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Hang on To That Feeling

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A/N: This is a planned post. I’m going to put a trigger warning on this just in case. This one is a bit different, so feedback would be lovely. 

Word count: 3,278

”Hey Brian, I don’t have much time. What is it?” I asked, struggling holding the phone to my ear using only my left shoulder. 

My fingers moved across the keyboard on the computer without my eyes gazing down once as I continued to type. 

Multitasking had never been my thing and talking on the phone while typing in corrections for the next meeting at work, wasn’t really working out for me. 

“It’s Shawn” he stuttered and then the air in my lungs what punched out entirely. 

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Ok so I’ve been seeing a ton of those ‘we need more representation at hogwarts’ posts and I was like hell why not more Jewish representation at Hogwarts (and like everywhere else but that’s another story). No like imagine though
  • parents calling/or I guess writing the school to make sure that their kids get a kosher meal option and that there’s a good Jewish presence
  • having Friday night and Saturday morning and Holiday services in the room of requirement
  • bar and bat mitzvahs would be fuckin epic like imagine having your bar or bat mitzvah in the Great Hall like hot damn people would talk about that for centuries like what was your bar/bat mitzvah theme? oh just REAL LIFE WIZARDING MAGIC
  • on a more depressing note learning about how Voldemort tried to wipe out anyone who wasn’t pureblood brings up too many Holocaust parallels and is actually extremely upsetting to many students/ many of the Jewish kids teach their non-muggleborn friends about the Holocaust when they ask why they’re getting so distraught
  • but on a lighter note Hannukah at Hogwarts would be fuckin awesome. like Slytherin students charming their dreidels so they can win every time, Hufflepuffs making everyone homemade gifts and shit, EVERYONE fucking making latkes bc those rule, also the kitchen elves being like wtf is a latke and the students being like prepare to have your mind fuckin blown
  • giving the Jewish students the day off on Yom Kippur bc like how the frick are you supposed to function come on (that should apply to every school not just magical ones let’s be honest here)
  • accidentally saying spells in Hebrew because if you grew up learning Hebrew and English it’s gonna slip out when speaking another foreign language (happens to me all the time in Spanish)
  • getting howlers from concerned mothers who just want you to call back or write back because they love you and they want to make sure you’re warm and well fed (but they remind you that the cooking will never be as good as their own, and your mom is probably right, you miss her brisket and kugel) and if you’re dating anyone make sure it’s a nice jewish boy/girl!
  • religious kids arguing over what kind of magic is okay to use on Shabbat and holidays
  • religious kids getting kippot that match their respective houses
  • religious kids davening in their common rooms each morning
  • having a succah in the courtyard on Succot, but it does the bigger on the inside thing like the tents at the Quidditch world cup, so on the outside it looks pretty small and humble but you get inside and it’s like decked the fuck out and there’s candy from honeydukes everywhere and it’s just amazing
  • dressing up on Halloween and Purim and giving shalach manot to their friends and professors
  • WHY CANT YOU EAT BREAD FOR THE WHOLE WEEK? This question comes up whether you’re in the wizarding world or not let’s face it.
  • HOGWARTS SEDERS. The great hall decorated for the Seder. those long ass Hogwarts tables decorated with like ten Seder plates because they are so long. Students staying up way past their bedtime because it’s the Seder and that’s just what you do. all the kids who were at the Seder just wiped out in classes the next day.
  • Jewish wizards charming matzah into actually tasting decent (what a thought)
  • Jewish wizards inviting their non Jewish friends to Seders and Friday night dinners
  • Introducing friends to the magical bread that is Challah and kids being like 'damn son I do magic all day every day but this is true magic’
  • Jewish wizard couples just because
  • Celebrating Israeli Independence Day at Hogwarts (that would be a dream come true holy moly) like cooking falafel and stuff with the kitchen elves that would be amazing
  • basically just send me to Hogwarts already
BTS TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE
  • Taehyung: I love this movie. Don't you guys love this movie?
  • Jin: I'd love it a lot more if I could hear what they were saying. Jimin can you wake Yoongi up, I can't take his snoring anymore.
  • Jimin moves his hand to Yoongi but his arm is grabbed mid-air.
  • Yoongi: So you have a death wish?
  • Jimin: Oh, you're awake? So you just snore for fun?
  • Yoongi: No, I snore in my free time.
  • Jin: SHHHHH!
  • Jungkook: I'm going to get some popcorn do you guys-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • Jungkook: (Whispers) Want anything?
  • Jimin: Get me a Pocky will you?
  • Jungkook nods and leaves.
  • Taehyung: I just really love this movie.
  • Namjoon: What's to love? It's so predictable. See that guy? He's going to die.
  • The guy dies.
  • Namjoon: See?
  • Taehyung looks like he's going to cry.
  • Hoseok: This why I don't watch movies with you guys.
  • Namjoon: No, this is why we should have watched La La Land.
  • Yoongi: I told you, I don't do romance.
  • Namjoon: You aren't even watching.
  • Yoongi: I'm listening.
  • Jimin comforts Taehyung.
  • Jungkook returns with a single Pocky stick and holds it out to Jimin.
  • Jimin: What is this?
  • Jungkook: You asked for 'a' pocky.
  • Jimin: I meant the whole box.
  • Jungkook shrugs and sits back down, and munches on the single Pocky stick.
  • Jimin: Do you even love me?
  • Hoseok: Don't answer that.
  • Jin: SHHH!
  • Yoongi grabs the pillow from underneath his head and chucks it at Jin but he misses.
  • Jin: Wow. Real classy Yoongi. First you pick this shit movie, then you sleep through it and then you throw a pillow at me for trying to get you guys to shut up so I can enjoy it?
  • Taehyung: Don't say this movie is S-H-I-T.
  • Jimin: Yeah don't say this movie is shit.
  • Jungkook: Oh shit he died?
  • Namjoon: Jungkook you can't say shit!
  • Jungkook: Oh shit, I can't?
  • Jin: Shhh!!
  • Yoongi: I swear to-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • And then there was no more Jin and no more Yoongi. There was only darkness and a stain on the couch from where Taehyung S-H-I-T his pants after seeing the rise of sleep deprived Yoongi murder Jin.
  • ~Armygirl
great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.
  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

anonymous asked:

Asdfghj but imagine GS asking He Tian about his brother being all awkward and embarrassed (he's just a teenager and he was saved by a hot older dude let him live) and He Tian getting immediately defensive omg I'd live for this plotline

‘So … your brother’s kind of–’

‘What about him?’ He Tian cut in, words sharp and echo-less in the apartment.

Guan Shan glanced at him. Swallowed. ‘You seem …’ He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, searching carefully for nuance and sentiment. ‘You don’t get along, I guess,’ he finished.

He Tian breathed a low laugh, turning the page of a magazine. ‘I guess,’ he said dryly. 

‘He looks like you,’ Guan Shan said. An insouciant shrug. A chewed pen breaking down between his molars as he worked on his homework. ‘A bit. A lot.’

He Tian’s eyes narrowed. ‘You mean I look like him.’

‘Maybe, yeah.’ Guan Shan paused. ‘I just–’

He Tian sat up suddenly, legs swung over the side of the bed, magazine abandoned behind him. His hands were laced tightly together, hanging between his knees. His knuckles were white.

‘I get,’ He Tian said, ‘that he helped you yesterday. Saved you. When that guy was …’ He Tian looked away. The sky was a hazy grey of fading lights and high skyscrapers, and He Tian was all shadows on his bed. ‘But you don’t owe him anything. He’s not–He Cheng’s not special for doing that for you, all right? He’s not a fucking hero. Never has been.’

Guan Shan looked at him carefully. ‘You’re saying you would have done the same? If you were there?’

Of course I fucking–’ He Tian broke himself off, words snatched away like brittle ice shards breaking apart. ‘But I wasn’t. And he was. So I guess that’s all that matters, isn’t it? He Cheng the saviour. He Cheng who’s older and taller and knows what the fuck he’s doing and–’

‘He Tian.’

What?’

Guan Shan opened his mouth. Closed it. He pulled his legs out from beneath him, and moved steadily over to where He Tian sat on the edge of his bed. He ran his fingers through the fringe of He Tian’s hair, and let his hand fall on He Tian’s shoulder, feeling a tight knot of muscle and warm skin beneath his palm. He could feel He Tian’s steady breath, strained and carefully orchestrated.

‘He’s older and he’s taller and maybe he knows what the fuck he’s doing. But he’s not you, all right?’

He Tian looked away. ‘You don’t know what he’s like.’

Guan Shan’s fingers slipped beneath He Tian’s chin, and pressed in until He Tian’s head was turning again, dark eyes tilted up and boring in, unrepentant.

Guan Shan said, ‘But I know you.’ He shrugged. ‘He’s fucking–I mean, he’s hot, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.’

There was a silence of hitched breaths and heavy heartbeats. 

‘You’re in love with me?’ He Tian said, quiet.

‘That wasn’t what I said.’ 

A slow grin, serpentine, made its way across He Tian’s face. His fingers were wrapping around Guan Shan’s wrist, his waist, skin hot and searching. 

‘Oh, I think you did.’

anonymous asked:

if you don't mind me asking, why were you team cap? while i was watching the movie i couldn't imagine why anyone would be team cap so i'd love to hear why :0

because he was right. he was right about bucky and he was doing what was right in his heart… i actually kinda think peter helped tony realize that in a way. yes, the regulations were definitely like a good thing, the avengers need to be a little less reckless but at the same time? having the willpower to choose when you can help somebody taken away is hard. when peter said “when you can do what i can do… and you don’t… and then the bad thing happens…” i think it kinda helped tony realize, like, you know… steve is wrong here, he is undoubtably wrong for opposing the rules but at the same time? his reason for doing so is because he doesn’t want to be told no when he KNOWS he can help. proving bucky’s innocence and catching who he thought was gonna unleash a team of super soldiers while NOBODY believed him is case in point for that. steve and tony were both right in their own way but because steve was trying to follow his heart and do what he knew was right, despite being told he was wrong, that’s why i was team cap.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I adore the hell outta your work and honestly i love the way you write and I'd be tHRILLED if you would write a soft taehyung au, like smth sweet for my soft heart pls and ily

i thought of something cheesy and soft,,,please take it off my hands,,,

  • you’ve never really paid attention to the people on the bus,,,,you’re more of a stick my nose into a good book kinda commuter
  • until one day a boy sits in front of you and ,,,, you see his profile for only a split second because what distracts you are the big headphone he’s got on
  • the ones that look like they belong back when walkmans were still around,,,,
  • either way you go back to your book until,,,,you hear it,,,,,,the singing
  • and at first you’re like oh,,,someone’s singing that good song from grease - you’re the one that i want?
  • but then you realize,,,,,,why would someone be singing old musical songs on the bus,,,,,,
  • and why is the sound so close to you,,,,,,,
  • looking up you realize that the boy,,,,, who’s sitting in front of you,,,, is tapping his foot and singing rather loudly on the bus
  • and other passengers are throwing dirty looks his way and sneering but no one is saying anything and you’re pretty aware of the fact that,,,,the boy can’t hear himself can he
  • so you reach out,,,, thinking you should tap his shoulder and tell him to not embarrass himself,,,,then again who are you to butt in
  • but the bus comes to screeching sudden halt and you end up jolting forward,, your hand falling on the back of his shoulder
  • and the singing stops,,,,the boy turning in his seat to give you a confused look and you feel the heat in your face rise up because oh,,,,how do you explain yourself but also,,,,,,,you didn’t know the boy was This Cute,,,,,,
  • taking off the headphone he smiles,,,,to your surprise and asks if you’re ok
  • and you’re like im!!! fine,,,,but um  - you should,,,,,um not,,,,,well ,,,, you should maybe not sing outloud some people on the bus are getting ,,,,, annoyed
  • furrowing his brows the boy goes “me? was i singing out loud?”
  • you nod,,,, clutching your book in your lap and he’s like shaking his head and he’s like “dammit taehyung, you did it again! but thanks for telling me,,,,,to be honest i get into a groove and it kinda just,,,,,”
  • he motions to his lips and shrugs 
  • “the song just comes out.”
  • and you tell him it’s fine,,,,you like grease too it’s just-
  • suddenly he’s turned more of his body around and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like !!!!!! you like grease????? i like musicals so much!!!! whats your favorite song from the movie????
  • shocked,,,you swallow and you’re like “um i like,,,,, s-summer nights???”
  • taehyung’s grin grows and he’s like me too!!!! do you sing,,,,??? ive always thought duets like those are the best,,,,,do you like other musicals???
  • and he’s asking you a bunch of questions,,, but you’re happy the angry passengers aren’t glaring anymore and you try to answer them but it’s hard when he’s just asked you ten different things and also,,,,,his face is so,,,,,,,adorable
  • the driver announces your stop overhead and you’re like i,,,have to get off and taehyung is like woah - what a coincidence im getting off too!! 
  • and you guys head for the door together and the driver’s like “son,,,,the bus is not a stage so tone it  down next time.”
  • and seemingly without embarrassment at all taehyung bows and apologizes, but as you’re walking down the street you can hear him humming the song and you’re like “i have to go that way, but it was nice-”
  • and taehyung pulls out his phone and drops it in your hands and you’re like ??? and he’s like “let’s hangout sometime,,,,i always want to be closer with people who have good music taste”
  • you’re not sure if the entire grease soundtrack means anything like good music taste,,, but you put in your number and taehyun sings out your name and then is like “im going to add some sun emojis to it”
  • and you’re like why??? and he’s like because your favorite song is summer nights!!!!!
  • blushing you’re like o,,,h and taehyung grins again putting his headphones on and waving goodbye to you
  • halfway down the block though you hear his voice again, and you’re like oh taehyung you’re doing it again,,,,,but tbh his voice is pretty nice,,,,,,,his face too,,,,,,,,,,,also the way he laughs????
  • you: what am i doing i just met him dfljkdlh

anonymous asked:

I'd love to hear Tracer/Widowmaker/Mercy/Zarya/Sombra's reactions to having someone who has a crush on them or their current s/o using really stupid pick up lines on them.

I love the idea of the their s/o using dumb pick up lines on them. It’s so creative!

Tracer -
Lena was lounging on the couch, relaxing and watching TV. You dramatically strolled past her to get her attention.
“Hey baby,” You say with a silly grin on your face, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
Lena cracked up laughing, which sent you into a fit of giggles.
“Love, that was so lame!” She laughed. “I loved it.”

Widowmaker -
“Hey Amélie,” You say.
“Hm?” She replies, glancing up from her book.
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?” You ask.
She gives you a confused look.
“Because you have a sweet ass!” You say with a smile.
She lets out a chuckle. “You are a fool.” She says, still smiling. You lightly slap her butt as you walk past.
“You’re my fool, though.” She smiles.

Mercy -
“Angela!” You yell, stumbling into the medbay.
“What?” She asked, clearly alarmed.
“Do you have a band-aid!? Because I scraped my knee falling for you!”
She looks up at you and laughs. She walks up to you and playfully slaps your shoulder.
“You had me worried!” She giggles. You pull her into a big hug and give her a kiss.

Zarya -
“Zarya, are you okay?” You ask. You do your best to look concerned.
“Yes?” She asked, kinda confused.
“You look ill.” You say, “You must be suffering from a lack of vitamin ME!”
“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.” She says with a laugh, before pulling you into a hug.

Sombra -
The hacker was sitting at her computer, like always, typing away. You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her.
“Sombra, are you a computer keyboard? Because you’re just my type!”
She tries to act serious and unimpressed, but you can see her smile. You lean in until your lips are against her ear, “Did you get those pants on sale? Because at my place they’re 100% off.” You whisper.
At that, she cracked up laughing.
“You’re lucky we’re already dating, mi querido, because those were awful.”

Harry Styles. Thats who you were paired with on the biggest project for your class. Cocky, smug, king of laziness, frat boy Harry Styles. You weren’t sure how he even passed classes because it seems he always did the minimal amount of work, if that. It was probably that charm of his. As much as you loathed him, you had to admit that boy had some good looks and charm helping him float through college.

“Like somethin you see love?” Harry’s remark brought you back to reality. You didn’t realize but while you were in thought about how annoying but good looking Harry was, you had been staring at him. Him catching you caused you a blush to form upon your cheeks. You hoped he didn’t see that because god knows he’d enjoy that and never let you live it down.

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed “As if Styles. I wasn’t even staring at you, I was zoned out thinking about our project we should be working on” You watched as he chuckled Ann’s proceeded to smirk that god damn Harry Styles smirk at you.

“I was thinking since you’re so smart and nerdy that you could do most of it and I will present it. Ya know since people actually enjoy it when I talk.” He flashed you a smile, set back and propped his feet up on your chair and just shrugged.

It took all you had not to scream at him. You could feel your cheeks heating up and not with a blush this time, no, with rage. It always happened when you got really mad. You pushed his feet off your chair and took a deep breath.

“If you think you’re gonna charm your way out of doing your part for this project like you always do you are dead wrong Styles. I will not do this on my own” You slammed your pen down on your notebook, crossed your arms and glared at him.

“Wait wha was that, ya think I’m charming?” Harry wore another smug look. You didn’t think that boy knew any other look. He was always thinking everyone found him so hot, and so charming. Really all you found him was irritating as hell. Well maybe a little easy on the eyes as well. But you’d never let him know that.

“Seriously?! That’s what you chose to focus on? Out of everything I said?! God you push my buttons” you sighed and sat up straight and looked him in the eye. “Look Harry, this project is a huge part of our grade. I cannot do all the work, and if you don’t do your part half isn’t done and that’s an F. School and grades may not matter much to you, but it does to me” Your voice got weaker and more quiet as you finished speaking. “We all can’t not give a shit and fly by with our good looks and charm.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Hey, I’m sorry okay? I didn’t realize how much this mattered to ya. I know I can be cocky asshole sometimes,” you rolled your eyes and he flashed you a quick smile, “but I didn’t mean to get ya all upset. To be honest yeah school isn’t my thing, but I don’t want that to affect your grades. I’ll do my part, promise.”

Harry’s voice sounded genuine, and full of compassion. Not his typical smug tone of voice with his signature smirk. Matter of fact, he wasn’t smirking, he genuinely looked like he had meant what he said and actually cared. He stuck his pinky out at you, “pinky promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at that “Alright Styles, pinky promise. But break your promise, I break your pinky.” You took his pinky with yours and made the promise.

“Oh love, I would never want your gorgeous self to break my pinky, it’d break my heart” Harry caught your eye and winked. You hid your face in your hair so he didn’t dare see the blush and small smile his words had caused. This was going to be an interesting and long project together.

anonymous asked:

I'd love some angst with happy ending for Bellarke: "we have a kid that you don't know about, oh shit....we meet again and that's your son".

thanks for the prompt, nonny! i hope it delivers on the angst, it’s not my usual MO (the happy ending definitely is though)

(ao3)

“Latte for Bellamy.”

Clarke’s head snaps up embarrassingly quickly. It’s not a common name, Bellamy, and while there’s every chance in the world it isn’t him, she can’t bring herself to believe it won’t be.

And then, of course, it is him. A little bit neater than when they were in high school, a little bit less cocky swagger and more genuine self-confidence in the way he carries himself, but it’s undeniably Bellamy Blake. Her– She doesn’t even know where to begin explaining who he is to her.

She’s staring, her own coffee cup hovering halfway to her mouth, and when he turns around his gaze is drawn to hers like a magnet. Like it always used to be.

He freezes.

And then a grin overtakes his face, brighter than anything she’s ever seen, and wow he grew up well.

“Clarke?”

She’s out of her seat and wrapped up in his arms before she even registers moving, but he’s clutching her tightly, firm and warm and solid and here.

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Preference; I’d Understand

Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!

ALEC VOLTURI

In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.

It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?

You were doubtful.

You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.

“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.

“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.

“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.

“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”

PAUL LAHOTE

You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your blog, I'm really glad I found it! -/////- I'd like to request a headcanon for Zoro, Law, Sabo and Ace about getting jealous when their crush/gf is being hit on. I hope it's not too much trouble! :D

Thank you dear! I really appreciate it!! I decided to do crush bc yes 

(Also you guys are never trouble, please don’t feel the need to apologize or anything alongside it^^)

[& I’m also assuming it isn’t some crusty dude but an actual thing]

Zoro

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  • He’d get all pissy and bitter, probably ignore you depending on if you were like ‘aw thanks boo’ 
  • At the same time he wants to fight that dusty dude
  • But if he does you’ll be suspicious and might find out that he likes you
  • He’ll then proceed to pretty much avoid everyone and wallow in jealousy & hate 

Ace

  • THE SAD JEALOUS
  • He’d see this person hitting on his crush and… he can’t be like ‘back off they’re mine’ because you aren’t 
  • He’d be like ‘oh… that’s nice’ bc he doesn’t want to accidentally anger you as you could’ve had interest in them
  • then he’ll overthink it and get down bc ‘maybe they’ll be better off with them. I don’t know anything about relationships, and I’m me like  sdfugsfishfugsdjfguayfg
  • I feel like he’d always have that lingering insecurity that everyone else is better than him but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sabo

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

  • he hates being jealous
  • It’s kinda like a child between bitterness and anger
  • not cool
  • He also can’t act on it which makes it worse, as yet again he’d rather not reveal his crush by carrying you away from a decent conversation 
  • Which forces him to sit there awkwardly watching the two of you talk
  • or he could leave, which you could notice and he’d have to come up with a believable story

Law

  • *death stare intensifies x10*
  • Like Zoro, he’ll get more irritated and grouchy
  • Most likely will ignore you for a while if you hit on them back
  • Probably will knock the person tf out later

anonymous asked:

Wow thank you for posting that! It's actually pretty funny to imagine Steve at a con, being surrounded by all these people dressed up as people he works with. I actually did know about Steve's job as an artist for Captain America comics, but I'd never heard of Tony cosplaying as himself? How does that work? Do people just assume he's a normal guy and totally not the real superhero that he looks exactly like?

Oh, my dear anon, please allow me to tell you about Iron Man v1 #72. You can tell even before you read it that it is THE BEST COMIC because its title is “Convention of Fear!” with an exclamation point and everything. (Okay, it’s not actually the best comic, but it’s pretty funny.) And, yes, people assume he’s just a regular guy and totally not the real Iron Man. 

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I'd rather stay here with you - Jeff Atkins x reader

summary: you’re stuck babysitting for Jeff’s little sister on a Saturday while Jeff is suppose to be at a party, but he decides to stay home and hang with you instead.

another fluff :) the support on my last image was incredible, so thank you guys so much <3 please send in requests (or ships? 😉) because my inbox is open and empty! :)
warnings: none
enjoy ;)

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    Saturday night is a pretty active night, correct? Teenagers out partying, parents going to dinner, all those fun fixings. However I was stuck babysitting for the night, which totally blows. Now don’t get me wrong, I love kids, especially this one in particular, but if I were to count on my hands the events I’d rather be doing on a Saturday, I’d need another’s set of hands.

   Pulling up to the familiar house, I see that another car is here; Jeff’s car. “Well that’s weird.” I say aloud to myself, “He’s suppose to be at the party by now.” I just shrug it off, thinking maybe he got picked up by a friend. However, I’m not going to lie when I say my heart was beating a little faster than usual as I gathered my bag and my keys, making my way up to the door. Ever since 8th grade I’ve had a major crush on Jeff, but we’ve only just been friends. Nothing more, nothing less, and quite frankly I was fine with that. I knock on the door twice before Jeff himself answering it.

   “Hey y/n! Come on in!” Jeff says, his smiling making my heart beat uncontrollably.

   “Hey Jeff.” I respond, stepping into the house. I’m immediately greeted with a hug from his 7-year-old little sister. “I thought you’d be at the party by now?” I ask Jeff, turning away from his little sister to face him. I hear footsteps fading behind me, indicating that his little sister has left the room, leaving us alone. Jeff lets out a huff of hair and steps towards me, and suddenly our faces are inches apart.

   “Parties are overrated. I’d rather be here with you.” Jeff says, looking from my eyes to my lips. A smile forms on my lips and before I can say anything, Jeff crashes his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss, moving my hands into his hair as his hands are on my waist. My heart pounding, my hands tugging on his hair, and my lips trying to get even closer to his. A giggle forced out lips apart, both of us turning to face his little sister.

   “You guys are cute!” She says, smiling. She then runs up to Jeff, whispers something in his ear, and runs off to the kitchen.

   “What she say?” I ask, smiling at Jeff, his hair a mess. Somehow, he still looked amazing. Jeff laughs as he pulls me in, our foreheads touching.

   “She said she’s always hoped we live happily ever after together.” He says, pecking my lips lightly. I smile and nod before pulling him into another kiss before we walk to the kitchen together, hand in hand.


YIKES BOIS IM SORRY THIS SUCKED LMAO PLZ REQUEST ANYTHING I NEED REQUESTS. THIS LEGIT HAD NO DEVELOPMENT WHATS SO EVER SORRY

today i want to talk about the phrase “it gets better”

because guess what. sometimes it doesn’t get Better. All the way better.

but guess what. it also does get Better. it gets better. kind of.

this post is dedicated to the boy who said that i am “proof it doesn’t get better.”

what i should have told him: fuck you.
what i told him: gosh thanks sweetie, fuck you

what i should have said: you don’t know me. you don’t know where i have been, or where i am now, or where i want to be.
what i said: don’t pretend to understand what you can’t know. how my mind is a labyrinth and i was locked in the center, in a small quiet room, the eye of the storm if you will.

what i should have said: true recovery is never linear, never a straight upwards slope. you are not a mathematical equation. you are human. you are nature. you breathe into your lungs what fuels forest fires. you are not a number that can be put into a grid, you are not a statistic, you are not a point on a line chart, you are a person.
what i said: i broke open the door at the center of this labyrinth full of Doors. behind this door was a feather bed with memory foam pillows. it was almost comfortable. it was heavy. yeah, seriously, it was almost really comfortable, when i didnt mind the whole swallowed-by-my-bed thing, or the whole brain-encased-in-cement-like-pillow-that-grows-harder-and-harder-and-harder-to escape-the-longer thing. i looked like a beetle on its back. a beetle thinking about trying to get up, arms treading air hopelessly. i hope you laugh at that image. because yeah. it felt peaceful, and comfortable, and hilarious that i’d even think to struggle my way out of this silence. but i did. i did i did i did i did

BETTER WILL LOOK DIFFERENT ON EVERYONE.

for some, yeah. better will be a life totally free of mental illness. amazing. it could be you. it might not be. but it could be. the teenage brain is a complicated thing, and sometimes mental illnesses, like depression and anxiety, are the products of chemicals that over or under produce. the developing brain is capable of balancing itself out. scientifically speaking, there is a reasonably high chance that a teenager with depression or anxiety will recover in early to mid adulthood.

IT WILL GET BETTER.

for some, better will look a shit ton like worse. mental illness will stick around, it will be something you live with for a long time. this is more likely true if you develop a disorder in your later teens or early twenties (but no one can use this as an indicator). having said that, apparently even people with personality disorders have a chance of emergence after about ten years. sometimes a sticky mental illness will only arrive in bouts. it will not be constant. your life will know better seasons.

IT WILL STILL GET BETTER.

and a lot worse, but it will always always always always get better. if you have experienced joy, you will experience joy again. there’s no reason you won’t. if it was possible before. it happened. it was real, and so were you.

what i should have said: the better you become at lifting weights, the lighter they do not become. you run track, boy. you keep pushing to run further, faster. and this pain, your heaving lungs and shaking legs, you take it with you. it tells you if it was worth it… they always get you there.
what i said: with every door i break down, comes another breed of monster. the further i get from the center, i think the labyrinth is more and more afraid of losing me to peace, to joy, to myself. it is a selfish thing, these walls, they love me more dearly than you ever will love anyone. the further i go, the tighter it grips into my shoulders, the more the void begs me to stay, the sharper the teeth of the wolves behind every door. when i kill a monster, i yank out its teeth, cracking blood over my hands, and i use the teeth like knives. i break down another door, and the new wolf smells blood. sometimes i can barely hear the murmur of the ocean, or see the slip of the mountains, but the glimpse through a threadlike crack in the wall is enough. i’m coming, i whisper to them. my strikes of light. im coming im coming im coming

sometimes better looks likes worse. sometimes better is learning exactly what is eating at you, what triggers you, what the root problem is, and confronting them with guns in your hands. it hurts. it’s a huge struggle. but in a way, this can be “better.” staring it in the face and fighting will always be better. talking about it will always be better. always. fighting always looks uglier. 

sometimes better looks ugly. like seeing the ugly. like letting others see your ugly. letting friends, family, strangers, or doctors or therapists see your ugly. sometimes better looks like being loved despite all your ugly. 

sometimes better looks like crouching on the floor, crying and begging god to heal you. at least you’re finally asking someone other than yourself.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE AT LEAST IM TRYING A LITTLE BIT.

what i should have said: TODAY FEELS LIKE SHIT. TELL ME IT DOES. GRIEVE WITH ME. I GOT UP THIS MORNING AND I WASHED MY HAIR. I EVEN PUT ON LOTION. IT SMELLED LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE LAVENDER. I SMELL LIKE GROWING THINGS. I MADE MYSELF A CUP OF TEA AND WENT BACK TO BED. I DRANK TEA. IN BED. I EVEN GOT OUT MY NOTEBOOK. I DIDNT WRITE IN IT, BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I’D WRITE. I GOT TO WORK. I GET TO WORK EVERY DAY. IT’S ALL THE INTERACTION I HAVE ENERGY FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT I DID IT. I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT I SLEPT FOR A WHOLE FIVE HOURS ISNT THAT GREAT? I KEPT BREATHING EVEN THOUGH IT FELT LIKE THEY WERE FILLED WITH CEMENT. ISNT THAT GREAT? ISNT THAT GREAT? IM ALIVE ISNT THAT GREAT? IM STILL HERE. WONT YOU CELEBRATE THAT WITH ME. WONT YOU TELL ME GOOD JOB. I SURVIVED. I PUT ON MY CHAPSTICK. MY LIPS AREN’T BLEEDING TODAY. I DID IT. I DID IT. I DID IT.
what i said: ye u right 

sometimes better looks like understanding yourself, and knowing how to cope. sometimes better is not being able to get out of bed, but still being there to lie there. sometimes better is learning to avoid your triggers. sometimes better looks pathetic and ugly to the world around you, but it is contentedness in where you are, and giving yourself the grace to gently grow better.

sometimes better is only patience and grace and forgiveness and quiet mornings where you know you can start the clock over again.

sometimes better looks like ugly catharsis embraced. sometimes better looks like screaming. sometimes better looks like coping.

BETTER LOOKS LIKE SCARS.

this is not to say you need to hurt yourself, this is to say whatever hurt you have experienced, it is yours and you have felt it and it will heal in some way, somehow. even if it is visible. even if it is ugly. the ugly is beautiful, they tell stories of your resilience, stories of grace. you do not need physical scars to have a story. you only need the breath in your lungs.

IT GETS BETTER.

you figure out how to live. you learn how to cope. you let people surround you, one person, or five. you let your hands be held. you let them hold your shoulders up, when you can’t. you embrace them when they can’t imagine it. you exist for each other.

you don’t do It.

IT GETS BETTER.

you cannot see this future ahead of you. the future is an open highway at five in the morning, with the sun coming up. the earth is round, you can see the horizon. you never know. you never FUCKING know. yeah, dude. there might be a car crash waiting for you. or a beach. or a beautiful sunset. or a hitchhiker who changes your life. four years ago i was a junior in high school, and i had endless panic attacks over the future. i had absolutely no plan whatsoever, and i am still terrified. but i have a plan now. and it’s a good one. one i never ever saw coming. but it’s an open window in april. maybe it feels like sunshine, or a rainy baptism, or a brewing storm prickling my skin with electricity. sometimes the future almost kills me. i don;t know if i’ll go out the window, or if i’ll stay inside. i feel every emotion every day, and i am terrified, and i am hurt and bruised, but sometimes i’m glad i’m here to be terrified. i still want to die, every day, but every day that i stay, i prove to myself that i can. and the earth sometimes opens up the clouds while she rains, and there are rainbows across the sky. when i can’t find the rainbows, when im crying or panicking or lonely or suicidal: i rub my eyes, and there, i see a glimpse of the color. so maybe this is what god meant by promises. i don’t know. 

BETTER BELONGS TO YOU. DO NOT LET A SHITHEAD DICTATE WHAT IT SAYS.

boy, if you’re reading this, and it hurts, okay. now you almost know how it felt. i hope this helps you feel like you’re getting better. that you’re proof it gets better. because lord knows, we don’t need me to be the example for it to be true.

Late

Request: Shawn comes back from a celebrity party really wasted and Y/n worries and they get into an argument but the make-up and y/n is all like “You smell like a wet dog” / You’re seriously like a man-child / “You cannot banish me! This is my bed too!”

a/n: hiiii!! this is just a little short one but i hope y’all enjoy it!! i’ll be watching the grammy’s tonight so if you’re tuning in as well we should chat about it! i have a really busy few weeks coming up so i’ll try and get more writings up as soon as i can! but school is my top priority! i hope y’all are having a nice end/start to your week!!💜💜💜

           It was after three in the morning when you heard the door unlock to your apartment.  Shawn wasn’t very careful going about his actions either.  You heard him fling his shoes off as they loudly came in contact with the floor, you heard him stomp down the hall until he paused his movements for a moment.

           There was a part of you that wanted to be mad at him. He promised he wouldn’t some home late, yet here he was trailing in after three in the morning.  But then again, you knew he was out having a good time with his friends.

            He walked into the room, trying to be quiet, which backfired on him when he opened the door too fast and fell face first on the floor. 

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EXO’s Reaction to Their GF Dancing Sexually w/ Another Guy...

Cont: …and finding out he was gay. (also I changed it from crush to GF SORRY but i thought it would be a bit more easier to apply and relate to. if you want i can always write another where you’re their crush


Xiumin:

Even after you explained to Xiumin that your friend was gay, he wouldn’t budge on his position. “Don’t touch him like that–and don’t let him touch you like that either. I’m your boyfriend. Not him,” he’d say, his face showing obvious annoyance and dissatisfaction at the situation.

Chen:

“Jongdae, he’s gay,” you’d explain to Chen for the fifth time. “I don’t care, jagi, he’s still got a penis,” he’d respond, clearly unhappy about you dancing with him. Despite you repeatedly explaining that your friend is most definitely not interested in females, he’d ask you to not dance on him any longer.

Baekhyun:

Though certainly less than pleased with the situation, Baekhyun would try to be understanding and let you do what you want with your friend. You could see that he wasn’t happy about it though, and would hold off dancing with your friend, which Baekhyun would quietly thank you for later.

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol’s pretty protective about other guys, gay or not, and would pull you aside to have a talk with you. Though you’d reassure him that you friend wasn’t interested in females, Chanyeol would still politely ask that you stop grinding on him out of respect for your relationship.

Lay:

More disappointed in you than anything, Lay wouldn’t really bring it up himself. You could sense something was wrong though and ask him about it. He’d confess that it made him uncomfortable to see you act like that with other guys, regardless of their sexuality.

D.O:

D.O would be pissed and very open about it. The first thing out of his mouth when he pulled you aside was, “What the hell?” When you told him your friend was gay, his position wouldn’t change. “I don’t care. Don’t dance like that with anybody but me,” he’d say, his face stone cold.

Suho:

Always trying to see things from different perspectives, Suho would try to be okay with you grinding on another guy–after all, he was gay, right? Nonetheless, Suho would ask that you stop because seeing you on other guys made him uneasy.

Kai:

Kai would be more confused than anything. “Why are you grinding on him though? I’m right here. I’m your boyfriend. What are you doing?” he’d respond when you told him your friend was gay. You’d later apologize and he’d forgive you, as long as you promised to not do that again.

Sehun:

Not super confrontational, Sehun would give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day. When you finally cracked and asked him what’s wrong, he’d tell you he was pissed that you were dancing with another guy like that. “Sehun, he’s gay,” you’d tell him, but that wouldn’t change his attitude about it.

anonymous asked:

No pressure at all, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the new Google Feud video! I love your analyses so much, thank you!!! Personally, I loved it

thanks for the lovely way you asked this :’) wow you’re so sweet. i really did enjoy this video so much! got so many messages from people saying they found it really significant and ground-breaking in the level of flirtation and openness that dnp exhibited. i sort of disagree (i mean, halloween baking as well as some of the first few vids of gamingmas are going to be hard to top at least in my opinion, as far as flirty and sexual bants are concerned). but there were still some great moments here and couple genuinely thought-provoking ones. 

instead of grouping my thoughts into larger categories this time i’m just going to paste my notes here basically unfiltered bc my night sort of got derailed and i didn’t have time to turn this into something more coherent. but i feel like all of my opinions (probably more than i would share regularly) are covered here and there were so many good bits to discuss ahhhhhh: 

  • ‘google e’ bants: dan being rude af and phil finding a positive interpretation is this just persona-driven bants or really how they are idk anymore
  • the macaroon bants: thanks @ phil for knowing the difference between macaroons and macarons. dan’s voice was very natural and he seemed genuinely surprised they were out of the biscuits. phil says he ate all of them. again, something that on a macro level could be like a phil trope™ but seems like,, that’s just genuinely how he is. phil shutting dan up with a gentle shush. dan immediately falling silent. all of this is too good. also phil said it’s the last macaroon in “our house” and ik that’s old news but it doesn’t make it any less sweet to hear it.
  • phil automatically dragging dan for the dini spon “are we having plugs right now” it was so INSTINCTIVE he didn’t even miss a beat i was literally like :O ? ? ? ??? damn. and also i was v interested in dan’s retort about phil sponning merch? because ??? the merch is both of theirs? this makes it seem like it’s usually phil’s decision to advertise their merch at the end of videos and that’s FASCINATING to me because phil is also the one who seems to take the most initiative with sponning merch in live shows, with posting about sales and new stuff on twitter, with updating us on anything to do w their ticket sales and whatnot during the tour. so it frequently seems that phil has more interest in this more business-y side of their ventures but it was surprising to hear this subtle sort of confirmation of that fact from dan in this way
  • why was dan so insistent on typing?? ? like? what about that warranted all the sassy eye rolling and the “this guy is such a need.” also. he definitely said “need.” it didn’t sound like he had been on course to say “needy” but just cut it off prematurely. but then there’s a jump cut and i automatically imagined phil making fun of him for the word flub and goading him to finish the thought and there were probs some gross “you know you’re a needy bf u spoon” bants that we will never get to hear #rip
  • dan getting things wrong and IMMEDIATELY GOING ON RANTS ABOUT HOW THE GAME IS OBVIOUSLY FLAWED AND WRONG AND BULLSHIT has there ever been anything so typically dan (and phil respectfully trying his hardest not to call him out for how dumb his guesses are like bless him,,, tbh. “does it hurt to pull out hairs” dan wyd). it’s so captivating to me how consistently dan displays this need to never be wrong or mess up on things that he feels he should be good at and so when that happens here, he automatically blames the game instead of admitting that his guesses are kinda shit (though he does admit it one time when phil gets michael jackson and jordan, but that seemed more like an acknowledgment of how good phil is and that he’s bad in comparison, rather than bad in an absolute sense lol.
  • phil happily/comfortably saying “have sex” and “penis” and not being too weird about the word “bondage” all in one video. good. progress. 
  • MORE bAby TALK I WANT TO DIE? (phil guesses “how to raise a baby” and instead of just letting it go he immediately goes into the side comment about “how does anyone actually know how to raise a baby by the way? .. do you just learn it from mother nature?”) how many videos in a row are they going to talk about babies, mention babies, discuss the difficulties of raising babies??!?!?!?!? i’m having a hard time just chalking it up to coincidence at this point, i really wonder if they’ve been correlating the discussion of not being ready to have a dog to the discussion of not being ready to have children anytime in the foreseeable future??? i mean idk why they’d even entertain the idea at this point in their lives but it’s just weird to me that it’s come up sooooo much on dapg recently
  • dans cute flirty mocking and weird faces at phil throughout… 

when he guesses puppy based on phil’s guess of kitten and he makes this face:

then later makes this face:

  • in case anyone was in any sort of doubt, dan flirts like a fuckin five year old. 
  • the effort taken to clarify to anyone who still has any doubts that dan’s ‘anger’ and aggression in dapg vids and especially in competitive dapg vids is completely played up for the purposes of entertainment/comedy. the most interesting thing about this is comparing it to past instances of dan engaging with this topic. most recent was yesterday’s live show when he read out a message that said he was kind of mean in the quickdraw vid and his instinct was to mock them by going “oooooooooohhhhhh was i?” in the most sarcastic, biting tone i’ve heard from him in a while. it reminded me forcefully of the iconic vyou answer about him being mean to phil, when he was like “no. i’m not mean to phil, i’m never mean to phil. … this may not have occurred to you .. etc. etc.” and he’s super condescending and annoyed. on face value, it seems like in the little bit during today’s vid when they’re discussing it, he’s a lot chiller about it and he’s laughing as though to brush it off as just being humorous, even though clearly in the past it’s a topic that has annoyed or upset him. which actually brings me to the thing i found most fascinating about this scene: the JUMP CUT before it, and the sort of FORCED way in which phil says “chill out dan” which gives dan the cue to clarify the whole situation. it seems like a bit that was clearly planned/scripted based on these little details, which makes me wonder if something about the bants that precede it (when dan is making those cute mock-y faces at phil and is like ew i don’t even want the “crummy macaroon”) reminded dan of these comments about him being mean and then he brought it up to phil and asked if they could discuss it for a min before moving on. it seems likely to me that something like this happened, bc the exchange seems really disjointed from the scene before, idk!!!!!!! and if this is what happened, it just cements to me that as casual and amused as dan seemed while talking about it here, it’s clearly something that STILL UPSETS HIM otherwise he wouldn’t’ve randomly remembered it and asked to clarify it to the audience, and idk something about that makes me feel v warm like dan literally won’t tolerate people actually believing he’s angry at phil or mean to him even tho .. it’s obvious .. and poor boy really doesn’t need to go to all this effort to confirm that :( he’s cute and good :(
  • phil seemed to get mildly flustered by dan’s proximity when he’s all like “a bird? a bIRD?” bc he then just gets all high pitched and forgets grammar and goes “chickens is there so yeS that is a very popular question” like honey that barely made sense but ok u tried ur best
  • not even that important but it made me happy: dan reads “how to raise a boring girlfriend” and phil says “stop being mean significant others” and a few years ago phil the Heteronormative Icon would’ve most certainly said boyfriends there and he didn’t, he used a gender neutral term, and i felt years being added onto my lifespan
  • when dan says “blood pressure, they’re basically the same thing, i’m terrible” what the fuck is he talking about? is he saying that “raising an adult” whatever the hell that means, and raising blood pressure are basically the same thing? i don’t .. understand… i replayed that so many times and i still don’t get it
  • “kidnapping your senpai” comment. literal gold. the way dan looks at the camera then pointedly at phil. he wants us to have this one. your efforts have been recognized and much appreciated dan. dw.
  • “i don’t like screaming that often,” says dan. hm.
  • “what the fuck are you doing with babies and duct tape you creepy fucking weirdos,” says dan and i am having incredibly violent flashbacks to 2011-2012. like he literally sounds straight out of 6 years ago and it’s a bit wild.
  • and then obvi. the feeding scene. when they first showed the macaroon at the beginning i literally KNEW that it would only end in feeding (or, as a possible but less likely second option, the loser eating it before the winner can get it). so i was thoroughly unsurprised that it happened. once again, the thing that interested me was the CLEAR jump cut in the scene. so dan first says “i don’t want it. no phil! it’s the dan versus phil board. here we go,” and his hand with the macaroon starts moving towards phil’s mouth, and then the jump cut happens, and it’s like dan has started the feeding process OVER, bc the angle is totally diff, the framing is totally diff, and this time dan is giving the camera that weird stare:
  • INTERESTING. so to me this means they once again paused the scene to talk about what they were going to do, and they ended up doing something that was nearly an exact duplicate of this scene from the nov. 24 live show last year where dan feeds phil chocolate and hams it up big time for the camera and phil is basically like, “what are you doing” and dan verbatim replies “i’m feeding it to you” and idk it makes me wonder what their motivation is (or, i assume, *dan’s* motivation, bc it was dan’s idea in the live show to do this) to just redo this exact exchange for a wider audience?
  • to me that scene in the live show was a big step towards them acknowledging the sort of (romantic) things they obviously know the audience wants them to do and for them to tacitly tell us that maybe once in a while they will actually start to do them but not without a healthy accompanying dose of sarcasm and teasing us for being such trash that we could possibly get excited over something as banal as them feeding each other. it seemed like a BIG step to me at the time bc i was like, ok, here’s them basically telling us that they KNOW us and they hear us and they acknowledge that their boundaries on camera have been very strict and forced and they’re gonna start making some efforts to change that, but like also, we (the audience) won’t get off scot free in that transaction bc we deserve to be made fun of a bit too, for caring so much about such simple and objectively unexciting things. it’s ‘fan service’ to the extent that it is an acknowledgment of what the audience wants to see and of the fact that they have been holding it back for some time, but it’s genuine and brave in the sense of them showing us that they may take these steps and bend some boundaries now from time to time. and it seems like they HAVE to do it this way, with all the sarcasm and blatant stares into the camera, and either vocalized or implied “giving the people what they want” comments, in order to not ACTUALLY LITERALLY be accused of baiting/fan service. think about the tricky position they are in where even if they want to loosen boundaries and act more natural, literally everything they do gets scrutinized and becomes fodder for people to accuse them of faking shit in order to gain views. it seems the only way to stave it off is to make fun of it themselves and jump out ahead of that criticism. all in all, the exchange in this vid seemed to me like they made a conscious and somewhat premeditated effort to communicate something very similar, but this time for their dapg audience of 2.6M rather than the limited live show audience of some tens of thousands. that seems significant. i want to keep thinking about it forever

ahhhhh i’m sorry this is immense but like, who expected anything different???? what a gr8 vid, they keep giving me so much to think about. and they keep UPLOADING. JFC. it’s crazy! god bless the 2017 rebranding which seems to be all about flirting and softness and touching and phil being assertive and dan being petulant and both of them following through  more than i ever expected on their promise to re-commit and focus more on making youtube content. dnp r the only thing saving my 2017 lol <3 

anonymous asked:

Finished Persona 5 and I was hoping someone writing some sweet imagines. Very nice ones at that! I'd like to ask: how would the Phantom Boys react to their S/O showing up with bruises and wounds, and then they discover S/O is a Persona user too at the Metaverse. Thanks you so very much!

I’m glad that you sent me this request!! Thank YOU anon!! I hope you like it!

Note: I’m writing this under the assumption that S/O doesn’t have healing abilities or access to medical supplies.


Akira:

  • Akira had invited S/O over to Leblanc for a movie marathon date.
  • S/O stretched after one of the movies, causing their shirt to rise up their torso. The moment Akira notices their injuries, he addresses it, an expression of concern etched on his face.
  • “S/O… what happened to you?”
  • S/O glanced down at their waist and casually replied, “Oh, this? It’s nothing; I joined the soccer team and practice is pretty tough.”
  • Akira nodded, his expression now turned neutral. He didn’t believe them for a second, but he let it slide for the night.
  • The next day, they texted him regarding their scheduled hang-out. S/O said that they had ‘soccer practice’.
  • Akira took advantage of the situation and tailed S/O after school.
  • However, they suddenly vanished in a crowd at Shibuya. He scanned the area, but he saw no trace of S/O.
  • A thought crossed his mind. Akira equipped his phone and fired up the Metanav. 
  • Destination: Mementos.
  • Once he was teleported to the Metaverse, he hurriedly set off toward Mementos, eager to locate S/O.
  • Joker wandered through the subway with ease.
  • S/O must have wiped out the Shadows already… Impressive.
  • Joker smirked to himself, and he eventually encountered S/O while they were in combat with what appeared to be a powerful Shadow.
  • “Persona!” S/O’s voice echoed throughout the corridor, and their Persona manifested with a flash of electric-blue flames.
  • The Shadow grunted, but it seemed to have resisted S/O’s attack. It countered, and S/O dodged with grace.
  • Joker’s lips formed another smirk as he joined S/O’s side. “Need some backup?” he asked confidently.
  • S/O nodded in response. “It’s about time you showed up. Let’s finish this!”
  • The duo easily defeated the Shadow with their combo attacks and Joker’s Wild Card ability.
  • “Wow, that ability is incredible!” S/O’s eyes glistened with adoration and pride.
  • Joker rubbed the nape of his neck, slightly embarrassed. “Thanks. Your skills are pretty incredible, too.” He paused. “So, soccer practice seems to be going well…”
  • S/O sighed. “Yes… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
  • Joker gripped their waist and pulled them closer, mischief written all over his face. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up to me.”
  • They snickered and wrapped their arms around his shoulders. “You’re very bold. I feel like I’m seeing a whole other side of you.”
  • He nodded. “Same to you… I’m glad you’re safe.”
  • S/O thanked Joker for the help, and the couple held each other for a few more moments, savoring each other’s presence, until they departed from the Metaverse.
  • From then on, he joined them for ‘soccer practice’, and the duo coordinated very well together. Eventually, S/O joined the Thieves, and their skill proved to be quite valuable.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji and S/O were play-fighting at his house, as usual.
  • S/O rolled up their sleeves for intimidation, but they had forgotten that their arms were coated in scratches.
  • Ryuji’s chocolate eyes widened.”Woah, what gives, babe?”
  • S/O followed his gaze and replied, “Oh, um… these are from my cats.”
  • “Didn’t know ya had cats…” Suspicion dripped from his voice.
  • “Y-yeah, someone just dropped them off in front of my place. Weird, huh?”
  • “Totally. Well, let me know if ya need any help, m’kay?” He kept his voice light, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were lying.
  • While they were on their study date the next day, Ryuji noticed something written in their planner for Sunday: ‘Underground - Afternoon’.
  • Ryuji confronted S/O about it when they returned from the restroom, but they simply stated that they were going to distribute flyers for the cats, in case anyone wanted them.
  • Doubt overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t just leave it be anymore. 
  • His decision was made, and he impatiently waited until Sunday. Right around noon, he staked out at Shibuya Station.
  • Sure enough, S/O appeared. Ryuji followed them into a small alleyway and cornered them.
  • “Whaddaya think yo-” He clamped his mouth shut when the familiar sound of the Metanav being fired up penetrated his ears. “No friggin’ way…”
  • S/O whipped around. “Ryuji! W-what do you think you’re doing here?”
  • “I could ask you the same thing! Since when did you get the Metanav?”
  • S/O blinked. “…Is that what this is called?”
  • “You’re usin’ it without knowin’ what it is?!” Ryuji sighed and dropped his head. “This kinda stuff is dangerous, S/O. Ya can’t just go around playin’ with weird apps and fighting on your own.”
  • “So… you have that power too, don’t you? …Persona?”
  • “…Yeah.” They stared at each other for a minute, deep in their thoughts.
  • “…Want to come with me? I could use a capable partner.” S/O offered their hand.
  • Ryuji hesitated for a moment, and the corners of his lips tugged into an ear-to-ear smirk. “What are we waitin’ for? Let’s kick some ass!”


Yusuke:

  • Every time Yusuke saw S/O with a fresh set of bruises on their legs, he would question them.
  • And every time he did, S/O claimed that they were merely clumsy and constantly bumping into objects.
  • He believed them wholeheartedly.
  • Although, something else occupied Yusuke’s mind; the Palace that the Thieves were currently infiltrating displayed a rapid and sudden decline in Shadows.
  • The Thieves theorized that it was either ‘black-mask’ or possibly another unknown Persona user.
  • One day, when the Phantoms Thieves were relaxing in a safe room, Fox was elected to keep watch outside.
  • That’s when he saw it: a face was peeking around the corner of the wall, and when the two locked eyes, a blur had rushed past him and down the hallway.
  • Fox immediately sprung to action; he knocked on the safe room door to signal that there was a disturbance, and he raced after the stranger.
  • “Stop!”
  • The intruder ignored his commands and leaped around the Palace like a spring, trying to throw him off their trail.
  • However, Fox had the advantage of long legs, and he inevitably caught them by the shoulder.
  • The impact knocked the two over, with Fox on top of the mysterious person.
  • “…You could have taken me out to dinner first,” they breathed as a pink flush crept upon their cheeks.
  • His eyes widened with recognition; he knew that voice…
  • “S/O? What on earth are you doing here?”
  • “I don’t know?”
  • Fox narrowed his eyes. “That’s a cheap answer. This is no laughing matter; it’s dangerous here!”
  • S/O’s cheeks turned a shade darker. 
  • He’s even more handsome when he’s angry..
  • They shook their head and snapped back to reality. “R-really? Because from what I could tell, you didn’t seem to run into too much trouble.”
  • It finally clicked in Fox’s head. “So you’re the anomaly that’s been eradicating Shadows…”
  • S/O nodded smugly. “No need for thanks or anything.”
  • Fox could hear his teammates’ heavy footsteps. He locked eyes with S/O, his face inches from theirs. “You’re not off the hook yet. We will discuss this later.”
  • S/O’s rapidly increasing heart rate insinuated that they weren’t going to survive until later.