and her need for the truth

anonymous asked:

I’m really sorry for what Liam went through. And I’m glad he’s better now. But how the hell is he allowed to say this? Cause saying he was so bad he shouldn’t be doing shows is blaming his team for making him perform... when it was actively affecting his mental health... and saying they didn’t even have time to stop to enjoy their success implies they were being severely overworked. Like it reads very badly for their team. How can he say these things? And to garbage Dan...?! Weird.

That’s the point. He’s saying these things to the Syco mouthpiece and confirming that they lied about the cancelled show, that it wasn’t for the reasons given, but was because of one of the top fandom speculated reasons - the breakup with Sophia (on top of tour stress).  Which cancels out the other top fandom speculated reason, that it was babygate related.

And perhaps that’s true, I obviously don’t know for sure, but it certainly makes me question a few things.

Why is he telling Dan Wootton, of all people, about this? Why now?  Is he hesitant to tour again and this backs up a decision he’ll make later?

Is Syco pressuring him about something?  If so, what? They say follow the money. Who benefits from him saying this now, to this person?

Additionally, this story comes on the same day, practically at the same time as that blind item saying Harry has an “older” girlfriend, that the VS models are a cover for her, not because he’s gay, which… LOL!

Coincidence?  Maybe.  Or maybe they’re moving to shift the wider narrative again.

But just for the record, the cancelled show was also about a month before he started “dating” Cheryl - on or about the time of the final 1D performance, so yeah… great timing Cheryl. Liam really needed the likes of you swooping in on him right then.

IDK, I want to give Liam a big hug, but I also don’t believe that he’s telling the whole truth.

Hiraeth - Five

Originally posted by the-xclan

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.7k

☽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 Four | Part Six (Soon)


“You’re lying”

“Why would I lie about such a thing?”  

“Because it’s you, Jisu. That’s why.” Wonho snickered in defence, standing up to watch the smirk grow on the women at his couch. His head ringing and banging as the memories returned of your last moments together, as a couple.  

“Because you were such a good boyfriend yourself-” Jisu spat, hitting right in the chest of Wonho. His stupidity to mess around with the enemy, and yet, even without your presence, he continues. “-The presents… late night phone calls with her… while you were right beside Soomi in bed, snuggled and cuddled together under the same blanket of mischief? Right?” Jisu continued to add on, while the feeling of confidence over washed by his grief and regret. The overpowering feel, of doing something so wrong, that the addiction to not get caught became too big.  

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Oh my gosh, she’s so colourful! ♥(^-^/\)

Dal DeLorean is a late birthday present to me… from me. I wish I could tell you how great this doll’s concept is, but the truth is: it’s not. I never thought I’d ever like her. When I saw her for the first time, I thought both the purple makeup on her dark green eyes and all those crazy patterns altogether clashed. But every single time I looked at pictures of her, there was just something, that I still cannot quiet define - even though she’s now sitting right next to me. Maybe it’s because Dal is supposed to be a little girl and this version of her, for once, gets that across very well. However, she still needs a name. I planned on calling her Flórián, but she looks more like a Mya in person. What do you think?

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i didn’t know ppl found ep 7 boring but

season 2 was a lot about?? eleven searching for the truth?? and her family???? and meeting kali was really important to her??? not to mention how happy kali was to have found her and how much she wanted her to stay, and the obvious influence she had on eleven like. being a sister, supporting her, showing her she didn’t need to hide or be afraid, letting her decide for herself how she would use or not use her powers

kali was the first person to let eleven go, to decide for herself to leave. there was some serious character development in ep 7, and to call it boring is. a p significant disservice

why am i not surprised though that liam mentioned both sophia and cheryl? like its so funny that liam was supposedly heartbroken and in such a bad place when him and sophia broke up that he turns around and knocks up cheryl soon after like im glad liam is kinda speaking up about his mental health even though we aren’t getting the full truth but the way his team is going about it is nasty as hell 

anonymous asked:

The part about the ship being there for 12000 years is probably true so there was an accident involved. I also believe what mon el said about kara being in danger is also true. So maybe the legion tried to get to a timeline to stop reign but instead their ship crash landed in another period of time where it remained until deo found it. I have a feeling winn will know the truth faster than the others though because although mon el is trying to keep quiet he needs some help in order to succeed.

Sounds right! This is probably what happened. I wonder if Mon-El doesn’t want to talk about it with Kara because in the future he found out Kara is killed by Reign and he doesn’t want to worry her. Sooner or later he has to tell the truth though. 

No, Taylor did not cheat; in fact, I might have an explanation for this entire reputation era.

Our best friend Taylor Swift is a mastermind, and we’ve become pretty good at figuring out the rules of her little games, but this era, we have failed pretty miserably thus far.

After Taylor released Gorgeous, my dash went crazy. To be expected when a new song is released, right? But this time, it wasn’t so good. Everyone needed to know if Taylor cheated on Calvin or Tom and when she met Joe – including me.

It took a few listens, but then it clicked. Here’s what I think:

Taylor wrote each song of reputation with clues – but not the kind we’re used to looking for; on reputation, Taylor uses each song to twist her truth with her reputation. She’s so good at it, we didn’t even really notice.

I think that every song on reputation is going to be this way, except, probably the last one. Taylor has to include a purely Taylor song on the album, so it makes sense that it would be at the very end.

The media doesn’t care about getting their facts straight, so Taylor is done with it too. That doesn’t mean she’s lying; she’s just playing the game better than they do.

This is the New Taylor’s idea of revenge. Instead of giving us sweet clues like Maple Lattes (RIP), she’s telling the stories of the past two years in her own way from the power position. If Taylor had given us the literal story of how she met Joe, the media would have found a way to rip her to shreds… so why not take what they are already saying about her and run with that? 

For each song, Taylor takes a different rumor and makes it part of her story:

Ready For It: “She’s a heartbreaker”

Look What You Made Me Do: “She plays the victim” (+ more, if you count the music videos)

Gorgeous: “She cheated on Calvin”

Instead of writing a song about how she didn’t cheat on Calvin with Tom, Taylor wrote a song about how she wanted to cheat on Calvin with Joe, even though it’s highly unlikely they had even met.

The clues in this song affirm my suspicions. Sunset and Vine are the cross-streets for the theater where she saw Joe’s movie. That was obviously after they met. 

This song IS the story of how they got together, but it’s more than that. It’s the story of how she FELT when they met but TOLD through the lens of her reputation as a cheater.

When you think about it that way, it clarifies a lot from the other two songs we’ve heard. 

This is Taylor’s way of speaking her truth, facing the criticism, and being vulnerable. Because Taylor chose to write the album this way – which is more like a musical or novel than the diaries we’re used to – we get to totally focus on her happiness with Joe while still seeing how the rumors of the last few years affected her. 

Please reblog, spread the word, and tell everyone what we already know.

Taylor Swift is so much damn smarter than you.

Okay but what about the Avengers all being trapped by the Bad Guy and the Bad Guy is cackling about how he’s going to make them show each other their greatest fears and he points his Truth Ray at Tony and says, “We’ll start with the Merchant of Death. What do you fear, Tony Stark?” And the others are terrified because Tony’s face is stricken and then his shoulders hunch and he’s biting his lips against the words. What is Tony going to say? What horrible thing are they going to learn about him?

“Geese,” Tony says miserably. “I’m afraid of geese.”

Everyone has to just… stop for a second, even Bad Guy, and stare at him. Tony’s all flushed and embarrassed. “Geese?” Bucky whispers in disbelief.

“And I’m scared of water, and the dark, and I’m scared that someone will see me watching videos of kittens when I’m drunk and crying because I can’t protect all of them,” Tony continues, covering his face in humiliation. “I’m scared I’ll never be out of my father’s shadow and I’m scared of big dogs and little dogs but not medium dogs and I’m afraid to admit that Pepper’s schnauzer terrifies me.”

Steve turns to look at Bad Guy awkwardly. “Erm. This. This isn’t. Working. I think.”

“I’m scared of being handed things and Dum-E getting hurt and people finding out that Enchanted is my favorite Disney movie. I’m scared of losing everyone I love but I’m also scared that the reason I’ll lose them is because I’m too needy. I’m scared Natasha will get mad when I tell her that her sangria sucks because she doesn’t put enough pineapple in it. I’m scared—”

Bad Guy awkwardly turns his Truth Ray off. “Um.”

“My heart,” Clint says, clutching his chest. “He’s afraid we’ll judge him for liking Enchanted instead of the fact that he cries over kittens.”

“…Well we’ll just have to see what you think about the Hulk’s fears!” Bad Guy begins, but Thor punches him in the face and knocks him out.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Tony asks him miserably.

Natasha begins marching toward him. Tony screams when she lunges for him but she just clutches him to his chest. “You stupid, precious idiot,” she hisses. “You only needed to ask for more pineapple. I would have put it in.”

“Um,” Steve begins awkwardly, but Natasha extends her hand to hold up a finger telling him to wait. “No. It’s my moment with Tony. I got here first.”

“Okay but no one is mentioning that the first thing he said was geese?” Bucky asks. Bruce punches him in the flesh arm probably harder than necessary.

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[about shooting Spider-Man scenes out of sequence) Do you even have a sense if it’s gonna be good, when you’re shooting that or you just have no idea? (x)

Breathe, Relax

Breathe, Relax

Pairing: Reader x Mysterychester (you figure it out quickly and hello, you know me)

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, feelings

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I was inspired by one of @kittenofdoomage porn Drabbles a while ago and haven’t been able to get this story out of my head. Obviously I had a LOT of feelings because this is a long ass story for me. Sorry the smut is a little below par. It’s been a WHILE.

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Talk Me Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Title: Talk Me Down

Warnings: mentions of abuse, tears, sad, slight angst

A/N: Based off of Troye Sivan’s song Talk Me Down. I’ve got conflicted feelings for Billy. I don’t like how he is such an ass (he’s also racist tbh. unless he heard about Lucas’ involvement in all the crap with Hawkins Lab, that’s the only other explanation), but I sympathize with him and understand him. I want to protect him and hug him and listen to him rant and vent and let out his emotions.

Originally posted by bigbadroman



I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
And I wanna come home to you, but home is just a room full of my safest sounds.


Hawkins High School was buzzing with teenagers, all excited for the weekend. You were one of them. It was the weekend, you had no homework, and surprisingly, you had plans.

Somehow, you found yourself being friends with a bully. Not publicly, at least. It would make people think even less of Billy, and you knew that wasn’t going to be good for him. Nobody at school knew what went on in Billy’s home life except for you. You’d often find yourself slowly opening your window, praying it wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house. Billy would do his best to stay quiet, climbing into your bedroom. His eyes would be rimmed red, wet tears leaving trails down his face. 

You’d settle back into bed, sliding under the covers. You’d hold them up, so he could slide in next to you. His arms would wrap around you and yours would do the same. He’d rest his head in the crook of your neck and let out the rest of his tears, you just ran your fingers through his hair and held him. He found solace, comfort, and care in your arms- something he didn’t have much experience with.


Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3 A.M. shadow,
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.


Billy found himself thinking of you often. Your kindheartedness and your compassion was most evident. He needed someone like that in his life, especially right now. His left cheek stung, and a small cut was evident on his cheek bone. The crimson colors on the clock seemed to shout the time at him, 3:04 a.m.

Tears trailed down his cheeks, hot and salty. It made his left cheek sting even more and the cut on his right cheek began to burn. His eyes closed, his mind drifting to you. Your sweet smile, your kind eyes, your guiding light, you. You were the person that brought Billy back to earth, the one who made him calm and rational. 


I wanna sleep next to you, 
And that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.

All it took was a phone call and you were on your way to Billy’s house. The shrill ring woke up your mom, and you didn’t feel the need to lie. So you told her the truth.

“A friend of mine, they don’t have the best home life. They just need a friend right now. I’ll be home in the morning.” 

Your concerned eyes and honest words made your mother smile at you. “Be safe.” she gave a single nod, and you grabbed a jacket, heading out the front door.

The window to Billy’s room was open, a welcome sign. So you climbed in as quietly as you could, seeing him curled up into a ball in the corner of his room. You slipped off your shoes, tiptoeing over to him. “Hey, Billy.” you whispered softly, his quiet sobs filling your ears. You kneeled down in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He just needed a friend, somebody in his life who he knew would never hurt him terribly.



I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now


Your eyes locked with Billy’s in the school hallway. You smiled at him and he gave you a half-second smile back. It made you heart break, the way Billy ignored you at school. You understood the need to uphold a reputation. You didn’t understand his constant need to be an asshole, although after meeting his father, you did. You understood why you and Billy had to keep your distance from each other at school. But you didn’t like it. You wanted to hold his hand, and kiss him on the cheek. You were developing a crush, and you knew it wouldn’t end well for you. Not in the slightest. 

But he needed you. Or at least you thought.



And I wanna get close to you
‘Cause your hands and lips still know their way around, oh
And I know I like to draw at night, when it starts to get surreal



The way she hung on Billy made your heart drop into stomach. How her arms wrapped around his waist, looking up at him like he was the world. The hot, sexy world.  And he was. She looked and him with lust and he looked at her the same way. 

Billy had found somebody else to calm him down, to spend their nights with him. He found somebody else. Somebody that wasn’t you. 

You must have just been a shock blanket. You know, like the ones they keep in ambulances and put over people’s shoulders when they’re in a state of shock or have just gone through something possibly traumatic? That’s what you were. You were used and then carelessly tossed to the side. You weren’t really sure what purpose you served, but you served one. 

And once they didn’t need you anymore, you were shrugged away and discarded.

The loud Michael Jackson song that was blaring through the speakers was what you focused on. Your eyes turned away from Billy and his new girl and focused on the song. Tommy H. was throwing a party and for some reason (most likely boredom and looking for a source of amusement), you decided to go. So, why not live a little? You didn’t need to drink, or do whatever the hell it was they were doing in the bathroom. You didn’t need to do a kegstand. You did the one thing that helped you let loose. 

You danced. 

You made your way to the dance floor and just started to move around. Your hips swayed to the beat, your head nodding along. Body heat radiated from every which way, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling your nostrils. You danced with nobody but yourself. 

It was like you were invisible, dancing alone. You had no need to grind on someone, no need to sling your arms around a stranger. You were content with filling the hole in your heart yourself. It’s the only way to do it. 



But the less time that I spend with you, the less you’ll need to heal. 
I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.


Billy hadn’t called you in weeks. When you passed him in the hallway, you avoided his gaze. You shrunk back into the crowd and made yourself invisible. He had different girls to fill the void in him now, girls who gave him more than you did. A shock blanket, all you were. All you’d ever be to him. 


That night, as you lay in bed reading a book, your phone rang. You glanced up at it, your heart beginning to beat faster. What if it was Billy? But what if it wasn’t? 

So you let it ring. 

And then, the ringing stopped. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it was most likely just a wrong number.

And then the phone rang again. 

You had to pick it up- you couldn’t just let it ring. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

It was Billy.

You sighed. “Look Billy, I understand you don’t need me anymore so you don’t need to call me and apologize and rub it in my face that you’ve found a better fix, okay?”

His breath shook as he spoke, “I need you. I need you right now. I’m so sorry, I truly am. I was a dick and I shouldn’t have been. I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want to hang out or be friends or.. or whatever the hell we were. I get it. But, if it’s possible, I just need someone right now. I was such a prick, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart ached, and you knew there was a chance you were gonna regret this. “I’ll be over in ten.” 

I Walk The Line - Reddie [ 01 ]

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is finally enrolled into the Boarding School that he had been fighting for years just to get in. However, not all is what it seems between these walls, full of shadows and unsolved mysteries that dangle on loose threads. Derry Academy has a dark secret that is yet to be revealed and the more Eddie finds out about the unknown, more grains of sand fall to the depths of the hourglass.

Warning(s) For the Whole Series: Rape, self harm, sexual assault, depression and death.

A/N: Please ask in my inbox to be tagged in a taglist for this series if you wish :)

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“And this is your room, Edward.”

“It’s uh, Eddie. My friends call me Eddie.”

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The Bughead reconciliation we deserved

This is totally rushed and emotionally charged and probably has errors but enjoy

Jughead trudged home, the energy sapped from his body as the crushing weight of reality pushed further onto his shoulders. He couldn’t believe it: Mr. Phillips, the one person at Southside who had appeared to take genuine interest in Jughead, was the Sugarman. As if he didn’t have enough going against him.

He walked up the steps to the trailer, quickly slamming open the door and preparing to head straight for the fridge when he realized that the door should have been locked. 

He looked up, surprised to find a very nervous looking Betty Cooper standing in his living room. Quickly glancing down to check her fists, a habit he would need to work on letting go, Jughead breathed a small sigh of relief to find her fingernails free of her palms.

The relief was short lived, however, as an uncomfortable tension settled between them.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice was rough, a combination of anger and exhaustion giving his tone a darker coloring. Betty took a nervous breath, and he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction as her eyes clouded with apprehension. She should be on edge. She didn’t belong here, not after she made it very clear that she was too good for Serpent trash like him. 

“Jug, there’s something I need to tell you.” She took a small step forward, to which Jughead parried with a small step back. He watched as her lips, once warm and lush and pink, tightened into a thin white line. 

“What? Are you here to tell me that you still love me again?” He crossed his arms across his chest, releasing a laugh that contained absolutely no humor. “Pretty sure you’ve already poured enough salt on that wound for one week, thanks.”

He moved into the kitchen, hoping that if he just walked away maybe she would get the message and let herself out. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He already had so much going wrong this week.

Of course, in typical Betty Cooper fashion, she didn’t leave. Instead she followed him toward the kitchen, leaning over the counter as she watched his back.

“Jughead, please. I need to tell you the truth. There are things you don’t know.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” Jughead mumbled beneath his breath, opening the fridge and pretending to survey it’s decidedly empty shelves.

He didn’t even have to look up to know Betty had furrowed her brow, “What does that mean?” She asked, her voice hardening just a bit.

He closed the fridge, looking her dead in the eye with as cold an expression as he could manage.

“Toni and I kissed. More than once.”

He wasn’t sure why he said it - maybe because he wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt him, or because he wanted to prove to her that he was fine without her. Something inside him told him it was more likely that he was simply incapable of keeping such truth from her. Absolutely none of him felt any better when he saw the pain in her eyes.

“Oh.” She whispered, her eyes flickering down to the floor, “Did it - I mean - Did it mean anything?”

Jughead shrugged, “What does it matter? You broke up with me, remember?”

“I did it to protect you!” Betty’s voice rose suddenly, before quickly finding its way back down to a whisper, “I did it to protect you.”

Jughead sighed, backing out of the kitchen to meet Betty on the other side of the dividing wall, “From what? The Serpents? Newsflash - you’re a little late.” He pushed up the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing the black and green ink that hid underneath. Betty’s eyes widened, just a bit, but she quickly composed herself. Not that it mattered - he knew she was judging him. “Go ahead,” He growled, “Say it - say what you’re thinking. Say all the things you sent Archie to.”

“Jughead that’s not - What Archie said, none of it was true.” Betty looked up at him, her glassy green eyes searching his for even a semblance of understanding. “I told you I would support you, and I meant it. I still do.”

Jughead was reeling with emotion. Why did she have to be here? Saying these stupid things in that stupid soft voice of hers and looking at him with those stupid eyes. His whole body ached just thinking about her, her very presence leaving him feeling like an addict who had just been offered one last hit. He wanted her out, wanted the pain to just stop, but he took one last mistaken look at her crumpled appearance and couldn’t stop his heart from faltering.

“If what Archie said wasn’t true, then why would you break up with me? Why would you -” Jughead’s voice gave out, his throat tightening as he attempted to hold back his emotions, “Why would you take away the only good thing I had left?”

“Jughead,” Betty stepped forward, reaching out to stroke his face on instinct before realizing better and pulling away. 

“Just tell me what is going on Betty.” He was practically pleading now, desperate to know why she had left him. Why, if she never wanted to see him again, she had insisted on helping with the drag race and jumped in his car to ensure they both escaped the police safely. Why, if she really didn’t want him to be a part of his life anymore, she would tell him she still loved him.

Betty took a deep breath, and Jughead braced himself for whatever was about to come next.

“The Black Hood - he contacted me.”

“With the letter, I know.” 

Betty shook her head, “The letter was just the beginning. Last week, I started getting these phone calls. He’s been calling me, threatening me, threatening Polly and Veronica, threatening…”

“Me?” Jughead asked, the pieces in his mind slowly clicking together. He couldn’t believe he had been stupid. He had been too distracted by his insecurities and his anger to recognize what had been going on. He hadn’t even questioned it when Archie had appeared at his door, hadn’t even doubted that Betty was abandoning him. He’d just left her at the mercy of a psychopath. “Oh God, Betty -”

“Please,” Betty started, “forgive me Jughead. I… I understand if you want to be with Toni, if she makes you happy, but I don’t think I can live with myself if you don’t forgive me.”

She looked so small standing in front of him, so vulnerable and so very unlike the Betty Cooper he had fallen for. She had sacrificed so much for him, he couldn’t believe he’d been so selfish.

“Betty,” Jughead rushed forward, capturing her cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips in a bruising kiss. She released a slight sob against his lips, quickly grasping on to the fabric of his shirt and relaxing against him. He breathed her in, the fog that had been surrounding him lifting and giving way to a buzz of pure adrenaline. When pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “I’m so so sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t even notice -”

“No, Jughead - it’s my fault.” Betty placed a hand over his heart, “If I had just talked to you -”

“We should have talked to each other.” He reached up and took her hand into his own, melding his fingers with hers and wishing he could never let go, “I shouldn’t have just taken Archie at his word. I should have fought for you -”

Betty cut him off with a kiss, softer than the first but just as full. “Let’s just forget all of it, okay?” She smiled at him, that wonderful Betty Cooper smile. It hadn’t even been a week, but oh how he’d missed that smile.

If love were a drug, Betty Cooper was, without a doubt, the most addictive of them all.

“I love you.” He whispered against her chin, slowly tracing kisses along her jawline as his fingers trailed around her waist. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Betty captured his face in her hands, bringing his eyes up to meet her own. They were brighter than before, shining exactly the way he remembered them at night. “I love you too.” She said, her lips brushing against his with every syllable, before crashing down into him once more.

I just got my referral letter for top surgery– me, an agender person – someone solidly NOT a trans man.

I’m not on T at all (nor do I have any interest in it at this time), and not once did I have to lie to my therapist. I go by any pronouns and am fine with being called she/her–often in mixed company for the purpose of safety I will say, “I use she/her pronouns,” even though it’s a partial truth.  I just wanted to let any other people out there who don’t want to go on T, use she/her pronouns (but are non-binary), like wearing feminine clothes, and who feel like they’re never going to get top surgery because one or all of the aforementioned, it’s not true.

I’m writing this for the me that needed to read this after a year of fruitless results from a bad therapist, and anyone else who feels scared or worried that they’re going to be cursed forever because they don’t “fit the standard model.”

There are gatekeepers. There will be times when someone will think you shouldn’t have surgery because you don’t mind she/her pronouns, that you showed up in a skirt one day, or that you show no interest in T– but there will be one time you’re not going to be denied– and that’s all it takes. 

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Jimin’s runaway daughter. pt.4

Jimin’s DaughterAU!

Genre: Angst

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5 Finale]

Warning: Sensitive Content (mentions of abuse; read at own risk)


Originally posted by ciutae

This morning was somewhat peaceful, in comparison to other days anyway. Dad was here to stay for breakfast and maybe even lunch before he had to head out for late rehearsals again. Now, I say somewhat peaceful because mum would still give me death glares when dad wasn’t looking and when I was helping out in the kitchen, and mum would walk into me on purpose and because she did it as I had a knife in my hand, I ended up cutting my finger. Yelping out in pain, I dropped the knife I was holding. I turned and saw dad looking at me as he walked over to me.

“What happened?” He asked me, with concern in his eyes and a glint of something else. Something else that I couldn’t read. Mum rushed over from behind me at this moment calling out in panic.

“Baby, what happened?” The fakeness in her voice was thick, but only I would notice that.

“Grab the first aid box.” Dad said to mum, not taking his eyes away from my bleeding finger.

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she.

she is a small infant, staring up into her parents faces, blurry and soft around the edges, giggling and grasping her parents fingers, unaware of any problems in the world.


she is a child, staring at her mother’s beautiful dresses, running her fingers along the silk and the satin, wondering why she can’t wear them. she is watching her mother pin her hair up, the dark thick locks, and feeling her own short-cut hair, and wondering why she can’t have her hair long.


she is a barely a teenager, looking wistfully at her sister, who is smacking her lips as she places lipstick upon herself. she is looking at the boys in the centre of town, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she stares at the graceful curve of their throats, the angles of their noses and the shape of their legs.


she is wondering why she can’t be a she.


she is a teenager now, and she has told her parents how she feels. they look at her, and she can feel the weight of their gazes. although they say everything is alright, she can hear their whispers late at night, curled up in bed, and wonders if there is something wrong with her.


she is with her sister, and she is laughing and she is wearing a dress, and she is herself and she feels wonderful. her joy quietens when she has to take the dress off in order to leave her house.


she curls into a ball, sobbing, once she realises that she can never be herself outside of her home.


she is with her sister, and she is in a place full of bright colours and foreign accents. she is with her sister, and she is wearing makeup, and she is wearing a dress, and she is on top of the world, because she is out in the open, and she is who she really is, and she is diana.


she is whirling her blade around in a fight, slicing and stabbing demons all around her. she whispers her sister’s name as the darkness closes in around her.


she has jolted awake, and there is a blue woman there, a warlock—her name is catarina—and she softly tells her that her sister has died, and diana screams, and she has never felt this pain before, and it feels like her heart has ripped open, and she can’t breathe, and she can taste the salt dripping down her face in tears.


she is in catarina’s home, and she has told her how she feels, how she is a she, but doesn’t look it to others. catarina tells her that is called being transgender—and she is sobbing again, because she has been deprived of a word to describe herself for so long.


she is in the hospital, still in the foreign place, and catarina is helping her, and she is hiding her blood results from the other doctors, and she doesn’t know how to thank catarina, and she looks into the mirror and bursts into tears again.


she is in the foreign place, and she is telling her parents with a lump in her throats that she cannot come back home. she is in tears again, because she has found out her parents are dead. she does not believe her heart can break any more.


she is travelling back to the place of her youth, the place where she had to conceal herself for so long, and she is free. she is open, she is diana.


she is giving a sword to a girl with hair like fire, and a boy with actual fire running through his veins. she is vouching for the family that have lost so much, she is fighting for that family. she has survived the war.


she is taking the place of the blackthorns tutor, and she loves all of them. she sees the bags under julian’s eyes, and sees the way he interacts with arthur, and realised she needs to do something.


she is opening the book of questions, the questions they ask you with a sword that pulls the truth out of you, and scanning them, seeing if she can become the head of the institute. her gaze drops to the question, the dreaded question, and she throws the book at the wall, yelling in frustration.


she has watched the family grow up, seen their hopes and dreams, their nightmares and grief. she has taught them everything they need to know. she is a part of their mix-matched family.


she is investigating the person they call a friend, and her heart cracks even more when she finds him to be a traitor. she wants to take the blame off the blackthorns, she doesn’t even care, but the boy with the truth and the lies balanced in his palms manages to pull it off. she worries for him.


she is holding a golden acorn, trying not to think of the beautiful man with the soft heart behind his intimidating mannor. she is calling catarina for another favour, she is in london. she accepts the offer of the beautiful faerie.


she is in alicante, and her red silk garments make her feel elegant and sophisticated. she is with the beautiful man, flying over the city of glass. she is eating and laughing and drinking, and she feels like gwyn can see right through her.


somehow, she doesn’t mind. she wants him to know.


se is talking, talking, talking with the consul and the inquisitor, and she negotiating, and it frustrates her, how much she needs to conceal in order to get the result needed.


she is exhausted, helping the blackthorns, helping the faerie with the odd blue hair, helping emma, who’s hair curls around her face like gold ribbon, helping the boy who is a herondale but is not sure if he wants to be one, helping the girl with the dark hair and the darker eyes, with the kind soul, who seems to have become a family member, helping the shadowhunter and the warlock that bring hope to the world, helping their children.


she is bandaging the beautiful faerie’s arm, feeling the soft skin under the hard armour, and he is looking up at her, asking the questions she usually dreads.


she doesn’t, this time.


she is pouring her heart out to the faerie, she is offering her life, her story, her every emotion, her truth, and wondering if he will turn away.


he kneels before her, he calls her the bravest woman he has ever met, and she is curling into him, she is shaking with emotions all mixed together. she feels a flicker of hope in her chest.


she is herself.


she is diana.


******

little word vomit fic for diana day because this lovely lady deserves everything in the world.

he is in love [stanley uris x reader]

[you can read part 2 here]

summary: stanley and the reader are best friends, and they slowly start to realize that they are in love ;)

pairings: stanley uris x reader

requested: no

word count: 1373

a/n: 10000% inspired by taylor swift’s you are in love, also this is a modern au and they’re aged up :)

also, i do NOT condone underage drinking, please don’t do it

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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 


“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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