a time that will never come back

Hiraeth - Part Two

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 2.4k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽Notes☾ ;  Part One | Part Three (Soon)

“Misu, there aren’t any appointments for me today, so I will be leaving early"  

Your head spinning to find the familiar sound come closer, her black hair covering the dark circles underneath, while rummaging through her bag. The sound of keys and her heavy heels punishing the white marble floor. The woman in front, assumed to be Misu, was feeling baffled while trying to keep her concentration on you.  

“Miss, I think-”  

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Disney Dreaming

Summary: You and Bucky decide to spend your honeymoon at Disney World.

Word Count: 775

Prompt: “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

A/N: This is part of the writing challenge for @just-some-drabbles.  It took a minute to come up with something with my prompt but it led to this. I also have to give some credit to @whothehellisbella because we talked about what it would be like to stay in the castle a while back. And tags are at the bottom.

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so, can we be honest right now? some fans aren’t worried if taylor could stop doing the ss meetings or if taylornation could be chasing them because the all too well thing even them said: “something happened in the ss and taylor didn’t asked for silence but we decided to keep it”. so, they should stop trying becoming victims. the only thing that happened is that they haven’t nothing more to stand above of rest of our fanbase and no counting in the rude way they acting just because they’re being exposed.

the fans who went for the ss (i’m not going generalizes because i know that some nice people went and stayed being nice afterwards). Of course they’re having some kind of privilege abouve the rest of the fandom it and they know about it. everyone knows that happens in the ss stays in the ss, so when they start posting thing like “there’s a secret but we can’t tell anyone” it’s just because they want to be on spotlight and thus, feeling that they’re prevailing over us. no one do such thing unless they wishes make the rest of us curious. some of the ss fans are doing nice things and we stayed happy for them being happy, because we know how would be amazing meet her and spent some time with her. and we’re feeling they’re being honest with us. but now, we’re seeing those rude people acting like that, it’s almost impossible don’t feel attacked and hurt.

now excuse me i’ll make this  a little more personal: i cried A LOT because of it and you know why???? because in my country, taylor NEVER EVER did a tour, just a pocket show and never come back. while the usa/uk fans have the ss, the magazines, and are able to pre order the album. Here in Latin America we don’t have the pre-sale album yet. we’re trying contact the universal music for they change that but it’s  ard. no counting we can’t have the same treatment that taylor  gives for the fans from uk/usa. We want just a little bit of attention not a SS here. We just want feel inclued on fabase. So, i’ve gotten used with the fact that i’ll won’t meet her because my chances are really low. Now I just expect to go in her tour if i had a chance. because these day i’ve been feelings the so lowest person towards everyone, i’m here since 2009 going through all of this. i just don’t get why some people act so selfish towards the rest of fandom, seems they having that call for show us their favoritism.

yesterday taylor makes me so hurt with the 300 people know™, she’s make so sad and low that now even she’s saying she’s was ONLY kidding dont makes me feel much better. because i’m don’t feeling include on “many of you as humanly possible”. We don’t even have the pressure order for reputation here its a little impossible imagine a tour here when we without have pre-sale album. And now she said that she wants meet many os us as humanly possible but she brigs the same people who went into ss of 1989 to reputation ss? Look guys if you’re one of those peoples dont get me wrong this is nothing about you, but you see that its so controversial that what taylor said she isnt putting in pratice right? Please @taylorswift i love you and i’ll always love you but this kind of thing hurt so much

And for that rude people: i know you didn’t meant being so rude but please try be more careful with the words. try to think how the other people will feels towards it. and now you guys are trying putting the blame in @urineluv for talking that taylor played all too well on piano but she don’t spoke nothing wrong, she’s just trying to do the right thing and stopping the all these selfish. Because of course we’re happy for you meet taylor, i mean we thinking ‘ok when its my time?’ and maybe its dificult for us see the pictures and we have some kind of jealousy but dont considarete that as we were saying that you dont deserved meet taylor, you deserves truly, but the way some of you guys want show your prevail are hurting some fans and make us thinking that this is unfair, because maybe taylor doesent like to know that the some fans who meet her are acting this way with other fans.

Please guys stop with this now the people who went to a SS are fighting between themselves.  We need to come back with fabase united where we respected the opinion of others, where we talk to everyone and everybody was happy. We need start to unite this fabase that was ALWAYS  united and always respectful 

                                                                                       Love all of you Swifties,                                                                                                    Pamela


honestly any time monsta x announces they’re coming back just start taking everything they fucking say as a spoiler snake ass men, never trust them, especially jooheon.

Luigi Update

Luigi is going in for surgery next Monday. The reason his eye infection keeps coming back is because it’s not just in the eye, it’s in the bone to. They will be removing the infected bone and tissue, maybe his eye to because he is blind in that eye anyway.

Obviously because he is a bird there is a higher risk of him not making it and that’s definitely something I’m worried about. I’m going to spend as much time with him as possible until his surgery date, just in case something does go wrong and I never get to see him again.

Hopefully this will solve the issue and he can finally live a normal pidge life free from pain.

@tinysaurus-rex @ramseyringnecks @lotsandlotsofbirds @tiels @aderynnn @hunterkat @wetleavesandfeathers @stupidmarigolds

ok story time + word of advice so buckle up kids

for the last 2+ years i never once got anything ‘worse’ than an A in english because it’s my best subject and quite frankly, i slay this class, i own it.

anyway two weeks ago i took an exam in english while i was sick, i felt like shit but i took it anyway and today i got it back and i got an A- and now comes the funny part: i felt like shit for it lmao i was all ‘not to be dramatic but my life is over, shakespeare could use this as inspiration for a tragedy, literally why did this happen to me? what the fuck have i done i fucked up’ and i felt SO bad and angry at myself and the teacher and sad and annoyed, you name it.

the thing is, that is literally so fucked up? because an A- is amazing, especially when you managed that while being sick. it’s a bomb ass grade, people would be lucky to have that so long story short:

do not turn into me, do not become good old ali ok?

work your ass off for your dreams, study so hard and get those sweet, amazing grades!! because it is important!!! but not important enough to let it consume you and thrust you into the dysfunctional perfectionist void, because let me tell you it ain’t fun here and it can fuck you up real good 

batm3mes  asked:

Pink guy, fear

He used to be afraid of stupid things like falling off a bridge or getting thrown out of a moving train, things that could never happen. Pink Guy used to have nightmares about drowning in a sea of glue or getting trapped in a box that slowly got smaller and smaller. He used to have normal, stupid fears.

Now he’s afraid of waking up in darkness, of wandering forever and never finding the light again. He’s afraid of waking up in Chin Chin’s chromosome harvester, alone and shivering on the hard ground. He’s afraid of waking up and realizing it was all a dream and Frank’s still gone, maybe never existed and he’s alone.

He’s afraid of seeing his friends die…more friends die. He doesn’t want that again, ever again, but he knows it’s more likely than falling off bridges or getting thrown out of trains. He knows Chin Chin could come back any day, any time and fight Frank, he knows any of them could die.

“Pink Guy,” Frank mumbles in his sleep and Pink shuffles closer, closer, until he’s touching Frank, until he can almost make out Frank’s face in the dark. He’s scared, he’s nearly always scared right now but he has hope too, he believes in Franku. He believes in him.


It feels like I’m all the way back where
I come from…
I was looking back on what they’ve done over the last few years, and it reminded me how much these guys have done, for me, for everyone. They’ve helped me through so many dark times in my life, they’ve helped me through my loneliness, my depression, my anxiety, my hopelessness. They’ll never see this, but I just hope they know how much they mean to me, and how important they are. They are the light in my otherwise dark life.

Thank you so much.


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anonymous asked:

Damnnn what was the abandoned shit like? I've heard of people doing mansions n shit but I've never come across someone who's been into a whole fuckin village that's sick dude - ☀️

it was uh

strange? lmfao

this village was built in 1905. abandoned for a very long time.

i went with two friends and we drove for a fuckin hour and a half to this place and maybe two minutes before we actually arrived, we were driving through empty back roads and passing a ton of run down, falling apart buildings. this place wasnt closed off or anything and there were no signs so its hard to really say we were ‘trespassing’ unless you count all the papers stapled to telephone posts and the spray painted pavement that said “SECURITY RECORDING” but uh

hey man, its hard to see in the dark ya feel

but we drove to the back of the village and parked by one of the larger buildings in front of a blocked off path with a ton of signs saying “NO GHOST HUNTERS” and “DO NOT CROSS-WILD ANIMALS” so that was cool

i took some pictures too

out of the many i took, these were the only ones that didnt come out blurry. (as an avid watcher of GAC… hm….)

we walked around and inside these decaying, broken houses, met some bats, and for some fucking reason we walked upstairs the two story houses. you know, the ones that are practically falling apart just by the sound of your voice. we have a few slips here and there but wander around safely. 

at one point, my friend grabs me and points to the window and tells me he saw a woman watching us. i told him hes probably psyching himself out and we laugh it off. as the night goes on, he claimed to have seen her 2 or 3 other times. 

we heard a lot of growling, like outside these houses and often when we checked we didnt hear/see anything. still, brushed it off as nothing but wild animals (which there were plenty of. its the middle of the overgrown woods, we saw feral cats, a wild dog/coyote, and other shit that made us want to run back to the car)

we went into one house where the floor had practically collapsed and found a mattress. the grossest fucking thing you never want to find in an abandoned building. visually ‘clean’ and definitely recent. covered in -not what you’re thinking- long, calf-high socks. all white socks. and i mean fucking COVERED. it was probably an orgy bed. i would have taken a picture had i not been trying to balance on a rotten wooden beam and holding both of my friends hands for support. this place was bad man.

nothing super thrilling happen. planks of wood would sometimes fall near us, tree branches would snap and almost hit us, and sometimes i guess whispering? as my other friend claimed. i brushed it off as the wind and cars nearby since they were the only one that heard it. 

but hey, if you’re in the area and wanna check it out, look up Henry River Mill Village

its chill yo

trespass safely.


Each time I take a drag from my cigarette, my intention is to slowly fade your face out of my memory.
I do it to forget all the time we had spent together.
It burns my throat and destroys my lungs, but I’d rather do that then feel pain in my heart because of you.
I do it to mask the pain because I’d rather kill myself in the process and pretend you never existed, then to mope and cry about what could’ve been.
I’m done crying over you, and taking control of my life and moving on finally.
Please leave me and my heart alone.
Please don’t come back into my life and destroy all the progress I’ve made, because I’m finally starting to move on, and you’re finally becoming simply a memory to me
—  Cigarettes/ a poet who will never become

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
‘Til it was a battle cry
I’ll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything’s changing
Doesn’t mean it’s never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You’ll come back when it’s over
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back when it’s over
No need to say goodbye

Now we’re back to the beginning
It’s just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can’t feel it too
Doesn’t mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they’re before your eyes
You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

For all those with the bloat.

“You ready babe?” Norman calls out as you get dressed in the bedroom. It was date night and you were running late already, but it was one of those days where nothing you put on looked good, and all you could see was your bloated tummy sticking out.
“Just… give me… 2 minutes!” You shout back, trying to pull on some shaping underwear to flatten your stomach. You couldn’t help it, it was the week before you were due on and your belly always went crazy about this time. You were constantly hungry and everything you ate made you bloat straight away.
“Eurgh!” You huff, pulling the underwear up but not being able to breathe, “fucks sake.”
You roll it down your body, squeezing out of it. You’d never be able to stand this all night, it’d probably make everything you eat come straight back up again.
“Hey, we’ve gotta go!” Norman says as he rushes through the door. You stand there in a blouse and your knickers, pouting at your reflection in the mirror sadly.
“Can’t go, too fat,” you say, plopping down on your bed and sighing.
“What?!” He exclaims, half laughing.
“It’s not funny! Look at me!” You say, standing up, lifting your blouse and showing your bloated stomach. He shuts the bedroom door, making his way over to you, then kneels down directly in front of you.
“What are you-?”
“Shh,” he says, looking at you, then looks at your stomach, putting his hands either side of it, “she didn’t mean it, you’re perfect as you are, let me talk to her.”
You stand there and start to laugh as he gets up off the floor and looks sternly at you.
“Now listen, don’t talk about your stomach like that, she can hear you, y’know! She’s perfect as she is, and so are you,” he says, stroking your arms. You blush and look down at the ground between you both, then he lifts your chin with his fingers, making you look at him again.
“You hear me?” He asks.
“I hear you,” you smile.
“Right, well being as we’re super late anyway, I’m just gonna cancel our reservation and we can stay in and eat ice cream all night,” he grins, taking his phone out of his pocket and stepping out of the room to make the call. You fall backwards onto the bed in a starfish shape and close your eyes, upset that you’re feeling like crap and unable to go out with Norman.
“Babe, you alright?” Norman asks as you feel the bed dip beside you and he sits down.
“Fine, just one of those days,” you sigh, “I’m sorry we couldn’t go out tonight. I know I’m being stupid-“
“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” He interrupts.
“I’m just wondering,” he says shyly.
“Erm, I don’t think I am,” you say, sitting upright, “Nah, I cant be.”
“Oh, okay,” He says, slightly disheartened.
“What’s the long face for?”
“I don’t know, I’ve been broody recently.”
“Wait, what?! Isn’t it supposed to be the woman who feels broody?”
“I guess. I’m being stupid, ignore me.”
“No, no, you’re not being stupid, that’d be nice in the future, but look how busy we are now.”
“I know, I know. So what’s the cause of your tummy troubles then?”
“Pre-period bloat unfortunately. Nothing glamorous, just that everything I eat makes me the size of a house right now,” you laugh.
“Aww, babe, you look amazing whatever size you are,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, holding onto you tightly, then moves his hand down to your stomach.
“It’s a toast baby!” He says, stroking your belly. You swat his hand away and laugh.
“Shut up, you!”
“So because toast baby has stopped us going out, what do you want to do now?”
“Film and a takeaway?” You suggest.
“This is why I love you,” he smiles, running off to get a pile of dvds to choose from. The rest of the evening is spent feeding each other pizza as you watch horror films, you nestled in between his legs, your back against his chest and his hands stroking you thighs gently.
“This is all I need,” he whispers.
“Same here,” you sigh happily.


inkabelledesigns  asked:

-The searcher writes vigorously. 'Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem so nice, you deserve better.' The searcher is strangely sympathetic, it looks as though it wants to give Norman a hug.-

N: Ah no there’s nothing I think you can do. It’s alright. And hey you never know what lady fate has in store for ya. 

N: Ah shoot I got to get back downstairs before ‘she’ throws a fit. I’ll come up again some other time though. 
*Norman leaves the room* 

Hiatus time! Maybe I will be gone for a week, maybe month or I will never come back haha I am full of surprises and too tired to deal with this BS…so see ya later hopefully, fam

kawaiiusagichansan  asked:

Treat with cutie Qwerty pretty please!

Yes ma’am ;) I remember our conversation lol Sorry for the lateness.


Qwerty’s fingers eased your shirt up, unhurriedly of course, for he was never one to want to rush the best part of intimacy with you. Being able to take in the vision of your bare body before him, that was something he was planning on cherishing for the rest of his days.

“Do we have time?” He smiled, kissing you sweetly upon the lips, his cold palms sweeping over your sides and coming to rest on your lower back.

“They can wait. I’d rather be doing this than going out to another party.” You mumbled between his lips, teasingly touching his tongue until he was groaning deeply. The soft vibrations of his growls made you sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. “Don’t you agree?”

“Always.” Qwerty nudged your nose with his, those lovely bright eyes growing dilated at the sight of you. There was something arousing about that, knowing you caused him such pleasure just by baring your body to him.

“Mm, well then…come on, daddy. Let’s not waste any more time.” You released his neck, falling back onto the bed, a wicked grin over your features. It was no surprise he seemed entirely taken back by your pet name, considering you had never once used it before. But, there was always fun to be had in surprising the mortician. If only to see that bashful smile of his, equal parts shy and aroused. “Don’t like it?” You giggled, fingers curling under his belt and tugging him forward.

“No, I-“ His lips parted in a moan, eyes closing when he felt you caress him through his jeans. “I actually love it.”

Her blocking you again, this time for good, was the best thing she ever did for you.

The mix of emotions of love and being cheated on. Everytime you looked at her and think that you just love her so much but at the same time she hurt you so bad.

Thinking you can deal with it, but it isn’t until you’re out of it until you realize there was no fixing it.

And it’s better this way. She wasn’t right for you. She would of proven it.

And you give her excuses like she was young or you saw it coming and didn’t care.

But it never heals the damage she did. No matter how you justify it.

And then you find someone new. And it’s good but the old is still always in the back of your mind. Cause you did love her. But she ruined you. So much that you can’t even give your whole self to anyone else anymore.

But the new one loves you anyway. Or at least you think they do. Until a month or two down the line they start showing signs of something else. Something familiar. Something you don’t want to remember.

And then you’re alone again. And the process starts all over again.

Also, I want to revive @fuckyeahfemcousland, but everything I ever got to reblog there was more of the same, including my own contributions. And really, without more variety in both styles of Couslands and in their backgrounds I don’t see a reason to do so. In addition to that, I want more fics on it but never had time to moderate those myself.

So, in the light of maybe bringing it back, rec me some Couslands to reblog there. OPs or links to them preferred so the creator gets the notes, past Couslands who have been featured welcome but more diversity in Couslands even more welcome. Including/especially multi-origin Cousland crossovers and AUs and rare pair Couslands. And fics, though as I’ve mentioned in the past I’ll need help keeping up with and reblogging those (first off to just read them, second off to make sure what to tag them with content-wise).

Send message/ask if you’re maybe interested.

anonymous asked:

Have y'all heard about Pristin's Kyla temporarily leaving the group? Her brother claims she's been dealing with a concussion since the group shot their m/v for "we like" and is getting treatment back in the US but I'm not buying it. Especially since concussions are dealt w/ immediately. Many think she's feeling mentally exhausted from all of the bullying towards her weight. Some think she's gonna go on a diet and come back skinny. It's all sad TBH.

Yes and I’m mortified. Never in my seven years of being into Kpop have I seen people go so hard after a little girl about her weight… Like it’s not even just netizens this time, it’s everyone who feels like their opinion matters and it’s sad. Especially because I heard her brother’s been commenting on videos on YT basically asking people to leave her alone.

The concussion thing seems unlikely, as you mentioned unless she had a lasting injury? Either way, I hope she’s doing fine and resting away from everything :/

-Admin Kim 

i genuinely don’t think i have the motivation to finish this but here it is i guess

also don’t reupload this unless u want to get ur balls cut off


Jane the Virgin

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