We're the only one who can change this but no one else

Kpop groups and their fandoms
  • <p> <b>Super Junior:</b> most ELFs have grown up with these legends, staying by their side through every obstacle and being their strength during the hardest times. While ELFs really miss having comebacks as a whole group, they know that it's enough just watching them succeed in solo projects and supporting the members who are doing/about to finish their military service.<p/><b>BigBang:</b> we truly do get treated like VIPs when it comes to these 5 weirdos who changed the kpop game ever since debuting. There's not a single concert or special video where they don't show their appreciations for VIPs, whether new or old. We love them when they're doing solos, and we love them even more when they're together.<p/><b>SHINee:</b> Shawols treat shinee like kings, just as they should be treated. We practically worship the ground they walk on, and all of us are guilty of baby-ing the maknae, don't lie. They've been through some difficult times, but shawols are always there for shinee to lean on, and they're always thankful for all the support and it always shows when they're together.<p/><b>Infinite:</b> Inspirit and Infinite go hand in hand, always. Woohyun is always assuring inspirits that no one else could steal his heart, and no matter how cringy he is, it's true. They're always giving us new things to fangirl and roll our eyes about, whether they've had a comeback or not.<p/><b>EXO:</b> "Exo-L, we are one." I've never seen a group that spoils their fans more than they do, not to mention always exposing each mf comeback to us. We have a self-proclaimed dad in the fandom and everything, constantly showing his love to exo-l's. True fans have been with them and supporting them since whenever, and will stick by their side till whenever.<p/><b>BTOB:</b> Melodies will always be one of the sweetest fandoms, esp when having to put up with how underrated our boys are. Stanning the craziest and most extra group in kpop isn't easy, but melodies got that down, and it doesn't seem right if at least 2 members aren't screaming in every interview.<p/><b>VIXX:</b> they're always reminding Starlights that they'd be nowhere without them, and that we inspire them everyday as well. Seeing them acting charitable and friendly only rubs off on us, and it's safe to say that we're probably the chillest and most accepting fandom. Starlights act like VIXX's bodyguards bc we'd never make them uncomfortable, and they're always thankful for that.<p/><b>B.A.P:</b> Babyz have been with them through thick and thin, and it's so heartwarming seeing the support after the group has been through so much bs. They treat babyz with so much love and respect, esp when they have so many fans around the world. We're constantly spoiled with social media updates, and it's so nice seeing the six of them working together again.<p/><b>Topp Dogg:</b> if it were any other group, fans wouldn't keep streaming and supporting topp dogg as much as topp klass does. We struggle with these boys everyday bc of the lack of exposure and attention that they deserve to get, but they never fail to remind us of their love no matter what- bc they know they'll always have topp klass.<p/><b>Got7:</b> iGot7, or Ahgase's, are probably the funniest fandom to ever exist. It's like we're besties with Got7, and there's always someone roasting the other, whether it's us or them. We're blessed to have them be so active on social media, and we're their personal hype men. A lot of us don't support them blindly, though, and we're always the first to call them out on their mistakes.<p/><b>Monsta X:</b> kings of fan service, never ever disappointing Monbebes. They make us feel so special when it's like we're in a relationship with them, but they're aware of how cheesy they are when they flirt with monbebes. Might be the meme-iest group alive, but we're also the meme-iest fandom ever so win-win.<p/><b>iKon:</b> yet another kpop group that's terribly underrated, but iKonics make up for all of that with all the love they show to these kids. They're always out to expose each other and we love them for it. They outdo themselves after each comeback, and they care so much about pleasing iKonics.<p/><b>Day6:</b> only My Day can appreciate how special and unique these boys are, and we always remind them of it. We go crazy over all their teasers and trying to figure out how all their music videos are connected, and tbh they love watching us suffer. Each member is so relatable that we can't help but bias all of them, and they're highly aware of that fact.<p/></p>
Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!

anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…

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He was just… 

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… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 

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(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.

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(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…

(src)

The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 

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(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.

(src)

But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.

(src)

It’s about them, and their love for each other.

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And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of june. I recommend that you read these great fics in july, if you haven’t already!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Your Mess Is Mine (176k)**

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

2. If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You) (66k)*

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

3. Do Not Go Gentle (70k)*

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

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The 100 ways to say 'I love you' femslash edition
  • 1. "I always know when you're lying"
  • 2. "You, kids; I can see it"
  • 3. "You just wake up like that, naturally flawless"
  • 4. "It's fun seeing you like this"
  • 5. "I got a bottle of schnapps and half a rhubarb pie; let's see which one makes us sick first"
  • 6. "I just want to make crazy science with you"
  • 7. "It’s a big cliff, you just have to leap"
  • 8. "I think we're gonna be really fast friends"
  • 9. "We have nothing in common... couldn’t be more different"
  • 10. "You don't deserve any of this, so just put it on me and I'll take it"
  • 11. "You might be nuts but what can I say - you're my kind of crazy"
  • 12. "Sorry I'm late. It's nice to see you"
  • 13. "Maybe I'm going to get my heart broken into a million little pieces, but those are just maybes, and you can't live your life according to maybes"
  • 14. "You said it yourself; this is about us"
  • 15. "So what are we gonna do, gorgeous?"
  • 16. "We're kind of friends, huh?"
  • 17. "Maybe we should just marry each other"
  • 18. "I double dare you; kiss me now"
  • 19. "I'm staying here because I wanna stay here"
  • 20. "Before we get started, I just want you to know, if you're a screamer, feel free"
  • 21. "I want us to be friends; would you like that?"
  • 22. "How will I survive without my best friend?"
  • 23. "I’m not afraid of you"
  • 24. "You don't have to hide from anyone anymore"
  • 25. "What the hell, you want some?"
  • 26. "I'd pick you first"
  • 27. "Would you be surprised to learn you’ve been on my mind?"
  • 28. "It is nice to have you. Here. Have you here."
  • 29. "You should come with me"
  • 30. "It was the only way I could think of to save you"
  • 31. "Don't be afraid"
  • 32. "Who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you, I have been changed for good"
  • 33. "Don't forget me"
  • 34. "The geek speak is working, Doctor"
  • 35. "You need my help"
  • 36. "You are physically flawless"
  • 37. "There's someone in particular that's really worried about you"
  • 38. "I heart you"
  • 39. "I’m not going anywhere"
  • 40. "Sophomore year, I used to sit in this back row and secretly watch you. I counted the number of times you’d smile at me, and I’d die on days that you didn’t"
  • 41. "Any guy would be insanely lucky to go out with you"
  • 42. "I'm under your spell"
  • 43. "I’m not gonna stop trying; even if you still wanna kill me"
  • 44. "When I'm with you I feel like I'm a better person"
  • 45. "May we meet again"
  • 46. "A lot of pressure up there"
  • 47. "Thank you for inviting me"
  • 48. "I promised you once I'd help you get your happy ending"
  • 49. "I'm so glad that I met you"
  • 50. "I just want you to be safe"
  • 51. "You're a celestial body"
  • 52. "Prettiest girl I’ve ever met, but you’re a lot more than that"
  • 53. "You are deceptively complex; I do not understand you"
  • 54. "I’ve been waiting out here all night"
  • 55. "How do you say goodbye to the one person who knows you better than anyone else?"
  • 56. "What do you like to do?"
  • 57. "You certainly know how to make a first impression"
  • 58. "I know you're in there; I can see the light's on"
  • 59. "Were we really friends?"
  • 60. "My gift to you is good memories"
  • 61. "No; I'm not leaving without you"
  • 62. "It’s good to see you again"
  • 63. "Where you go, I'm at your side"
  • 64. "Fuck this guy; so many people are gonna love you"
  • 65. "I never meant to let you down"
  • 66. "In 1698 it might as well have been sex"
  • 67. "I’ll kiss your dumb lips"
  • 68. "You’re so special to me"
  • 69. "I know that was you"
  • 70. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see someone in pain"
  • 71. "I’m going with you"
  • 72. "You're not like anyone I've ever met, in any of my many lifetimes"
  • 73. "I choose you; I will always choose you"
  • 74. "The past doesn’t matter anymore, you’re with me now"
  • 75. "I'll say it when you come back"
  • 76. "You can tell me anything"
  • 77. "I just want you to know you're safe with me"
  • 78. "You made it"
  • 79. "I always made you think your feelings for me were totally one-sided, that wasn’t true; those kisses weren’t just for practice"
  • 80. "You deserve the best of everything"
  • 81. "You’re going to hate me forever and that would just break my heart"
  • 82. "You taking something for the pain?"
  • 83. "Always"
  • 84. "I really want you to come... with me"
  • 85. "Well, if you need anything, I'm around"
  • 86. "You do whatever it takes to protect your family"
  • 87. "I release you"
  • 88. "You're still cute"
  • 89. "I need a favor"
  • 90. "I'm not leaving, friends don't do that to one another"
  • 91. "I have a cure for a headache that doesn't involve coffee"
  • 92. "Hey, look, I hugged you there! Did you see how I hugged you?"
  • 93. "Don't make me climb over this stall; I'll do it but I'll be really pissed"
  • 94. "You're my person"
  • 95. "You should have a muffin; they're really good and they help you"
  • 96. "Dance with me"
  • 97. "You deserve it more than anyone; go, let yourself be loved"
  • 98. "You minx"
  • 99. "You've change me and I am not easy to change"
  • And...
  • 100. "I love you"

anonymous asked:

i saw your wonderful meta and i thought, another thing that really stuck with me is the difference between the sheith vs kallura hug in s2. with kallura, you see them hug up close, the viewers are invited into the scene because it's not an intimate one. but with sheith, you see both of them hug, you don't get to hear anything (if they were even saying anything), and the viewers are placed very far away, as if we're not meant to invade into that intimate moment that's reserved just for the 2.

hi!  ha i actually also like kallura and think their hug was cute too, but ya theyre both presented in really different ways. i think the main thing is how comfortable keith looks with shiro, so this is a level of intimacy he’s used to. he tells that one arusion he doesnt hug strangers, but i guess he must hug shiro time to time, since he just goes in for the handshake but isnt at all surprised when shiro pulls him in. 

also, interesting note about it feeling like this intrusion on a private moment: allura’s watching them 

so ya, in terms of how theyre in their own little world and someone else is looking in, i think its definitely framed that way, since its something we see from allura’s point of view. we also get the hug right on the heels of this scene 

so The Hug is also kinda this moment where you have someone else staring and going Why though?? why are they so close??? because shiro keeps trusting all these galra and she just?? cant understand it?? when she turns away from the bom she looks Tired and Annoyed. but after keith catches her staring during the hug, she looks more…hurt? guilty? something? like she’s maybe thinking she shouldn’t be so quick to judge, because keith and shiro both look so perfectly content and at ease in that moment, and its kinda hard to think Evil Galra when you see them being so vulnerable with somebody. (granted i think she had every right to be wary and im proud she was able to build that bridge back up by herself, but i digress). anyway, i think there is that extra level of it feeling like this personal moment  because its this scene that kinda “humanizes” him for allura a little–his affection for shiro humanizes him. and it’s one of the early steps in learning to confront her black and white worldview. ironically, the sheith hug reveals just as much about allura as it does shiro and keith. 

sidenote: i think its interesting that in both these scenes, shiro is turned away from her the whole time. which seems kinda indicative of how distant from shiro she feels because its like hes “siding” with the galra over her. keith is the only one who looks back. and when he does, allura immediately breaks eye contact. 

as for the kallura hug, it seems pretty one sided to me. that is, allura initiates it, and he doesnt respond as readily. she kinda grabs him and you can tell he’s shocked that she’s ready to forgive him so easily. He doesnt pull away or anything though, and tries to reassure her and everything. when he promises to come back you can tell he really cares that she was concerned for him. but, that being said, he definitely doesnt look as comfortable. hes more startled and just freezes. he doesnt hug her back right away. its not something to be expected, like with shiro. 

obviously, this also has a lot to due with the drastic change in her behavior, which leaves him pretty confused. but even when hunk hugs him that one time at the beginning, he looks shocked. hes a touch averse person usually, so its nice to see that he at least had shiro to open up to. and now, little by little, hes slowly letting his guard down around others too.

also, something i kinda wondered when i first watched season 2: since she was the one watching keith and shiro hug before, did it occur to her that oh!! maybe this is a thing! maybe keith likes hugs. should i be giving him a hug?? because she saw shiro do it to reassure him so she tried to comfort him the way shiro would? caus if so thats really cute 

anyway im thankful for both the sheith and kallura hugs! like honestly keith can probably use all the hugs he can get at this point ha 

A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.

anonymous asked:

I just had to run this by you because I know you'll make sense of it and help me feel better..... I just read a post talking about how this is the season we're likely to see Lance mature and fall in love and like... Nyma is coming back.... what if it's her.... or what if it's her coming back that makes Lance realize his feelings for Keith?? idk dad I'm freaking out

are these people forgetting that nyma literally manipulated lance? nyma and rolo manipulated the whole team like… ah yes, a perfect love interest! she used lance. she. had. ulterior. motives. i doubt she was actually, genuinely interested in him in the first place. obviously, she’s not Evil or something but her being lance’s love interest? nope. how the heck would that work as a slow burn romance with little things that will pay off later, anyway? it wouldn’t, plain and simple. lance is not just going to take one big step backward and 100% trust nyma after she did that, let alone fall in love with her. are these people just forgetting like… everything???

lance matured a lot in many ways, especially in regards to keith and their relationship… setting aside the rivalry, which was made such a big deal from the start. what else happened in s3? lance and keith got much, much closer and had the most development next to lance and allura. keith opened up to lance, something he never does. he opened up to lance of all people. lance, who used to set him off and rile him up, is now who he turns to in times of need and weakness. on top of that, the scene in which he does this is gorgeous, visually. it is… it’s romantic, that’s the only way to really put it. the colors red and blue come together to make purple, just like the “we are a good team” scene, in which the lighting is purple aka their colors combined. also, (for the 2843875th time) the bi flag colors and the gay flag colors were used in that episode, as well as s1ep6. lance supported keith and backed him up, he was there for him pretty much all of s3. lance went to keith with his worries, when he easily could have gone to shiro—his hero. keith tried to comfort lance and lance appreciated it, even if it wasn’t perfect because he knows keith is not Mr Comfort/he’s not good at people. i know he knows this because lance is the one who helps explain things to keith when he doesn’t get it, he’s also just good with people. this only opened the path for keith to be able to comfort and reassure lance better in the future, once lance properly opens up about his insecurities. keith may even start to pick up on it now that he got a little glimpse into who lance is. with shiro gone, lance was keith’s rock and that will not disappear. their development will only continue. many people have said this but, if they were simply going for a friendship arc between these two, they rushed it. they became friends way too fast if that was all they’re doing with these two.

the main keith and lance interactions we really get before s3 ended, were soft ones. the bedroom scene (which continues with keith trying to stay behind at the castle so lance can continue to pilot red) and “i got you, buddy!” like hey remember the shot of keith we got at the end of the bedroom scene? that was fucking special, dude. this comparison has been made already, but:

the first one is from s3ep2. that was—for the most part—how lance usually viewed keith, but then…. after keith tries his best to offer some comfort to lance, we get the shot from ep6 and it’s noticeably very different. while the first shot is from lance’s POV, the second one is through his eyes. it’s set up so we make eye contact with keith and everything… and keith looks beautiful. he’s in the center of the shot, he’s the sole focus of lance’s vision at that moment. he looks open, welcoming, and friendly, in complete contrast to the first shot of him… because that is what they were trying to portray with this shot. it insinuates a change in lance’s view of keith and a change in their relationship. they went through the effort of animating keith hanging up his jacket at the start of this scene when it would have been easier to just have him sitting on his bed or something…. but without his jacket, keith appears more vulnerable and open. the fewer clothes you have on, the more vulnerable you are and keith almost always has his jacket on… so, it’s definitely significant that they showed him hang it up before lance enters the room. this shot fits perfectly with lance maturing and finding love. their overall development fits perfectly with that. i know this was not what ur ask was about but idk, it’s just… the people out there thinking nyma will be lance’s love interest are fools. 

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Childhood friends / 5080 words

Catch up

May 2017

Part One

“I miss you.” He groaned down the phone, clearly half asleep.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled a little further into my bed. “Time you flying back?”

“Mm… dunno. Whenever they wake me up. My heads gone, Lulu. Barely know where I am.”

“You’re in New York.” I told him through a giggle.

Even though he was due back in London the next day, our work schedules weren’t allowing us to spend time together, even still. We’d had over a month without seeing each other, just texts and phone-calls whenever he had the time.
It was what I’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t easy.

“Okay. Then London. London after that, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Gunna try my best to sneak off and come see you, okay? I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.”

I knew he only had a day or so in London before he flew back out to the states, so although he said he was going to try, I didn’t even allow myself to get excited over the thought of seeing him. I knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter how much we both wanted it to.

“Okay.” I tried not to sound too disheartened. “Nearly album time.”

“Don’t.” He sighed.

The closer it got to his album being released, the more nervous he became. It was just two short days away, and he pretty much refused to talk about it. The reaction he’d had to the single was more than we’d ever expected it to be, review after review pouring in praising the song to the high heavens, but if anything, it had just made him worse.
He was feeling the pressure like a literal weight on his body.

“It’s gunna be great, Harry. Don’t worry about it. Besides, the most important thing is that you love it, and you’re proud of it. This is music is for you. No one else.”

“Sent you a copy.” He yawned, eager to stay awake for as long as he could since we hadn’t spoken over the phone for days.

“You did?”

“Mm. The vinyl. You should get it tomorrow so… a day earlier than most.”

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I mean… it’s possible you play a bit of a role in the album so… you deserve it.”

Shock silenced me for a short while, bolting upright in bed, thinking he was just joking with me and he was about to burst out laughing. I should have known he’d was too tired to make any kind of joke, he could barely speak! But Harry was good at cracking a joke at the most inconvenient of times, I just figured this was another one.

“Harry, this is the point where you tell me you’re joking!”

“But I’m not.”

“Harry, I’m fucking warning you!”

“Lulu, your voice is loud. Shush. My ears, they’re delicate. M’tired.”

“Harry, I’m pretty sure it’s the afternoon where you are.”

“Been up since four though.”

“YOU’VE STILL NOT TOLD ME YOU’RE JOKING!”

“Track one.” He replied, unable to lift his tone to match mine. “It’s yours.”

“Meet Me in the Hallway?”

“Awh. You know the track-list! I fucking love you!”

I could picture it perfectly, the dopey smile on his face as sleep crept closer and closer. It somehow made me soften, becoming less agitated.
But not entirely.

“Harry, you must be bullshitting me.” I exhaled. “You wrote the album after we’d met once, for the first time in six years!”

“But it wasn’t just any old person, was it? It was you!”

“But-”

“I told you you’d always been on my mind.”

“Well, what are the lyrics?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Haz-”

“It’s about… if you had ever turned around, and asked me to be there, I would have been. If you had ever… said you wanted me, I would have been yours. Six years ago. Three years ago. Now. Never changed.”

I pretty much collapsed after that, falling back down onto my bed and slapping my free hand against my forehead, wondering how it was possible that Harry had felt so intensely for me all those years.
But what I had to understand was that we were in completely different positions. For me, Harry gone off, practically forgotten about his old life and his old friends, and was elevated to this level of fame where I felt like I had to completely disassociate myself from him. He became like some kind of myth, rather than someone I’d once been close to.
But for Harry, he’d been thrust into this completely different life so quickly, that I became a representation of something he used to have, someone he used to like. I became this almost shimmering memory to him, something he found himself longing for. I guess maybe he felt like something that could have been was snatched from him before he knew what was happening. Whilst I was trying to forget him, he was missing me.
Of course we’d view things differently. That’s what happens with two people who live completely separate lives. The world can look completely different to two different people. Memories can be completely different for two people.
I lay there for a while, trying to find the right words to say.
There were only three that made sense.

“I love you.”

I didn’t get a reply, which at first made me furrow my brows, confused as to why I wasn’t getting an answer from him.
I figured it out pretty quickly.

“Haz? You asleep?” I heard him breathing, but nothing else. “Goodnight, Haz.”

Part Two

“What the hell has been going on with you?” Katherine asked, the rest of the girls all leaning forward in eager anticipation to hear my answer. “Feels like we’ve barely seen you.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I lied, terribly. “I’ve just been… busy.”

“With what?”

“I’ve been going home more than usual.” I thought on my feet. “Y’know what my mums like. She gets well lonely and like… I just wanted to go and keep her company.”

“Maybe you should get her a dog or something.”

“She’s got three cats! That’ll have to do.”

I knew they wouldn’t quiz me for too long, because they knew full well that I was a bit of a closed book. I barely ever opened up to them anyway, so it wasn’t like they could see any difference in how I was acting.
I was thankful for that, really. I loved and trusted my friends endlessly, but I still didn’t want to tell them what was going on between myself and Harry. It was still early days really, no matter how intense it was, no matter how deep our feelings. It wasn’t something that could just be innocent gossip, there were bound to be repercussions of people knowing. It felt best to just keep things quiet for as long as we physically could. We were already facing enough challenges without other people breathing down our necks.
But there were certain downsides to people not knowing, and I was about to encounter one of them.

“Guys, I have some news.” Ella sighed.

It was me, Kat, Ella and Gabby. Or, the ‘core four’ as we liked to call ourselves. I’d gone to uni with Gabby and Kat, and we’d picked up Ella at some point along the way after bumping into her numerous times on various nights down the pub. They were my girls.
The three of us sat forward, eager for her to continue, but a little worried thanks to the tone in her voice.
When I saw she had tears in her eyes, my worry turned to dread, my stomach fell to the floor.

“Tom broke up with me.” She trembled.

“Fuck. Off.” I gawped. “Fuck off. You’re kidding me?”

“He did it yesterday.”

“You’re having me on? There’s no fucking way!”

She shrugged, the tears finally spilling and Kat pulled her under her wing immediately, Ella hiding her face and sobbing uncontrollably.
The three of us looked at each other wide eyed, trying to grasp at what she’d just told us because it literally didn’t commute. Her and Tom had been together for years. We’d all been squealing about how we were expecting him to propose any day for months. I had always said, for as long as I could remember, that my aim in life was to find a boy who looked at me the way Tom looked at Ella.
I was utterly convinced they were perfect for each other.
It was kind of earth shattering for us, in that moment. We’d never known her without Tom. We never thought we would. And if that’s how we were feeling, I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to lift her head back up and face our sad little faces again, and I was just waiting for Gabby to crack a joke, because that was exactly what she was good at and it was exactly the right thing to put a smile on Ella’s face, no matter how inappropriate the joke.

“Well, I’m fuming because I had money on you being the first one of us to get married. For god sake. What a let-down.”

Me and Kat laughed awkwardly, whereas Ella laughed appreciatively, wiping away her final few tears and trying to compose herself.

“Did he say why?” I questioned.

“I think this is the worst part.” She sighed.

“If he cheated on you, I will literally murder him.” Kat scowled, and I wasn’t entirely convinced she was joking.

“No. He just… fell out of love with me.” I thought I could hear her heart breaking as she said that. “No real reason behind it. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. He just… stopped loving me. He seemed just as gutted about it as I am but… it just happens, doesn’t it?”

All I could think in that moment was that I was absolutely baffled that anyone, in any situation, could manage to make a relationship work.
I think the only reason I wasn’t completely cynical and against the entire idea of relationship was because my parents had been so happy together before my father passed away. They loved each other so much.
But I couldn’t help but start thinking about how hard relationships were, even in really normal situations. It takes work to be with someone, and Ella was sat there in front of me telling us all that there was actually no good reason behind their break up, no argument, no cheating. Their relationship hadn’t spiralled out of control or ended bitterly… it just faded, disappeared in front of their eyes even though it was the last thing they wanted. That’s the kind of thing you can’t fight. You can’t work through something like that.
I felt sick. I felt so, so sick.

“That’s fucking horrible.” Kat shivered.

“I could tell that it killed him, telling me. It was horrifying. I wish… he’d done something to me. I wish he’d cheated or… just done something so I could be angry at him, but he hasn’t. He just doesn’t love me anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, El.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. “What we can do to cheer you up?”

“Can we just get very drunk and talk to lots of men?”

“You sure about that?” I cringed. “Most men are awful. It’s only going to make you feel worse.”

“I probably need reminding that men are awful, to be honest.”

“Okay, well, good news,” Gabby grinned. “Those lads at the bar look like absolute wankers, and there’s four of them, which gives us one each. Now we’re all single and lonely. Lulu, wave them over.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll go get them.” Kat squealed, jumping up to her feet.

The girls would often try to pair me off with men we met on nights out, and they failed miserably every single time. I was thankful for that, because it meant that it wouldn’t be irregular for me not to show any of them attention, but I still didn’t want to go through with it. I usually humoured the girls a little by flirting, at least, even when I knew nothing would come of it, but I knew I wasn’t even going to do that. I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t feel right.
I was praying they wouldn’t pick up on it.
I watched awkwardly as Kat chatted to them briefly, pointing our way, and they definitely looked intrigued by us.

“Fuck sake.” I mumbled.

“They don’t look that bad.” Gabby lied to herself. “The blonde one is kinda cute.”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Why do you never go off with any of the boys we pick for you? You’ve never had a one night stand, Lulu, and you really should.”

“Because you all have terrible choice in men, basically. And I don’t want one, thanks!”

For a moment, I craved a regular relationship, one where I could openly tell my friends what was happening without having to worry. I wished I could just tell them that I wasn’t interested because I was actually in love with someone.
But it was Harry who I was in love with, and Harry brought drama and attention, two things I really didn’t want to put up with. I got enough bother just by knowing him.
I wished for some normality, just for a moment.

“I might.” Ella sulked, and it was clear that she was trying to convince herself that Tom was awful when we all bloody knew he wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before Kat was walking back over with the boys trailing quietly behind her, giving each other looks as if they thought they were really in there with us.
I shuffled around to make room, for them, scraping my stool across the floor to get as close to Ella and as far away from the boys as physically possible.

“Guys, this is Tom, Thomas and Tim.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself, as quietly as I could.

“All very similar names.” Gabby spoke loudly, not shying away like I was. “I don’t believe you. Are you fake naming us?”

They began chatting casual back and forth, adamant that they weren’t fake naming us and adamant that we got a bottle of wine for the table.
Ella leaned in closer to me, speaking quietly so only I could take in what she was saying.

“You have to teach me how to flirt,” She whispered. “Because I have no idea.”

“You think I do?” I squealed as quietly as I could. “Do you know me at all? I’m uselesss. I have you even seen the colour my cheeks go when I’m even near to an attractive person?”

“Oh my god I’m going to die alone. Oh my god.” She panicked. “Please die alone with me.”

I nodded, and took her hand in mine beneath the table, slotting our fingers together and squeezing her hand tightly, hoping the action with help her to hold back tears, and it seemed to.
In my desperate crave for a little bit of normality, I took my eyes to look at Ella, thinking of how much I trusted the girl and how that if I was going to tell anyone, it would have to be her. All I could think about was that it would be nice to speak with someone about my boyfriend, someone other than my bloody mother who I knew wasn’t 100% on the idea of it anyway. I wanted to have even just one person who knew about my relationship, just so I could talk about things and have someone there who could understand the position I was in.
Besides, it felt like the drama of my announcement might be something that could distract her from her current misery.

“You wanna go for lunch tomorrow?” I offered. “We need a catch up.”

“Yeah, sure.” She smiled. “Let’s get through tonight first.”

I let out a big sigh and nodded, the two of us dreading the evening ahead but not quite willing to admit it.
So we endured it. We endured the shit chat-up lines and we endured the mindless conversations, and we both endured our whirring minds that kept returning to boys who weren’t by our sides, and weren’t going to be by our sides any time soon.

Part Three

The room was spinning when I landed on my bed and stared up to my ceiling, hiccupping loudly and feeling a little bit sick.
It didn’t take me long to reach the conclusion that it was a wonderful idea to give Harry a call, because of course he’d want to speak to me at three o’clock in the morning when his sleeping pattern was already in tatters and I wouldn’t even remember it the next day. Ideal time to call.
But all I knew was I wanted to hear his voice.
The glow of my phone somehow made me even dizzier as I scrolled through my calls until I found his name, tapping and then putting him on speaker before placing my phone on my chest, closing my eyes, and listening to the dial tone.
It didn’t last long.

“Mm’ello?” Harry groaned, and it was obvious I’d just woke him up.

“HI I LOVE YOU!”

I managed to get a laugh out of him instantly, when really, I’d just been expecting him to groan and ask me why the hell I was calling him at such a ridiculous hour.
It was immediately noticeable that he wasn’t mad at me, and I was immediately relieved.

“I love you too.” He eventually giggled back. “What bloody time is it?”

“It’s late. I’m sorry. I got a bit drunk.”

“Yeah? You okay? Not throwing up or anything?”

“Uhh, not yet but… I might. I feel a bit sick. Got a kebab.”

“Was it nice? You had a nice night?”

“Nooooooo. No.” I turned on my side, my phone slipping and hitting the bed as I hiccupped again. “The girls were trying to force lads on me.”

“Hope you told them to fuck off and that you had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but none of my friends even know I have a boyfriend.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend.”

He didn’t say anything. The only noise I could hear was a slight shuffling, like maybe he was repositioning himself, forcing himself to wake up a bit and go through this conversation without the risk of falling back to sleep at any moment, even though I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t just start snoring whilst he was still chatting.

“Right. Shit. I didn’t really think about that.” He cleared his throat.

“So I went along with it a little bit but kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Y’know, you can tell anyone you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t… talk about things with your mates. That’s not fair.”

“I’m gunna tell Ella. Don’t want everyone to know anyway. I’m gunna tell Ella. T’Ella.”

“Okay.” He tittered. “But, I just want you to know that… This is all on your terms, alright? You can tell anyone you want and talk about us as much as you want. If you need this to be… normal, then treat it like it is. If there are repercussions to that, it’s fine! We’ll deal with it. I don’t want you to think you have to hold back on how you feel. I think… Shit. Never mind.”

“Oh you can’t do that!” I complained. “Tell me what you were gunna say!”

He went quiet again, and the pounding in my head changed from the sign of a fun night into something completely different. I picked my phone up and turned it off speaker, trying to cover another hiccup as I sat upright and pressed my phone against my ear, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” He sighed. “I just… I think you went long enough choosing to ignore your own emotions. I don’t now want you to have to do that through force or fear. This is yours! They’re your feelings and it’s your situation and… you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Okay?”

I think I kind of sobered up a little, just hearing him say that. It may have seemed small, and insignificant, but it really meant so much. Harry was a private person, he didn’t care to share too many aspects of his life no matter how many people were interested to know. He kept quiet. It was an important part of how he dealt with his life.
He was willing to put all that aside and throw caution to the wind in order to help me feel like we could work together normally, and so I wouldn’t feel as though I had to purposefully hide emotions that I’d been subconsciously hiding for years. There was this obvious tone in his voice that made it clear that he really didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like it was a big deal for him, something he’d given a lot of thought to and then reached this conclusion. It was simple. It was the obvious answer. It was a given.

“I love you.” I told him. “I’m still not gunna tell everyone but… Thank you. I’m glad that I can talk about it. That’s nice. You’re nice.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” I heard him settling again. “It’s killing me. I’m not used to missing anyone this much.”

“I love you and you love me and everything is good.” I spoke absentmindedly as I slumped back down on my bed.

“I know I know, but I miss you. I miss that… thing we have.”

“What thing?”

“When… we’re together, fucking sparks fly, Lulu.” He sighed. “I mean… I kinda thought it would fade away but, it never has. It’s like… one of my favourite feelings in the world. Just being around you and… seeing and feeling those sparks. I dunno. I’ve just… I’ve never had anything like that before. I miss you so much and I just want you here with me, but… I miss those sparks too. I miss the feeling.”

“You get well deep when you’re tired.” I smirked. “I’m too drunk for this.”

“Fuck off, you!” He blurt out a heavy laugh. “You’re such a dick. Fuck off. Go to sleep.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I’m never sharing my feelings with you again, Little Lulu Lamb.”

I wished that he could lull me to sleep with a soft song. I wished I had that every night, his soothing voice quietly singing songs to me as I drifted into another realm. I wondered briefly if we’d ever be lucky enough to be in that position, where we weren’t in either his bed, or my bed, but we’d be in our bed. He could be there night after night, and I wouldn’t have to miss him so much.

“I didn’t get chance to speak to you yesterday,” I hiccupped for good measure. “But I love the song.”

“You listened?”

“Obviously. It’s amazing. My favourite from the whole album.”

“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”

“I don’t care. It’s blatantly the best one. But they’re all good. Well proud of you.”

“Thank you, Gorgeous. Now c’mon. Get some sleep.”

To say Harry loved praise so much, he actually couldn’t accept it that well. He’d just get all shy and struggle to think of the best way to respond. He’d just brush past it, place thanks on other people, ignore it, but he’d have this wonderful little smile on his face that proved the words had gone in.
I wished I could see it then.

“Goodnight, Haz.”

“Goodnight, Lamb. I promise I’ll see you soon, alright?”

But I couldn’t even reply. My head was too heavy on the pillow, my mind slipping from one state to another, and I fell asleep there and then, happy that his voice was the last thing to bless my ringing ears.

Part Four

I’d never woken up to so many texts in my damn life.
I knew it wasn’t a good sign.
I had texts from Harry, my mum, all my friends, even my boss had decided to this was something worth texting me about even though we’d never exchanged a word via that medium before. I should have predicted it wasn’t good news, but my head was already pounding from the numerous pints I’d knocked back the night before. I kind of figured I’d just done something exceptionally humiliating and they were all just taking the piss out of me for it.
That would have been a nicer thing to wake up to.
The text that really caught my attention, and stood out amongst the others, was the one from Gabby.

Gabby:
Why the fuck didn
’t you tell us you’re shagging Harry Styles? That’s very important information!

“You have to be kidding me? What the fuck?”

I then ignored everyone else and went straight to my messages from Harry, hoping it was there that I’d find some kind of explanation as to why it suddenly seemed like every single person I knew was well aware of something we’d tried to keep hidden.
His text was simple.

Haz:
Don
’t read the articles. Make all your social media private. Ignore everything. Just let it pass.

“No no no no no.” I finally sat upright, a curdling in my stomach.

Despite knowing better, the first thing I did was google Harry’s name and look at the most recent media articles, even though it was utterly predictable what had happened and viewing what they were saying word for word wouldn’t do me any good. But I genuinely couldn’t help myself.
The headline that greeted me made me roll my eyes so fast I thought they’d never come back down.
The article that followed made me want to hurl, especially since the picture of my face played such a big role.

Fuck the Daily Mail.”

Harry Styles finally ties himself down with childhood sweetheart.
Of all the supermodels our favourite former boyband member has sitting in his contacts waiting for that call back he promised them, it seems that heartthrob Harry has settled on your average girl next door, sparking hope amongst fans everywhere that they might one day be lucky enough to be a notch on his bedpost after all.
Twenty Two year old, Tallulah Lambert-


“That’s wrong. That’s all wrong. That’s not even my fucking name oh my god!”

-and Harry are rumoured to have made their relationship official after meeting again whilst the two of them were filming Dunkirk, Harry’s acting debut.

“Apparently I’m in Dunkirk. Brilliant. Nice journalism, fuckwits.”

“It was a slow start, but Harry’s really into her.” Said a source close to the two of them. “They grew up together so there are a lot of feelings there from when they were kids. He thinks she might be the one.”
It’s rumoured that Harry even turned down his on-and-off again girlfriend, Kendall Jenner, who wanted to give their relationship one last try, in the hopes of really making things work with Tallulah, who recently quit her job to spend more time on the road with her boyfriend as he pursues his solo career.
“She’s aware that if she’s not around all the time, he could lose interest pretty quickly, so she’s made sure she will always be there. Harry likes it, though. He likes being forced to commit or he just won’t.”


“Where the fuck did they even find that?” I gestured wildly at a picture of me and Harry from school, uniforms on and arms around each other, before scoffing loudly. “Quit my bloody job. Idiot. You should quit your job since you’re bloody useless at it.”

There were so many pictures of us. There were even some that I was convinced I’d never seen before from when we were younger. Then, of course, they brought up the pap pics that had been taken when I was out in fucking LA, and I swear I’d never regretted going somewhere so much before. The whole thing had been an absolute shambles, and it was still cropping back up to bite me.

The two love birds are yet to make an official statement and haven’t been seen together since February, but sources say that the two of them are still going strong after almost a year of dating.
But these things always end in heartbreak, and we hope Tallulah can stand the heat because the ovens about to get really hot.


“This is a joke.” I mumbled to myself, kind of laughing. “This is an absolute joke.”

I ignored all my unopened messages and went to call Harry instead, because he was literally the only person I cared about hearing from. I didn’t give a fuck what my friends had to say or my mum or my bloody boss and numerous other work colleagues who were once again being intrusive about my personal life, all I cared about was talking to Harry.
He answered relatively quickly.

“Hi, Little Lulu Lamb.” He replied, and he sounded so miserable I wanted to cry.

I hated the thought of him being sad. Of course it was frustrating, but all I could think was that it was done. It was done and we’d have to deal with it and there was no point beating ourselves up or feeling badly about it. We’d just have to deal with it. We didn’t have any other options.
I didn’t want to feel sad. It wouldn’t get us anywhere. And I really did not want Harry to be sad, because I knew it would be on my behalf more than on his own.
So I decided the only way forward, was to prove that I was unfazed by the bullshit the media had conjured up with little to no information.

“So, who the fuck is this Tallulah?” I smirked.

Hearing him burst out laughing was one of the nicest noises I’d ever heard, and I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that we’d be okay, despite everyone knowing and despite the fact that we would have distance between us for the foreseeable future, I had the strange moment of calm.
Like maybe we could really make things work.
Like maybe our feelings really did put all those other trivial things to shame.

How The Moon Signs Should Chill Tf Down
  • Aries: Chill with the raged passion - sometimes people have different perspectives, and whilst you're not wrong, becoming heated and aggressive isn't going to make you any more right
  • Taurus: Chill with the stubbornness - it's nice to let go of silly things because they just waste energy, no one is gonna judge you for being wrong, so don't waste energy trying to make something right if I can't be! 1 and 1 can't be 5!
  • Gemini: Chill with the chilling - I know you're just trying to get through things the best you can, but sometimes things get worse when you don't care enough, so go the extra mile to show your friend you're sorry instead of 'letting it all brush over'.
  • Cancer: Chill with the reasoning/bargaining - some things just happen, some people just leave, and sometimes people are to blame. But that doesn't mean you can make who is to blame (even if it's you) feel bad, and it also doesn't mean it can change. Let go and move onto happiness.
  • Leo: Chill with the pride - pride is great and we should all have pride because we're all awesome, but occasionally pride (in the sense of knowing you are right on perhaps a subject or matter) can get in the way of friendships or other things.
  • Virgo: Chill with the blaming - whether it's on you or someone else, some things don't need blame. Things just happen and we must find a way to cope, not put someone at fault. It'd be better for you and whoever involved to move on rather than look back and point fingers.
  • Libra: Chill with the worrying - I know it upsets you when people think wrong of you or think you did them wrong, but I promise this situation means nothing and is probably a big fuss over nothing. You don't have to feel guilty.
  • Scorpio: Chill with the meddling - you can get easily caught up in others lives and emotions, and whilst you make a great rock, it's not on you to support them constantly, especially if you may be doing more damaged. Withdraw and look after yourself.
  • Sagittarius: Chill with the achieving - this has to be the most productive and intelligent (not just academically) moon I know. You do so well and what you aim for and I want you to know you're allowed a break! Go relax, tiger!
  • Capricorn: Chill with the calculating - risks are there to be taken and I know sometimes that scares you, but I also know living your life in the caution zone won't make you happy. Try a risk you want to take and cling to it like you mean it!
  • Aquarius: Chill with the helping - I'm sure I'm not the only one to notice that actually Aquarius is one of the most friend-oriented and helpful moons, and whilst they can take time to themselves, they outta do it more! Take a chill day!
  • Pisces: Chill with the excusing - you have a habit to excuse others actions whether against you or not. You are allowed to feel wronged and not like someone if it's justified, so let your inner lion roar!
  • Dean: This is ridiculous! You can't drop everything and just centre your life around some kid because your absentee Dad screwed off and you feel responsible for him
  • Castiel: He needs me, and he can change everything, he gives me hope. For the future
  • Dean: And he's wanted by hell! Marked for Lucifer! You think you can just go ahead and live for this? Put everything else on the back burner for this? And do it all alone?!
  • Castiel: Dean I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I have to
  • Sam: *To Jack* The lack of self awareness is amazing
  • Castiel: We have to be each others home now. We're the only ones who can understand each other
  • Dean: ONLY ONES? I'm standing here aren't I? Haven't I tried? Haven't I bled for the both of you?!
  • Castiel: I didn't say that you hadn't-
  • Jack: *To Sam* So...I'm you
  • Sam: *To Jack* Basically, yeah
  • Jack: And they're like our single Dads?
  • Sam: *Sigh* Yes, and honestly how the tables have tabled
  • Jack: You're not cool, Sam
  • Sam: Burn in hell, Jack
Seventeen as oddly specific family members:

S.coups: The dad that gets really upset and emotional (like with tears and everything) when the family doesn’t cooperate and only complain during a family vacation. The dad who cooks and maintains the garden. (Was the only one that cried when the oldest daughter left for college that’s near the house )

“I’m not mad, just disappointed” *takes off his goddamn shoe*


Jeonghan: The mom that would call your name from downstairs, you’d call back, and she wouldn’t answer, so you have to go down and ask all frustrated like: “WHAT.” But she was actually calling your other sibling.

“I drink to forget, but I always remember”


Joshua: The ‘hip’ uncle that always has money to pass around,obviously having a midlife crisis, and loves to embarrass his wife while awkwardly serenading her during karaoke. preferably with a early 2000s hit like ‘Toxic’ by Brittany Spears. Bonus points if it has rap (that no. He does not know)

*crawling on table dramatically reaching for his spouse* “your toxic tongue slipping under”


Jun: That one little cousin who’s awkward as hell at first, but as you get to know them you learn that they’re a wild child that also favors you

“Wanna play imaginary power rangers with us?” (that game’s lit BTW)


Hoshi: Uncle that yells during sports games or any time tbh and is a lot of the times the life of the party. The only one who is still traveling around the world not completely settled down like everyone else with their damn 60 children

*drunk*  “jokes on you guys, I get to see the world! You guys just have a home! children! Someone to love…a place to always go back to…. HAHAHAha” *intense crying*


Wonwoo: Older Brother who was once a childish weirdo, that then went through a teenage emo phase, BUT is now slowly forming into a new him that is more mature, nicer, and a GROWN UP weirdo…

*attempts a really stupid prank that failed* -me: obviously not amused- “Look at your face I GOT YOU HAHAHA, bitch you just got PRANKED” (<- this happened when he was  in elementary AND college -_-)


Woozi: That old ass dog that just strolls around the party as everyone pets him. Doesn’t mind it until he chooses to mind. He’s super cute and people make a sad pouty “awww” whenever they look at him (lol cause he’s old af, days are numbered bud) but deep down in his dog mind he’s prob. thinking:

“Oh Patricia; still not married huh? oh well… I’m not judging…” *judges*


Dk: Loud ass mother fukn cousin who is on crack 25/8; but then you dont see each other for a couple years and it’s weird, but then you warm up again and YUP. He’s still loud as hell (and you love it)

“BET I can eat this whole tub of ice cream!” -me: I’m not betting you th- *stuffs face* “I can’t believe you’re making me do this :D”


Mingyu: The successful, surprisingly young uncle in the food business who walks around wearing nice things, and looks like he could buy the world, but he and the whole family knows that he’s actual trash and breaks everything; still apologizes to the animals he cooks (it’s what makes him quirky)

*Walks into the party-host’s newly designed home* *Picks up vase* “ Wow where’d you ge- *drops it* *  NO ONE is surprised* “I-I can pay for that…”


The8: The somewhat violent cousin who is in between the “toddler and kid” phase and still looks small, but can form full savage sentences. His mom just put him in karate and he just loves using your lifeless body to showcase his ‘skills’ (but you love him anyway b/c he can play rough without crying like a lil bitch)

* doesn’t cry if you punch him, but cries if you tickle him for too long*


Seungkwan: The aunt who always tries to get your antisocial ass involved in the partay she’s always like “tell the kids how to play the game, sing for us (I’ll give you $5~), or eat EaT EAT.”, Gossips with your mother who was her childhood friend

“Ohhh you’ve changed so much! (from 3 days ago…) So sexy!!”


Vernon:The family friend’s child you grew up with (in which both your moms practically arranged a wedding for already*-_-), but they had a glo up (hot). They look different, have a new taste in music, and SEEM more mature, but act the exact same (stupid and childish. they act stupid and childish.), but you still dont know how to act around them because you’re a naturally awkward bean and they’re ppreeettyyy

*is literally 18* “ so are you gonna play power rangers with us (*cough* with actual 6-10 year olds)  or not?”


Dino: That one chill ass baby that like never cries for some reason. everyone loves him because he doesn’t cry and just seems kinda confused most of the time. Only reacts to certain songs being played. He’d crawl to the dog and feed him some good shit from the table.

*all the aunts pinching his cheeks till they turn red* Chan: *not crying but left with a confused/dIsGuSteD facial expression*

starlightafterastorm  asked:

Bughead 91. “Can I hold your hand?” please :)

Thanks to my lovely, amazing betas, @village-skeptic, @mercuryfish & @bewarethesmirk. For @starlightafterastorm​ <333333 Read it on AO3.

The Wrinkles of the Road

They leave the party late, after two, because Betty was having fun and the people weren’t completely terrible even though it was the vinyl has better aural texture crowd. The night sky has a faint reddish cast from the falling snow.

A perfect shimmering layer of white accumulates on the sidewalks, covering the rough patches of ice.

“Can I hold your hand?” Betty asks as they turn onto Bowery. Her eyes are a little glassy but her words aren’t slurred.

“You are holding my hand,” Jughead points out, pressing his gloved fingers into her palm. He can’t lace their fingers together because of her strange-yet-practical combination mitten-gloves.

“Your other hand. Both your hands,” Betty clarifies.

Based on ribbing from her roommates and a few “freshman experience” jokes from Veronica, he’s gathered that she has gotten drunk enough to make herself sick once or twice at on-campus parties she didn’t ask him to come to, but he’s never seen her with more than this bright edge of a buzz.

Waiting at the corner of Mott and Spring, Betty steps up close, facing him, and grabs his other hand, too. She slides their joined hands into the big front pockets of her puffy blue coat.

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Playing Pretend

Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.

“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.

“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”

“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.

“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.

“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”

“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.

“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.

“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.

“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.

“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.

“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.

“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.

“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”

“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.

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anonymous asked:

Hmm... Okay, so for UF/US bros, they we're taking a walk with their s/o when suddenly, the s/o pushes them to the other side of the road cause there was a car speeding down, but the s/o ends up taking the hit. What would their reactions be, from the moment they saw their s/o unconscious on The ground to when they were at the hospital and we're told their s/o was in a coma and didn't know when they would wake up, if they would? And, when they eventually did wake up about one or two months later?

Holy shit I nearly killed myself writing this ask, it took forever! Whew! I think this is the longest ask I’ve ever written (1300 words). 

Underfell

Sans

Someone is screaming. God that’s annoying he can’t deal with this, someone shut the person up. Where was he anyway, he can’t- blood. Why is there, blood, holy shit, is that your blood? Red wants to scream, but then realizes that he’s the one that’s been screaming. He crawls to your side, not caring about the blood staining his clothes, just be okay, you have to be okay. He feels someone touch his shoulder and tries to pull him away, but he attacks, summoning his bones and ready to strike. The frightened paramedic urgently explains that Red has to move aside so they can take you to the hospital or else you’re doing to die. 

Hearing the word “death”, Red instantly snaps out of it and moves aside, watching helplessly as they load your still body into the ambulance. No matter what, he’s getting on that ambulance with you, there’s no way he’s letting a bunch of strangers poke and prod you without him being there to protect you. The entire ride, he watches the paramedics like a hawk, holding your hand an listening to the heart monitor. 

Come on…stay strong….don’t you dare die. 

Once you get to the hospital, Red is forced to wait outside while they operate on you, so he paces around, busying himself by counting his steps. Finally, the doctors come out and explain how you’re in a coma and they don’t know when you are going to wake up. Red punches the doctor out of sheer anger and had to be dragged away and arrested for assault. Fell bails his brother out of jail, but he’s not allowed back until you’re discharged from the hospital. 

There’s no way Red is going to wait around until you potentially wake up without seeing you, so he sneaks inside at night and watches you sleep, hoping that you would wake up. During this time, Red nearly falls down, but the only thing that kept him going was the listening to the heart monitor. You’re still alive, that’s what matters. All you have to do was wake up. 

You wake up when Red is asleep, his head resting on your bed and fingers intertwine in yours. Your head is to stuffy to understand what is going on, so you nudge him awake. Red slowly opens his eyes and oh stars, once he lays eyes on you, his whole world just brightens up as he attacks you with kisses and “I love you”s. It takes a while to explain everything that’s happened, but Red is just so glad to have to back. 

Papyrus

Fell is a stone hearted killer. He’s seen his friends turn into dust and he just brushes that off like it’s nothing. In this world it’s kill or be killed so who cares? But you changed him. You taught him how to love, how to care, how to smile, all that for you, so when damn car hit you, he kills the driver instantly and destroys the vehicle until it’s nothing but a useless hunk of metal before gently picking up your limp body and rushing to the hospital. 

You’re going to be okay, please just be okay. 

When the doctors explain that they managed to save you, but you’re in a coma, Fell just loses it. He doesn’t physically attack the doctor like Red (though he wants to) but demands to see their boss. If their boss can’t do anything, he goe higher and higher, wanting an explanation on why the doctors can’t wake you up. 

The next few months are a living hell. Fell drowns himself in his work, becoming hyper aggressive to anyone that provokes him. Just hearing your name sends him to frenzy, already believing that you’re dead, but he still visits you in the hospital, never staying long. It hurts to see you that way. 

When you finally wake up, Fell was at work, but he immediately drops everything to come see you. He’ll scold you to never push him out of the way like that again, he can handle himself, but really his heart isn’t in it. He’s so happy that you’re awake.

Underswap

Sans

Blue tried to stop the car with his magic, but it was too late. That crunch, oh god that horrible crunch as your body flings into the cement, will forever haunt his dreams, but right now, he can’t think about that. There’s no time to call an ambulance, so he just teleports to the hospital, begging the attendant to save you. He watches the nurses and doctors carry you away and tears spill out of his eye sockets,, his head spinning, vision fading. Someone, a nurse probably, guides him to a chair and brings him a glass of water. 

Once Blue calms down, he calls his brother and his friends, explaining what happened. Within a few minutes, his brother and your friends arrive at the hospital, comforting and waiting with him until the doctor comes out with news. 

You’ll live, but you won’t wake up. 

Numb. Blue can’t hear, can’t see, can’t feel. He just nods and lets his friends guide him to your room where Blue sees you laying there, tubes coming in and out of your body, but at the same time, he can’t see. He tells Stretch to just take him home and his brother does. 

The next few months, Blue visits you every day with flowers, telling you about his day, what’s been going on, events that you missed. He doesn’t know if you can hear him or not, but it helps him deal with this. He misses you so much, can you just wake up, please?

Blue was polishing his armor, when his ringtone startled him. He scrambles for it with immediate speed, his soul pounding in his chest. When the doctors tell him that you’re awake, Blue teleports to the hospital room before the doctors could even hang up. He’s by your bedside, sobbing about how much he loves you, and although he’s grateful for what you did, please don’t ever do that again. When you’re discharged, Blue pampers you with everything you need until you’re fully healed. 

Papyrus

Stretch knew what was going to happen before you got hit, but he was too late. He catches your body before you hit the cement and teleports immediately to the hospital. While the doctors cart you you to the operation room, Stretch stands by patiently, going outside and wiping out his entire smoke pack. By the time the doctors reassures him that you’re going to be fine, but you’re in a hospital, Stretch is jittery and anxious. He visits you in your room, stops, and leaves. He can’t see you like that, not yet. 

The next few months, Stretch works with Undyne to find ways to wake you up, pouring himself into studying medicine and the specializing in brain injury and trauma. But despite all his hard work, there’s nothing that he can do. He’ll just have to wait and it’s killing him. He spirals down into a drug addiction until he’s not in touch with reality anymore. 

When the hospital calls him that you’ve woken up, but Stretch doesn’t believe them. He’s too high to understand that you might actually be awake and that the doctors were just messing with him, but Blue knocks some senses into him and takes him to the hospital. When your boyfriend sees you alive and breathing, he just silently pulls you into a tight hug and sobs. 

You are to never do that again. Don’t ever do that again. Please. 

When you’re  released from the hospital, Stretch doesn’t let you leave his sight and your days are spent with him cuddling and kissing you. He still can’t believe you’re back. 

Here we go, an update!

“Disturbing, these findings are.” Master Yoda’s ears droop slightly, as his clawed hand gently lays the datapad he held back on the table.

“That’s the least you can call it.” Mace massages his temples and breathes deeply and evenly. The sheer magnitude of the discovery is enough to stop one’s breath. “How have we missed this?”

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anonymous asked:

As a body language analyst, JK's behavior at times does strongly indicate possessiveness to me. However, JM and the others around KM are able to easily shrug the behavior off, which suggests some greater context beyond "he is mine" that they're privy to and we're not. JM himself also exhibits possessive behavior at times, though his tends to be more passive (luring JK away from whoever he's interacting with) while JK's is usually more active (separating JM and whoever he's interacting with). 1/2

I will say it doesn’t seem to be anything to worry about. KM both seem to control their possessive inclinations for the most part, which is where the bulk of the infamous “jeonlous” moments come from; JK’s face and body indicate displeasure, but he doesn’t act on it, which shows self restraint and respect for JM’s autonomy. JM has plenty of similar moments, but he’s much better at controlling his outward appearance, so it doesn’t get as much attention. 2/2


Thank you for this comment, I actually wanted to elaborate on this topic a bit more, because one of you kindly approached me and made me aware of the fact that I failed to address the fact that there might be cultural differences to this case of possessiveness. Noted, and my apologies on that. So, let’s fix that now!

In the west, possessiveness is often linked to toxic and unhealthy behavior that stems from jealousy, distrust and other negative feelings. It can be tied to an idea of person losing their autonomy under someone else’s influence.

However, the words “possessive” is a term that carries a different air to it in Asia and it does in the West. As I discussed this with the person who approached me in the chat, we came to conclusion that a lot is lost in translation here. The chinese term they explained to me doesn’t carry the similar negative vibes to it as the word “possessive” does to western people.

In Asia, more specifically in cultures with Confucian background, “possessive” is associated with the traditional idea of a man protecting his wife and providing to his family. In modern times this is seen as a good and romantic thing, in a sense that your partner makes you feel protected and safe. There is this air of “You’re mine, I’m yours” type of romanticism associated with it. Having “possessive” traits is seen as a form of care, if it doesn’t go overboard.

Here are some thoughts from the person who were kind enough to share their thoughts with me. They also allowed me to share these thought with everyone else:

I don’t want to change anything about the west thinking possessiveness is a bad thing, it’s just that perhaps when Asian people talk about JK being possessive, they aren’t really saying JK is being toxic, just that he wants to protect and take care of JM, and it shows how much he has grown and is responsible now…

Actually this is an important aspect in romantic relationships for us. As a “protected party”, how much control I allow my BF to take over me, shows how much I trust him with my well-being. His constantly testing, by trying to gain control over me, especially in public settings, is also him testing how serious our relationship is getting.

So, I guess, both JK intentionally back-hugging JM in public, the specify way, hand on waist, or holding firmly on to the wrist, etc. and the fact that JM allows him to do so, are their ways of intentionally showing how close they are getting, as in JM allowing him the liberties it is not only one party gaining ownership, what is more important is JM allowing that ownership… I think this point is often missed. How much control the other party can have depend on how much you are willing to allow so in JM and JK, it is JM who is allowing JK to take control that is more important. And when he doesn’t allow it, he simply pats JK’s hand, seen in the AMA interview clip, when JK is so insistent on playing with his jacket, and you can see once JM puts a stop to it, JK stops immediately…In fact, the control that JM is allowing JK to take over him, is a very big part of why I believe that KM is real, as in the normal circumstance, JM should always have control over JK and take care of JK, as JM is the older, both being male. The dynamics should never be allowed to change unless the relationship went through a drastic change…

I wanted to bring this to your attention, just so that you can have an understanding of why Asians for example might coo over some protective gestures of JK , and refer to them as “possessive”. I personally am just worried about this nuance getting lost in translation, because while I can see where people from Asian backgrounds are coming from, I don’t think western teenagers with no concept of this or knowledge on Asian cultures can understand the difference. They’re from a culture where possessiveness is very negative and toxic thing, so I wouldn’t want them to mix an match meaning here and start confusing western idea with the eastern one because it might result to them being unsafe in their own culture.

If anyone else has something to add to this discourse, by all means please do!

While We're Young | Part 1

Summary: Following Bill’s injury by Fenrir Greyback, his future beside Fleur seems vague. Will the arrival of a beloved from the past be enough to guide him to the road to happiness?

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Bill was in the kitchen, flicking the pages of The Daily Prophet and devouring sugar almonds one after the other. Surprisingly enough, there was peace dominating the house despite the whole family being present. Not his mother cleaning manically, not Fred and George laughing and yelling like lunatics, not anything. It was almost too quiet for Bill to get used to.

Suddenly, there was a ring on the doorbell. Knowing there was definitely someone else probably getting it already, he did not move from his seat but much to his dismay, soon enough he was forced to get up by his mother calling upon him.

“Bill, could you come down for a second, darling?”

He hurried down the stairs, prepared to face whatever madness it was his mother would bother him with this time but before he had even come down the steps, his eyes fell on the person standing on his very doorstep.

There was Y/N, his best friend since their school years even. He had not seen her gorgeous face in what; five years?

“Hello, you!” she simply stood before him, all sweet smiles and happiness as he froze in his position. Before he knew it, he was running towards her and picking her up in his arms as they swayed together.

She let out a yelp at the contact but it didn’t take her long to wrap her own arms around his neck, hanging above the ground as he held her. Bill only opened his eyes again to see her struggle to breathe from how hard he was squeezing her.

With a sheepish smile, he let her slide back on the ground. “Y/N! How-What are you doing here?” the goofy grin playing on his lips was impossible to erase, he found.

“It’s nice seeing you too!” she placed a hand over her heart in mock-hurt but the smile on her lips never left.

“Of course it’s nice seeing you! I missed you so much! But that doesn’t answer my question. I almost believed you had been stolen from us once and for all!” he pulled her in for another hug, this time a bit more properly.

She laughed at his comment. Merlin, had he missed her laugh. “Oh, I would never! As beautiful as it is in the Muggle world, this will always be home. You know how it is.”

“So are you back permanently?” he finally let her go from his death grip.

“I’m afraid I cannot be sure. I have no job here and although I would love to stay here, I fear papa still needs me. What I can promise you though is that I will stay long enough for you to grow tired of my company!”

“Never. I wish you had let me know though, my week would have been a little better if I did.”

“Then it would not be a surprise! Thankfully, your mother is just as sweet as I remember her and agreed to help me.” Y/N beamed.

“Wait, you knew?” Bill whipped his head around to gape at his mother who simply stood there with the biggest smile plastered on her face.

“Of course I did! She sent us an owl and asked that we keep it a secret.” Molly answered simply before disappearing into another room.

“A true conspiracy behind my back then, huh?” he laughed.

Soon enough the entire family was in the room and welcoming Y/N with all their love. They were all so thrilled to see her, fussing all over her like she was about to disappear any second now.

And looking at them, Bill couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought Y/N’s presence in his house would be a special occurrence.

It seemed almost bittersweet having her back.

Finding his way through the crowd of his loud family, he grabbed her hand and sneaked them away and up on the roof where they sat in their familiar spot.

It was the same spot where they had spent entire summer nights sneaking away from family dinners when they were away from school for the holidays. Where they came right after their graduation - before their ways split. So many priceless memories of pointless chattering and laughing; memories he would never give up.

“Godric, I missed you so much. It’s been so long!”

“I know! To be honest, I didn’t remember you being quite so tall. I’m afraid my memory does not do you justice.”

“And I didn’t remember you being so beautiful!” she laughed but blushed at his comment. Νow that was a lie, to say the least, such beauty could never be forgotten.

She had not changed one bit, everything about her was the same. Perhaps it was simply the effect of not having seen her in so long.

“You changed so much! No longer wearing that earring, are we? Did the infamous Bill Weasley tone down his coolness?” she perked an eyebrow at him and laughed. “I hope that is all that’s changed.”

Bill cringed at the mention of his appearance, his mind immediately going to the certain set of scars he had acquired.

“So where will you be staying?” he changed the subject.

“I fear I haven’t quite figured that part out yet…”

“Good. You’re staying with us,” he spoke decidedly, obviously not taking no for an answer.

“Oh, no! You are seven people in there. I reckon you don’t need another one!”

“Nonsense, you’re staying here with us and it’s not up for negotiation. You are going to be seeing so much of me you’ll grow tired of my existence, trust me! There is so much we have to talk about.”

His hand reached for hers, seeking the comfort of her touch.

She giggled in response and pecked his cheek. “Oh try me, Weasley.”

(A/N: Part 2? Also, let me know if you want to be tagged!!)  

Tagging: @im-tired-please-stop @thepoet1975 @littlemisstrancy @lupinsbaby

dunno how i feel about people calling what’s transpiring in the lwa fandom a ship war between ankko and dianakko fans, when the former is legitimately not doing anything to anyone besides loving and defending their ship and one of their favorite characters from the latter’s vitriolic portion of their fandom when we have to.

we’re not the ones invading the diana/dianakko tags at high speed, spouting bullshit that tears down diana as a character despite her development, invalidating the dianakko ship, or being downright nasty to the shippers just because they like or defend it. because not only do we not have anything against dianakko, as many of us see the validity in the ship, but we actually really love diana, and respect it/her and the shippers enough not to be dicks about something they love.

this whole mess is completely one-sided, as there hasn’t been a single andrew/ankko fan that said they hated diana/dianakko. we’re just getting fed up with some of its fandom and their inability to “stay in their lane,” so by default, our love of diana/dianakko is waning. the one and only thing we’ve asked, that many of them refuse to comply with, is that they don’t tag their hate in the andrew/ankko tags. that’s it. we don’t care if you hate andrew or ankko, though we wish people would actually give some real, valid reasons other than the usual, subjective opinion of “he’s boring,” “serves no purpose in the narrative,” “is a jerk,” etc., two of which aren’t true at all, because the narrative and his development actually contradict those last two “reasons" and the first applies to whichever individuals that personally feel that way. we just want you to stay out of the tags.

it’d be easier if people just came right out and said that he “got in the way of their ship,” because that is legitimately what it all boils down to, rather than us having to pick apart these strawman arguments every, single time someone finds the balls to enter the tag with a nasty ass attitude. i’m not saying that anyone who isn’t an andrew/ankko fan can’t enter the tags; i’m not the boss of anybody here. but, we’re pleading here, that if you don’t have authentic constructive criticism that we may have a genuine dialogue, instead of the billion and one “i hate this dude/ship because…” lists, then stop entering the tags. many of us have been through enough ship wars to last a lifetime and are getting quite sick of it.

one last thing, there’s a case of hypocrisy that i feel needs to be addressed here, in the case of the diana/dianakko and andrew/ankko fandoms. if you don’t want us to defend andrew/ankko, stop coming in the tag like you have a chip on your shoulder. keep that shit on your blog or find somewhere else to complain that’s not his or the ship’s tag, otherwise you will be met with opposition. you see, because we don’t actively go onto your blog or into the diana/dianakko tags seeking to start drama just because we prefer andrew/ankko. we don’t even send character/ship hate (that i know of). that would literally be us trying to shove our opinion down your throat like an angry mother bird, you know, kinda like what some of y'all do to us, and we don’t want to do that. instead, we block you to avoid it, because life’s too short to be bitching over which fictional character/ship is better, when they’re both valid characters/ships. we don’t invade the diana/dianakko tags at high voltage speed, because, newsflash, some of us are actually multishippers and know how to ship one without putting down the other, and we actually really respect how many of you feel about your preference. again, why? because they’re both good, balanced, healthy ships and help akko grow as a person. now, imagine if we did to diana/dianakko what many of y'all seem so intent on doing to us? yeah, not a pretty sight.

literally all we’re asking you guys to do is leave us alone. you don’t like andrew? that’s fine. you hate ankko? okay, cool. it’s a free country. but please, stay out of the tag with the aggressive/passive-aggressive remarks, blaming us for why you hate him/it even more when all we’re doing is what you’re doing - loving our ship and andrew without invalidating yours or diana.

this is getting beyond gross and old.