and 11:30 the second and by the time I got to the front, the only thing I could buy was like … the mini print set and the sticker set bc everything else was like sold out. (THE FIRST DAY I GOT SUPER LUCKY AND MANAGED TO GET A HAT THO ;; IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED) People camped outside for merch so I’m just … yeah not about that life lol tbh I kinda gave up getting merch inside after I saw that everything was sold out outside because if you’re not like the first 10-20 people in line or so, you’re pretty much screwed lol

As for concert advice, just HAVE FUN & BE SAFE! STAY HYDRATED AND EAT BEFORE PLS, ESP IF YOU’RE PIT. Also relating to pit, it you’re in the pit, please be safe. I heard multiple account of people in Newark pushing and shoving and Namjoon even had to tell the crowd “Guys, please don’t push – safety first” several times before they gave their midway speech during the concert. I saw a lot of people get carried out by stretchers and apparently someone fainted in the pit thursday, another guy got like harassed out of the pit, so please have common courtesy to your fellow concert goers. I get that BTS is in front of you, but just remember to be civil and if there is a medical emergency TO PLEASE MAKE ROOM. Aside from that, ENJOY YOURSELF & EXPECT TO GET BIAS WRECKED BY EVERYONE LOL


Originally posted by btssavemylife

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Jungkook’s Pov

The first day of school…fun…

I walked through the doors into the building filled with teenagers. Different groups of friends were against the walls, huddled into their little groups as they spoke about the different adventures they had over the break.

I nodded and smiled to people here and there as I passed them through the hallway. “Hey, Jungkook!” “Hi Kookie!” “Hey, Jungkook, how was your break?” I gave short replies followed by slightly forced smiles. It’s not that I didn’t like these people, I just simply didn’t want to be here.

I plopped myself into the desk in the front left corner of my first period classroom. I may find school annoying, but I still need to do well. And making a good impression on the teacher is the first step.

I was a little early, so I sat at the desk looking around. Suddenly, I hear a faint chime in my left ear. I turned towards the direction the sound came from, and I saw a girl walking through the door. I’m not gonna lie, she was really pretty. But that wasn’t what I was focused on, I was focused on where that chime was coming from. I heard someone, most likely that girl, take a seat about 3 desks to my right. I heard the chime again, this time in my right ear. I whirled my head around turning it back and forth. I accidently locked eyes with the girl. I smiled politely before quickly looking away. The chime rang a third time. Eventually, I became fed up with trying to find where the sound was. I assumed it was coming from outside and brushed it off. Well, I tried. It kept ringing all throughout class. It drove me a little crazy, but I tried not to think too much about it as I passed it off as construction going on outside.

Class ended, and we all began to crowd around the door and squeeze our way out. I ended up squished behind that girl, and I heard that damn chime again. I had no idea where it was coming from, but it was me driving insane. It’s actually a really nice sound, but when it’s constantly playing in your ear it’s not so pleasant anymore.

I went about my day, moving from one class to another, until I made my way back home. I plopped on my bed, and let out a long sigh. 

This is going to be a long year.

I arrived at the entrance of my school once again for the dreaded second day of school. I was a little late, so I moved a little faster to get to my first class on time. I walked in and made it into my seat. I sigh. Good, I’m not late.

That girl from yesterday quickly walked past me and sat in her seat as well. Guessing she was also la-


Oh god, not again.

That chime, I only ever heard it in this class. I didn’t hear it in any of my other classes. Could it be from something inside the classroom? My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher beginning roll call. She calls out random names, as I spaced out a bit. I heard my name get called, and I respond. “Here.” I start to hear that girl squirm in her desk, but I didn’t think much of it. “(Y/FN)?” The teacher called out. “Here.”


Okay, that’s it.

I waited until the teacher was done with roll call to bolt my hand in the air. I’m going to find out where that stupid chime is coming from if it’s the last thing I do.

“Yes, Jungkook?” Says the teacher. “Ma’am, do you know where that chime is coming from? I heard it all day yesterday in this class, and I’m starting to hear it again today, But, I only heard it in this class. Is there something in this room that’s making that noise?” She looks at me confused. “Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jungkook. I never heard a chime at all. Not today or yesterday.” I looked around and the class was looking at me strange, which made me feel embarrassed. What? How is that possible. Oh my god is this a sign of me going deaf?! I begin to panic a little, until I hear someone say, “Wait, Ma’am, that doesn’t make sense. I’ve been hearing it to.” I look over. It was…that girl? The teacher turns her attention to the class, “Have any of you heard any chimes?” They all collectively shake their heads, except that one girl. We looked at each other wide eyed. “Well, I don’t know what it is, Jungkook and (Y/N), no one else heard it…” I heard what she said, but I kept my gaze on that girl, who’s turned away by now, still really confused.



~Two months later~

Today’s the day. Today is the day I ask (Y/N) to be my girlfriend. We’ve become really close. We talk on the phone every day before we go to sleep, we hang out everyday at lunch, and we’re always with each other throughout the school day. Some would say we’re already together. We both know about our feelings towards each other. But, today is when we can finally make it official.

I start walking down the street to school. I have flowers in my left hand and a note with a bag of (Y/N)’s favorite candy in the other. I start to feel really jittery. I can’t wait to see her reaction. I can’t wait to hug her and hold her hand. I can’t wait to finally be able to call her mine.

She’s my soulmate. We’re both entirely sure that’s what the chimes mean. The only reason we’ve waited so long is because she wanted to take things a little slower. I didn’t mind. Once I got more comfortable with (Y/N), I realized how much I loved her, and that I’d wait as long as I needed to for her. I also realized how well our personalities meshed. We had so many of the same interests, but also some differences that we love learning more and more about. We laugh at all the same jokes, love the same TV shows… I can go on forever.

We were made for eachother.

My heart soared just thinking about her. I couldn’t wait to see her. The school was about another 10 minutes or so away. I’ll be able to see the school once I turn he-

Ow! Holy shit, ow!

There was a sudden high pitch ringing in my ear. It was so loud, the pain from it was so intense. It felt like my ears were going to bleed. I hissed at the pain. I don’t know what it was, but there couldn’t have been a worse time for this to happen.

I’m not going to let this ruin me asking (Y/N) out. I’m sure it will be gone by the time I reach the school.

But, it wasn’t. If anything, it was getting worse the closer I got. In the very far distance, I was able to make out a large crowd of people in the road in front of the school. Though the ringing in my ear was so loud, I was somehow able to hear…sirens?

My gut wrenched.


I ran. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. I sprinted my way to the crowd. As I neared the sea of people, mainly teenagers, the pain from the ringing intensified. I clutched my ear, still running. I started to feel a warm liquid on my hand. I looked, and it was blood.

Doesn’t matter…get over to that crowd!

I sprinted even faster, and began making my way through everyone. I pushed and shoved, not being able to hear what they were saying, let alone caring. I was starting to make my way to the center of the crowd. I see an ambulance, totaled cars, blood…

I swallowed, bracing myself for what I was about to see. I was breathing heaving. Whether it was from the running or the sheer panic I was feeling, I couldn’t tell. Please, don’t let me see what I think I’m about to see…

I made my way to the scene, looking around. It was a car crash. There was a man being arrested to my right on the side of the curb. I looked around, I saw (Y/N)’s mother being carried on a gurney into an ambulance truck. I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t want to look, but I had to.

On my left, there was a group of paramedics surrounding something on the floor. They all stood, to reveal it wasn’t something, it was someone.

In that moment, my whole world came crashing down around me. I dropped my things. My backpack, her candy, her note, her flowers. I fell to ground, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what I was seeing no matter how hard I tried.

I saw her…

…as they covered her body, confirming my worst nightmare.

And the ringing stopped.

Thank you so much reading!  ♡

-Kat ღ

Seriously tho I directly go to the Lynel to Vah’Ruta, but if we’re realistic, Link would’ve need a break after that and following what I did myself, I imagine Link coming back by the parasail and acting like he’s all good but obviously he faint. Later he wake up surrounded by some guard and female zora who took care of him while he was unconscious under Sidon’s orders, while Sidon announced that Link fought the Lynel all by himself to get the lighting arrows.

anonymous asked:

How about zombie!AU scenario with the GoM and Momoi? I don't mind angst, but no deaths please, lol *^*

It’s the AU I’ve been waiting for and I’m not allowed to write deaths?! Man!

Kuroko: Adapting well to a life constantly on the run, he often used his natural low presence to sneak passed any enemies, undead or otherwise. It was a rare occasion where he actually had to fight, but he’d gotten better by practicing with the dead-for-good bodies he often found lying around. It wasn’t so hard to shove a knife through a skull anymore.

“There,” he huffed, yanking the blade from the spinal chord of a crawler. It wasn’t good that this had been his first real kill and he was already panting.

Kise: There were bubbles coming up from underneath the water’s surface, but he was sure they weren’t the bubbling breaths of another person. If he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of garbled moans being choked by water filling non-functioning lungs. It didn’t reassure him in the slightest that he couldn’t see just how deep the water was.

“Now what,” he sighed quietly, forced to drift on open water in his raft as the only oar he had slipped down toward the zombies.

Aomine: It wasn’t the smartest idea to punch a zombie, but he hadn’t realized it had been one of the undead to sneak up on him and not another living human. Pulling his fist away from biting teeth faster than he could think, he bolted in the opposite direction. He’d leave the zombies for the strangers to deal with, saving his own ass by running away.

“Damn it,” he cursed, watching as the zombies covered the area the supply drop had been dropped into.

Midorima: The flesh around his wound was burning, the bite probably already festering with the disease that had killed so many of his friends and family. He was holding onto it, as if the pressure alone could stop the infection from spreading. There was one thing he could try; one thing he’d seen people attempt but never truly accomplish.

“It’s worth a shot,” he groaned, pulling out the axe he kept around. Steadying his hand as best as he could, he aimed for the spot right above the bite.

Murasakibara: Baseball bat in hand, he walked through the ransacked halls of a grocery store he’d stumbled upon by chance. Deep in his gut, he knew there would be nothing but scraps left by any other raiders who had been through this area. Still, he couldn’t stop the little ounce of hope in the back of his mind that told him to keep searching.

“So hungry,” he grumbled quietly, stepping over a dead-for-good zombie that had been wasting away in the isles of his new temporary home.

Akashi: Insanity must have been setting in by now. It was the only explanation Akashi could offer as he dug through the remains of one of the fallen, smearing blood and guts onto his clothes and skin. This was a last resort; one final attempt at escaping the undead masses that were shuffling around his base. He needed to leave and it needed to be now.

“Slow and quiet,” he whispered to himself before stepping outside. His approach was met with a chorus on ominous groans.

Momoi: Her hands are sweating, the cold metal of the gun she’s holding causing the temperature of her skin to drop uncomfortably low. She can feel her body shaking, fear gripping her tightly in its jaws as the sounds above her increase with intensity. It had been a stupid idea to hide in a basement while a hoard roamed outside.

“Only one left,” she whispered, snapping the cylinder of her gun shut. She knew who her last bullet would be for.


moodboard  → fleur delacour

“A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow.” 

Psalms‬ ‭84:1-4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“How lovely is Your tabernacle,
O LORD of hosts!
My soul longs, yes, even faints
For the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Even the sparrow has found a home,
And the swallow a nest for herself,
Where she may lay her young—
Even Your altars, O LORD of hosts,
My King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
They will still be praising You.

Pic from #VRSLY app…

anonymous asked:

How would svt react if their s/o (almost) fainted on stage from overworking?

Seventeen Reaction to Their S/O (almost) Fainting on Stage 

Dear, please read the guidelines ;A;; I don’t do reactions!! Nevertheless, because you’re one of my very first requesters, I’ll let it slide, just this once. Please don’t request a reaction; the ask box isn’t open for that yet!!

S.Coups, Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi, and Wonwoo would worry half to death after they received the news from your loving fans about you nearly collapsing on stage. They’ll know that sometimes, you skip meals and lie about your health just so you could make your next performance perfect for the camera and for the naked eye to see. None of them could ever stop you, because, you were young, and you were too darn stubborn for your own good. 

“Y/N, did you eat yet?” 

“Oppa… yes, I did.” 

“… You sound fatigued Y/N… what did you eat?” 

“That’s not important jagiya… I need to practice the choreography a few more times; I’ll see you tomorrow alright?? I need to stay behind at the studio again… this comeback is really significant; don’t be concerned about me!! I’ll be fine.”  

All five of them would scold and fuss over you once you two met again. “Being an idol is hard work Y/N, but your health comes first. No more late nights, understand?”

Vernon, The8, Mingyu, Jun, Dino and DK would jump out of their seat once they hear the undeniable truth on live broadcast. You were fairly popular in Korea, so reporters couldn’t help but talk about this entire fiasco; not that the four boys didn’t know already. They watch every single one of your performances, cooing to themselves and to the other members how absolutely amazing you were up stage… but for this last one, which was the comeback you prepared for for five months; it didn’t show all of your abilities. Your voice was strained, your movements not as sharp, and then they realize, after your eyes roll back and your head bent down and swept the floor, that you’re exhausted. You’re mentally, physically, and emotionally deprived of all available energy. You’re staggering around the stage, blinking furiously under the blinding lights the crew provided, and you’re struggling to remember the lines and dance moves to your song. They’re heartbroken; they want nothing more than to jump into the tv screen and reassure you that it’ll be alright. “Y/N… I’m here for you.”

Hoshi and Seungkwan would freak out after the news were delivered. “Oh my god, please don’t let this happen to her, please… please she worked so hard for this!” They’ll break down in the middle of practice, and Seventeen members would crowd around them, asking what’s wrong, why he was on the floor, sobbing his eyes out. They knew this comeback was extremely important, who didn’t? Even your fans warned you to not overwork yourself; you’ve had always performed some kind of witchery up there; you’ve had always mesmerized every living soul that heard your voice. Babbling, they would tell the members everything, and they’ll all be anxious about your recovery in the hospital, even if they never met this S/O. Seventeen’s heard all about you; Hoshi and Seungkwan frequently told them stories, and their eyes would lit up like fireworks once your name was mentioned. They’ll be busy phoning your company to check on your health status, and they’ll beat themselves over not looking after you enough, and not being there for you when you needed their support the most. “Y/N, rely on me more, please. I may not be the best boyfriend, but I’m trying. I love you so much; you mean the world to me.”  

While certainly not for the faint of heart, a Witch’s love will take you places most never dreamed of. A Witch’s love will heal your deepest wounds + transmute all your weaknesses into powers. She will see right through your soul & love you deeper than you even realized you could be loved. She will show you your own depth. A Witch’s love will transform you into the most amazing version of yourself + make you bloom in ways you didn’t know you could. She will open your eyes to the truths of your soul & life. She will elevate you from the inside out. If you can handle it, that is. 💏💕⚝🌛🌝 🌜