and my favorite song that reminds me of them

Music Ask :D

I got tagged on my main by the absolute sweetest @canadiangold. Thank you Alex!! I’m answering here since I don’t really do this kind of thing on my main. 

A song you like with a color on the title: Glitter and Gold by Barnes Courtney, lol you guys know of my obsession XD 

A song you like with a number on the title: Two is Better than One by Boys Like Girls, a classic on my playlist 

A song that reminds you of summer time: Take it Easy by The Eagles, it’s a combo of the title and the fact that I finally saw them in concert in July a few years ago - one of my favorite songs of all time!!

A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget: Mean to Me by Brett Eldridge, yeah a boy was kind of involved…

A song that needs to be played LOUD: How Far We’ve Come by Matchbox 20, hands down!

A song that makes you want to dance: Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Sunshine Girls, huge staple of my childhood!

A song to drive to: One Headlight by The Wallflowers

A song about drugs or alcohol: Tequila Sunrise by The Eagles, I really really love them okay? (a real throwback video linked lol but check them out on spotify!)

A song that makes you happy: Paradise by Coldplay 

A song that makes you sad: Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park, since middle school 

Not the most original choices, but there they are! I tag @the-heart-alchemist, @haganehimura @gomboc123 @queenxolivier @lucasnator2 @princesstuttu if you guys want to do it!!

We don’t talk anymore,
And that’s okay,
But I know you still love me.
If that’s true,
You’ll keep up with my favorite things.

Listen to my favorite music.
When new songs come out,
Listen to them!
Because I’ll be listening to them too.

Watch my favorite tv shows.
When new episodes come out,
Watch them!
Because I’ll be watching them too.

Watch my favorite movies.
When a sequel come out,
Watch it!
Because I’ll be watching it too.

Maybe one day,
We’ll be doing these things,
At the same time,
But we’ll never know,
Because we don’t talk anymore.

Please, just do anything,
Anything that reminds you of me.
Because no matter how far deep we’ve gotten,
I know you’ll find your way back to me.
Please, keep me close to your heart.
—  We Don’t Talk Anymore
But Please Keep Up With Me

Hi Taylor! My name’s Michelle and I’m 15 years old. Thank you so so so much for being in my life and writing songs, because now I play guitar and write my own songs! It feels like just yesterday I heard ‘Mean’ and immediately became obsessed! Since you don’t really know me, I thought I would make a list of 13 things about me.

1. I have a cat named Baby, who’s 14 years old. (I’ll show you a picture of her sometime!)

2. I’m taking a guitar class at my high school. We had to learn a song on the guitar and I chose ‘Sparks Fly’, which was not the best choice because I’m only a beginner. I was struggling with the F chord and my guitar teacher was laughing, but I got a good grade for my effort!

3. I live in Seattle, Washington, and I will definitely see you there (and maybe Vancouver too) for the Rep Tour!

4. My favorite color is light blue/aqua/seafoam greenish.

5. I write songs because of you, and my very first one was about my dream boy and I called it ‘Dallas’. Maybe I can play it for you someday!

6. I have a sister named Katherine who’s 11, and we’ve grown up with your music!

7. My favorite song of yours is ‘Sweeter Than Fiction’ because it reminds me of my relationship with you!

8. My favorite person (aside from you!) is my friend Hannah. She doesn’t have Tumblr but her Instagram is @parisnicole13.

9. I have an emotional attachment to the choker on the album cover, and I found and bought almost an exact replica, which I am currently refusing to take off. Even when I shower.

10. I’m a freshman in high school, and I was only in third grade when I heard ‘Mean’! It feels like yesterday.

11. My favorite donuts are maple bars. Like, I would die for them.

12. My mom once walked in on me while I was headbanging to ‘Better Than Revenge’. She scared me, I tripped, I fell right into her and knocked her over, which somehow caused my bedroom door to fall off. I still haven’t put it back on because I’m a lazy potato.

13. My favorite holiday is Christmas, because I just love sending out Swiftmas gifts to people on Instagram!! I did it last year too, and it was so fun to watch everyone’s reactions when they open their presents!

Anyways, that’s 13 facts about me. If you ever see this, Taylor, just know that I am probably listening to Long Live and strumming along with my guitar right now.

I love youuuuuuuu @taylorswift


Humans are Weird - Part 6

So I’m writing this right after an anon ask about if I’m continuing the series and they told me how much they liked it, so I’m assuming that other people too are enjoying this little thing. Anyways, enjoy this part!

The floor seemed to be vibrating. While a normal hum was common on a spaceship, the rhythmic vibrations seemed to shake each crewmember. Sil’keen, a young female Grangle, was currently begging Captain Zellnor to find the source of the racket.

“Please, Captain! Me and the other engineers are terrified! We’ve never heard a noise such as this, nor has the ship ever made such a strange vibration before!” She begged, clasping her furred paws together.

Captain Zellnor sighed, his scales a dark shade of orange. He was worried. “Yes. I’ll have-” he stopped as he eyed the crew. “Where are the humans?”

Xylion looked around frantically. Had the vibrations harmed the humans? He didn’t know much about them, but he knew enough about them to notice they were sensitive to certain things. What if this was one of them? What if- what if they were, dare he say it, dead?

Captain Zellnor looked to him. “Find them. Now.”

Xylion nodded, and hurried off towards their cabins as quickly as possible. As he neared Human Mason’s cabin, he felt the vibrations grow louder and he could hear the low beat of…something. Now, he was even more confused. What could that be?

When he reached the cabin door, he typed in the password and he watched as the door slid open. Immediately loud voices were slammed into him. The sound was terrifying. It was like being pushed back. Xylion felt his whole body begin to ache.


Human Jenny shook her head and touched a button on some weird device in the middle of the floor. “Mason, we are not listening to your stupid rap stuff anymore!”

“And your mix of Five Seconds of Summer, One Direction, and Megan Trainor is much better?” Human Isaac questioned, narrowing his eyes at her.

Human Jenny looked him dead in the eye as she pressed another button on the machine. The sound of a woman’s voice blasted out of it. She was singing something about ‘lips’ and ‘lying’, though Xylion couldn’t understand what it meant. Why did the two coincide?

“What are you doing?” He yelled, trying to make them hear him.

Human Fredrick glanced up. Hs mouth moved, but Xylion couldn’t hear him. Human Fredrick frowned before closing the book he was reading and walking over and pressing a button on it. The noise stopped.

“Hey!” Human Jenny cried, her eyes wide.

“Hey, Xylion. What’s up?” Human Fredrick asked, looking at him.

Xylion let out a breath. “What. The. Hell. Is. That?” He was so proud that he was using a human word.

Human Fredrick let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, that is music.”


“You do know what music is, right?” Human Isaac said, his eyes wide as he stared at him.

Xylion crossed his tentacles. “I know what music is, Human Isaac. That? That wasn’t music.”

Human Jenny stood up and crossed her arms. “That was music, Xylion. Good music.”

Xylion sighed. “Show me, then.”

Human Jenny smiled at him as she typed something into the machine. A song then began to play.

Xylion frowned at the lyrics. Why was this woman talking about gold and wanting to be like herself when she was already herself? It was confusing.

He shook his head. “I’m not into it.”

Human Jenny sighed. Human Isaac grinned. “Mason’s turn!”

Human Mason nodded, walking over to the machine and typing something in.

Xylion listened to the weird conversation between two men. That was definitely not music. He was about to state that when he heard a dude began to talk really fast. Did he say…Rap God? What in all of Galactia was rap? He knew what a god was, but a rap god?

He shook his head. “He doesn’t sound like the girl.”

“They’re different people, Xylion.” Human Isaac said, shaking his head in disappointment.


Human Isaac pointed at Human Fredrick. “It’s your turn.” He said, a wicked grin on his face.

Human Fredrick nodded as he typed something into it. Xylion listened to the sound of thunder and bells. He frowned. Was this music?

Suddenly, a voice began to sing. Xylion nodded. “This is actually pretty good. Just like back home.”

Human Isaac snickered. Xylion frowned. “What?”

He didn’t have to answer. Xylion heard it. The sound of sudden screaming. Instead of the smooth voice, he heard them yelling at him about ‘devils’ and ‘shoulder’s. Xylion almost screamed in fear.

Human Fredrick quickly turned it off. Human Isaac chuckled. “Alright, my turn, fellas.”

Xylion was terrified. What could Human Isaac be showing?

He immediately heard a voice talking. It was repeating ‘back’, and then it began talking about coffins. Xylion shook his head. “No, I don’t like it.”

Human Isaac sighed as he turned the music off. “You didn’t like any of that?”

“No! Who sung them?”

Human Jenny chuckled. "Mine was Me Too by Megan Trainor.”

“Mine was Rap God by Eminem.” Human Mason said, his voice showing no emotion, as the humans called it.

Me, Myself, & Hyde by Ice Nine Kills.” Human Fredrick said, nodding to himself.

Human Isaac ran a hand through his curly hair. “Mine was Back from the Dead by Skillet.”

Xylion shook his head. “Those were all terrible.”

Human jenny shook her head. “You’re impossible to please, Xylion.”

Xylion shook his head, and then recalled something. “Say, why were you guys fighting over the songs? Don’t you all like them?”

Human Isaac laughed. “Puh-lease! Us humans are even harder to please than you, Xylion! No one likes the exact same music as someone else! There’s so much to choose from that it’s virtually impossible!”

“There’s more than just those songs?”

Human Jenny nodded. “Of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be?”

“You mean you don’t just have five different performers?”

“There’s thousands of bands and artists out there. I mean, I don’t even know all of them, and I am a music savvy.” Human Isaac said, shrugging.

Xylion nodded. “So you don’t even know all of your own music makers, and there are different ways to create music?”

HUman Fredrick nodded. “For example, Megan Trainor is classified as a pop singer slash songwriter, Eminem is classified as a hip hop slash rapper. Ice Nine Kills is classified as a Metalcore band. And Skillet is a Christian Rock band. There’s a lot more genres, like Country, Spanish, Punk, and Alternative, just to name a few. Music is very diverse on Earth.”

Xylion was about to answer when the sound of pounding feet was heard and Zellnor and Sil’keen appeared in the doorway. Xylion stood up and saluted his Captain. “Sir, it was just the humans listening to their music too loud.” He stated, looking to his superior.

Zellnor relaxed. “Thank goodness. Now, please listen to your music in a quieter volume, alright?”

The humans all nodded, and Human Fredrick typed something in, and a song began to play.

“What’s this one called?” Xylion asked.

The Moment We Come Alive by Red.”

The aliens listened to the song, and Xylion smiled. It was soothing, almost. It reminded him of his favorite performer back home.

Perhaps the humans weren’t very different from them after all.

I hope you enjoyed this little segment! Music taste. Such a different thing.

I think this is one of my more favorite parts, mainly because it gives me the chance to share some of my favorite songs with you all, while also creating a bride between the Aliens and Humans.

The next part should hopefully be up tomorrow, but I have *sigh* Summer school so I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it up. We’ll see.

Anyways, if you have any suggestions for another part, then go on ahead and either send me a message or comment them below!

Lee Howon ❤❤❤

Honestly, It was really heartbreaking hearing that Hoya is leaving Infinite 😔
Infinite was always one of those groups that I thought it would be together for a long time, like Shinhwa.

They have always been one of my favorite groups ever, their vocals are beautiful, their choreographys are amazing and their personalities are absolutely the best.

As an Inspirit, I’m really proud of all my boys and I always will be. I’m gonna keep on supporting Infinite as I always have and I’m gonna support Hoya as well. I really hope that the boys will remain friends with Hoya and support each other like they always have.

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This song has me crying rivers, it’s so beautiful and it reminds me of the boys happiest moments and of how proud I am of them ❤

As cringy as it sounds this is not a goodbye, it’s a see you later, because we are definitely seeing more of Howon. ❤❤❤

Here are some pics of Hoya being sassy and being a meme to brighten up your day ❤❤❤❤❤❤

HEY @tfwhxh!! HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY MY PRECIOUS FRIENDO!! I drew your favorite boys since I know how much you love them! Save the cake before Killua eats it in one bite haha But anyways, I hope your bday was great and that you received lots of love and wonderful gifts!!

Don’t go, please don’t go
Don’t go without me

This is a digital illustration of my own personal designs/interpretations of Ida and Totem. I was intrigued by how much water imagery there is with these two in the game, and wanted to create something that embodied that. Also, I found Ida and Totem’s relationship in the game to be really touching and sweet, one of the most heart-warming relationships I’ve seen in any video game, despite the fact that they never speak and have few unique interactions. (The quote is from the song “C'est la Mort” by The Civil Wars, which reminded me of them).

This illustration took around 15 hours from start to finish, and I enjoyed every second of it. Monument Valley is one of my most favorite games of all time, and this illustration is basically a love letter to the game, and to the amazing people who made it. I couldn’t even begin to describe how much this game, its story, and its characters mean to me.

From the bottom of my heart–ustwo, thank you for crafting such a beautiful experience. 

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I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade.

Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace.

I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid.

Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatle songs.

Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.

And I knew,

I just must be searching the wrong classrooms,

just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it.

If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up,

she had a bowl cut.

He wore the same clothes every day for a week.

Love hated the bus.

Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles.


every time I try to kiss love,

our teeth got in the way.

Love became the reason I lied to my parents.

I’m going to- Ben’s house.

Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song.

Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be:

“Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

And love grew,

stretched like a trampoline.

Love changed.

Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.

Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me.

Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going,

but my plans didn’t matter.

Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.

Love smelt different now, had darker eyes,

a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.

New birthmarks, a softer voice.

Now there were new sleeping patterns,

new favorite books.

Love had songs that reminded him of someone else,

songs love didn’t like to listen to.

So did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly,

we found jokes that make us laugh.

And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.

But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.

Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.

Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.

Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.

Love is messier now,

not as simple.

Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents.

Love chews too loud.

Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.

Love uses smiley faces in her text messages.

And turns out,

love shits!

But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful

and mean it,

over and over again.

You are beautiful.

When you first wake up,

“you are beautiful.”

When you’ve just been crying,

“you are beautiful.”

When you don’t want to hear it,

“you are beautiful.”

When you don’t believe it,

“you are beautiful.”

When nobody else will tell you,

“you are beautiful.”

Love still thinks- you are beautiful.

But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget,

when you need to hear it most,

you are beautiful,

do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.

Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.

Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love.

Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.

Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.

Maybe love is only there for a month.

Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.

Maybe love stays-

maybe love can’t.

Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must.

When love arrives, say,

“Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”

If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.

Turn off the music, listen to the quiet,


“Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.”

Broken But Still Good//H.S - Chapter Two

Hello Loves!!! Amazing response to the last chapter!!! I couldn’t be more grateful for all of you! I’m also passed 200 followers and I am so happy!!! You are all amazing and I love every single one of you. Masterlist is linked in my bio and requests are open! Don’t be a stranger. Love you all!! XR

Chapter One

As I began my walk, I immediately put in my headphones and pressed play on my walking playlist. There was something about the way music could make you feel like life was important again and that everything you were feeling was completely valid.

My feet stopped when the first song began to play. Out of all the songs on this playlist…

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes

A smile slowly crept onto my face as I shook my head, continuing my pace. Kiwi never failed to put a smile on my face. There was just something about the hard beats and Harry’s melting voice that just made me shiver.

As the world begin to drown out, I couldn’t help but break out some subtle dance moves. It wasn’t like anyone was gonna notice. I lived in a college town so everyone was really on about there own business. But much to my dismay, a large hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder, effectively scaring the crap out of me. So much for going unnoticed.

“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE F-” I turned around to face the perpetrator but was met instead with the shit eating grin of Harry Styles.

“You’re really jumpy, you know that?” He laughed.

“Only when assholes scare me.” I argued, pushing his chest back with the little force I could muster.

“You’ve called me an asshole twice since I met you. I sense a pattern forming.” My eyes dipped to his chest which he was currently rubbing. OMG the swallows!

“Well you’ve scared me three times since I met you. I win.” Smiling politely, I turned to keep walking, expecting him to follow.

“I called your name three times.” His long legs reached me quickly.

“I was listening to music.” I shook my phone in his directions, taking the headphones out.

“What were you listening to?” Before I could stop him he grabbed my phone and flashed the lockscreen. My face immediately turned bright red and my eyes grew to the size of saucers.

I dared a glance at him and my heart stopped. His face was graced with the most beautiful smile.

“You like my music?” His eyes sparkled like a kid on Christmas.

“Actually, I love your music.” I admitted.

“What’s your favorite song?” Harry Styles was dissolving into a nervous chihuahua right in front of me.

“From the Dining Table.” It was my favorite song by far.

His brow furrowed slightly at my answer, “Why?”

My cheeks felt warm at his inquisition. Maybe I should’ve said like Sweet Creature of something. That seemed to be everyone else’s favorite. Shit. Explain yourself Marigold!

“It’s real. Soft and full of emotion. Don’t get me wrong I love them all. I think your like super duper talented. I cried when I heard Sign of the Times for the first time and Sweet Creature reminds me of the relationship I have with my youngest brother and I love dancing to Kiwi. And I’m really talking too much aren’t I?” I didn’t think my cheeks could get any warmer.

“Wow.” My head dropped, ready for the barrage of teasing I was bound to get. It’s usually what happens when I talk about my love for his music.

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?” My eyes shot up to his, hoping and praying there was no malice behind his statement. His face was completely sincere.

A giggle burst from my chest, “You want to get coffee with me? After everything that has happened in the past thirty minutes?”

His hand snaked up, scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, yeah. If you want to, that is?”

Before I could stop myself, a snort came out of my mouth and I was laughing like a mad woman. Harry stepped back as I bent over to try and contain my obnoxious cackling. This was too good to be true.

“What’s so funny?” He had a slight lilt to his voice, as if he was seconds away from joining me. Letting out a sigh, I straightened up, wiping tears from eyes, and answered with as much sanity I could muster.

“This is not how I saw my day going at all today. And yes, I would love to get a cup of coffee with you.” The smile that graced his face made my heart melt. Fuck. I’m in trouble.

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!! WARNING !! This is about paranoia, trauma and themes of being mentally ill, so please DO NOT READ FURTHER is you are UNCOMFORTABLE with topics such as these. Sending love, protection and happiness. <3

Anonymous said: Hey! I would like to have a reaction for BTS where their girlfriend is mentally ill and has paranoia and at nights she often thinks that spiders are walking on her skin. Im sorry that this is so weird but I personally struggle with mental illnesses in everyday life like paranoia and I havent seen a reaction for anything like this yet so I decided to give it a go! Also If this accidentally came public ask i would like to stay anon! Thank u! ♡

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A/N honestly this was hard for me because i’ve never been in a situation like this before. i don’t have paranoia or know anyone who does, so i don’t know what it feels like or how one should respond to this. so i hope i’ve written this how you would want Anonie, but please tell me if it isn’t and i can try to fix it in the way you would want, or if i get something wrong. thank you for opening up and asking something so personal. that really means a lot, and i feel so honored to reply to something like this for the first time for you. i’ll put a lot of love and effort in it for you! <3 and yes you were in Anonymous, so no worries. :)

Kai Eonni ~ <3 <3


He would sleeping next to you when suddenly he hears you whimpering beside him. He would know what was happening because you two had talked about it earlier on in the relationship. Him wanting to know everything about you and wanting to have an honest and open relationship. He would gently rub your head, trying to give you a comforting touch without startling you. Once you were awake, he would hold you firmly in his arms, talking gently into your ear, ushering you into a sweet and safe sleep.

(Rap Mon talking to you about his day, his likes and dislikes, anything, until you fall asleep)

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He would turn to see you crying softly and immediately know you were having something like a nightmare. So he would ask what you were dreaming about. Once you told him he would hug you gently, turn on a low light, barely illuminating the room. After he was sure you were okay, he would get up and go the kitchen to make you some sweet herbal tea and a snack. When he got back with the tray holding your tea and snacks he would cuddle up next to you again saying, “Food always helps. Enjoy Jagi.” While kissing your forehead.

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He would know about sleepless nights or nights filled with nightmares. He’s been through his own, and would know how frightening they can be. It would make him sad to know that you’re going through that as well. He would do anything in his power to prevent them, even if that meant giving up his own sleep. He would have you talk to him about them, knowing that talking can help let out stress. He would hold you close in bed and gently whisper your favorite song to you until you both fall asleep. If you were to wake up in the middle of the night, he claiming you felt something on you, he would (non sexually) rub his hands along your arms and legs, repeating, “You’re okay babe, there’s nothing. It’s just in your head. Come back to me, listen to my voice okay?” Once you calmed down, he would remind you how much he loves you.

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He wouldn’t really know what to do for you. He would want to do anything in his power to help you on your sleepless nights, but he wouldn’t really know what to do, and would be too scared to make them worse. However, he would talk to either Namjoon or Yoongi about them, wanting to get advice from them. He would then follow their advice and try to hold you gently, speaking softly into your ear, reminding you he loves you to the moon and back. Putting Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s advice to work. He would probably ask why this started happening. Just genuinely wondering what could have happened to someone as beautiful and sweet as you to make you have such horrible nights, wondering if there’s anything he could do to protect you from them.

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Jimin would get really sad each time it happened. He would feel useless whenever they happened just because he didn’t know how to prevent them from happening, and when they did happen, he would feel like he’s not doing enough for you. He would look up ways to handle when you got night terrors, and find foods, teas, or activities that could limit how often they occurred and would dedicate himself to getting you those teas, foods or doing those activities with you. He would definitely ask why they happen, and when he heard the reason, he would try to make more positive things happen for you and would try to help you keep your attention on the present, rather than the past, wanting you to have the best life possible with him.

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He wouldn’t know what to do, or really how to react. He would be so concerned, but wouldn’t know the first thing about how to handle these situations, and therefore, he would panic whenever this happened. He would do the right things though, just out of instinct of wanting to protect you. He wouldn’t like to leave you alone though, and would constantly be fretting over you, wanting to know how you’re doing, if you’re okay. On the nights that he can’t be there for you, he would write you a letter the morning before and leave it somewhere for you to find, like in the bathroom by the tooth brush so you find it before going to bed. He would also buy a lot of comforting snacks and drinks for in case you wake up in the middle of the night, he would tell you where to find them in the letter. Making it a fun game for you to distract you from your worries, and instead replacing them with thoughts of him. The next morning he would visit with a cute/weird looking animal pillow for you with his wide grin spread across his face as he greets you, “Hi Jagi~ You sleep well? Did you like the snacks?”

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Kookie would be another that doesn’t really know how to help. Mainly because he’s so young. He would probably be a little scared too and without really realizing it, would distance himself from you. Not because he now dislikes you or is judging you, but just because he doesn’t know how to approach the situation. He would speak to his Hyungs about it and ask them what he should do. After getting their input, he would approach you again and try to speak calmly to you about what you’re going through and would promise you that he’ll stay by your side and help you as much as he can in anyway that he can. Though still, he would be very cautious and nervous about the whole thing, and honestly it would take him a while to open up about it. But he would still put 110% effort into being there for you as much as you need.

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Love and Manuscripts (10)

Sorry for how late this is! Got caught up this weekend. Previous chapters are listed here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9


Simon sat down on his couch and sighed. It was only eight o’clock but by the middle of the workweek Simon was always exhausted. Wearily he pulled out his edits and leafed through them to make sure they were all there. He would need to have all his work prepared in order to present at the meeting tomorrow. It wasn’t a real meeting of course (though he’d sat in on one before). Penelope wanted to do a demo meeting in which Simon and Baz would haggle with her for print amounts and sale promotions. The manuscript was actually just a novella one of the office assistants had handed over to help Penelope train the newbies.
He frowned as he realized he had a few of Baz’s notes mixed into his own. It wasn’t a big deal; they’d already discussed their strategy for tomorrow. But a part of him nagged that he should return it to Baz, that it was somehow vital for his night-before preparation. He knew why he felt this way; he just wanted an excuse to go see Baz. It was ridiculous of him and he knew he should give up on his crush. But still…the idea intrigued him.
Quickly he ran to his car before he could change his mind about the whole thing. He used his cloudy memory from the day after the office party to find Baz’s house. When he arrived he did a double take.
In his drunkenness and subsequent hangover Simon had forgotten just how big Baz’s place was. He wondered if he lived by himself in there. Simon contemplated texting Baz but thought better of it. Baz would probably just tell him to leave and give him the notes in the morning, stupid prat that he was.
Simon grimaced as he used the heavy brass knocker. There was the sound of footsteps and then a woman dressed in a formal looking uniform answered the door.
“Can I help you?”
Simon worked to hide his surprise.
“Um, I’m here to see Baz.”
“Ah yes, come in. What is your name?”
He walked into the house and couldn’t help but feel he had just stepped into a spider’s den.
“Simon Snow.”
She nodded, “Please wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Simon turned to look at the ornate paintings on the wall as he tried to ignore a muffled conversation coming from down the hall. He watched as the woman came back with a man. The man was tall with sleek white hair and a harsh face.
He stepped forward and offered Simon his hand, which Simon accepted nervously.
“Welcome to my home Simon Snow. My name is Malcolm Grimm. Please come join me in the library.”
Simon frowned but did as he was asked. When they entered the library he did a double take. The room was huge and filled wall to wall with ancient looking books. He had a feeling he wouldn’t find his favorite modern sci-fi novel in this setting. Baz sat with his back to them, playing the violin.
The song was a very sad one; it reminded Simon of being lonely. But Baz played impressively, so impressively that Simon couldn’t speak for fear of interrupting him. Eventually the song ended and Baz sagged forward, revealing the effort that had gone into the song.
“Bravo Basilton,” Malcolm cheered.
Baz jumped and turned to look at them both. Based off of Baz’s dumbfounded expression Simon realized that he had not been informed of Simon’s arrival. Quickly Baz’s face went blank and he smiled politely.
“Father, I see you’ve met my co-worker, Mr. Snow.”
Father? Simon wondered. He glanced once again at Malcolm and took in the stiff posture and overall coldness of the man; yes he could see the resemblance between them in the attitude.
“I have. Not a very talkative fellow.”
“Not, not a loquacious one indeed,” Baz replied crisply.
“Um,” Simon broke in, “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I just wanted to bring by your notes for the meeting tomorrow. They got mixed up with mine for some reason.”
Baz glanced at him, his eyes hiding anger in their depth.
“Thank you for the consideration.”
This was a mistake Simon realized.
“Father, why wasn’t I fetched sooner?”
His father strode forward and clapped his shoulder harshly.
“You were busy playing. I felt it best to let you finish.”
Malcolm and Baz exchanged a strange glance and then Malcolm nodded.
“Well I’ll leave you boys to it. Let me know if you need anything Simon.”
“Thank you,” Simon mumbled.
After Malcolm left, Simon stood silently, waiting to face whatever Baz would hurl at him. Baz simply stared at him.
After a minute Simon cleared his throat.
“Ah, here you go then. I guess I should leave.”
He placed the notes on the grand piano in the corner of the room.
“What are you doing here?” Baz asked quietly.
Simon paused on his way out of the room and swallowed nervously.
“Dropping off your notes, like I said.”
“Like you said,” Baz repeated.
Simon glanced away.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt a visit from your father.”
“You didn’t. He lives here.”
Simon’s gaze swung back to meet Baz’s.
Baz shrugged, “Sure. Him and his wife. And my siblings. This is my family estate.”
Simon let this new information sink in. He had never imagined someone as clever and cold as Baz living at home with his folks. It seemed to go against his nature.
“Oh. Okay then,” Simon felt awkward.
“Please call the next time you decide to stop by,” Baz said sharply, “I don’t need to further anger my father.”
“Anger?” Simon had thought Malcolm seemed cheery; well, as cheery as someone as cold as him could be.
“He doesn’t much appreciate attractive young men coming by in the odd hours of the night.”
“Why not?” Simon asked.
“Because he doesn’t much appreciate my being gay,” Baz replied, point blank.
Simon felt blood rush to his face. He hadn’t realized his visit might be so transparent, even to someone like Baz’s father.
“I-I wasn’t…I don’t think he knows that I…” Simon trailed off uselessly.
“That you like me?”
Simon swallowed loudly. When he didn’t respond Baz strode forward and kissed him abruptly. Simon made a small noise of surprise but didn’t fight Baz. He had come here to be closer to Baz after all, and now he’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted.
Baz was kissing Simon desperately, clacking Simon’s teeth in an effort to push his tongue deeper into his mouth. Eventually Simon had to break away to gasp for breath.
“Baz…I thought…what about last time?”
“Shut up,” Baz growled and bit Simon’s neck harshly.
Simon let his breath out in a hiss.
“You came here for me, well now you have me.”
With that Simon stopped asking questions and started focusing on Baz’s mouth.


Hi everyone! My name is Sarah, and I’ve been admiring the studyblr community for a few weeks now. I was very inspired by many of you to start my own studyblr; so here it is! It’s a couple weeks late, but I hope this introduction lets you know a little bit about me and what I will be studying this school year. Thanks for reading!

I just want to make a quick note that my classes have been delayed by a few weeks due to Hurricane Harvey flooding my hometown and university. Although I haven’t written or uploaded notes from my classes yet, that’s something I will definitely be doing in the near future. For once, I’m really excited for classes to begin! 

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Post 10 songs you’re in love with and tag 10 people

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Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford and Sons

The Cave - Mumford and Sons

Turkish Song Of The Damned - The Pogues

The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn - The Pogues

Love is Alive - Lea Michele

Proud - Lea Michele

Wait For It - Hamilton

Elastic Heart - Sia

Eet - Regina Spektor

Belle - Notre Dame de Paris

send me a number and one of my kintypes and I'll talk about a comfort character from that canon
  • 1: what's your favorite memory of them?
  • 2: what was your relationship like in canon?
  • 3: post/link to your favorite picture of them!
  • 4: have you found them? if you haven't, what's something you'd like to do with them when you do?
  • 5: talk about something they did that meant a lot to you.
  • 6: do you have a favorite outfit they wore? (post a pic if you want!)
  • 7: do you have any songs that remind you of them, or of you and them together?
  • 8: do you have a favorite scene from your canon that they're in?
  • 9: talk about a really silly memory of them!
  • 10: talk about a really sad memory of them...
  • 11: has your opinion of them changed from your canon to now?
  • 12: you get to say one thing to them- what do you say?
  • 13: name three things you remember they really liked!
  • 14: have you drawn any art/written any fics of you and them? if you haven't, do you have a favorite from someone else?
  • 15: just talk about them a little, say anything you want!
Night Walk

Summary: When you take a walk late at night and meet another person who prefers the quiet of nighttime.

Pairing: BTS Kim Taehyung (V) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Why I prefer to take late night walks, you ask? The answer is simple: they calm me down. After a long day of stressing out about schoolwork and other issues, the soft embrace of the night always disperses trivial thoughts and lets me focus on the things that really matter to me. What kind of things, you ask? Anything. Anything, but reality.

Not even turning up the music to full volume would block the loud and agitate voices of my roommate and her boyfriend out. This was the third time they were fighting this week, and it wasn’t even the weekend yet. I had told my roommate before that she should sort it out with her boyfriend somewhere else, but it wasn’t her fault that he had suddenly shown up in front of our apartment door and almost forced his way inside.

With a sigh, I gave up pretending to process the words and formulas in my textbook. I had lost focus long time ago. I stood up from my desk, pushed my chair to the side and walked to my closet to grab a light jacket. I got my keys, stuffed my phone and headphones that I had been using for the last ten minutes into my pocket and quickly made my way out the door.

Once I was outside, I could finally take a deep breath. My muscles relaxed almost immediately and it felt as if a knot inside my stomach was loosened. The pure, white moonlight tickled the outlines of my face and a cool breeze nibbled on my clothes. Finally, I could forget about all the problems in my life and let my mind be free of all responsibilities and restrictions.

I put on my earphones and selected whatever song showed up first on my playlist. Before I consciously realized it, my feet had carried me to the nearby park. It was my favorite spot at night: the trees were tall and walking under them made me feel protected; the huge meadow in the center of the park reminded me of how small I am in comparison to everything else around me, and the fact that there were very few people around gave me space to think freely.

I had been walking for about fifteen minutes, when I noticed that a person had been following me for a while now. The stranger was walking a few meters behind me, but whenever I took a turn I could clearly see him from the corners of my eyes. From their physique and the way they walked I assumed that the person had to be a guy. However, I could not recognize any details because his hands were tucked into his jeans and his face was covered by the black hood that he had put over his head.

My heart started to beat faster when the person came closer. There was no-one else around, and the trees would not make good witnesses in case he attacked me. I turned down the volume of the music until it was completely muted and took a deep breath. I was not going to be assaulted here. An expression of determination on my face, I turned around to face the stranger who had been following be. With a short and powerful battle cry, I clenched my right hand into a fist and landed a well-aimed blow to the man’s stomach. I watched with satisfaction how he winced in surprise and almost fell to the ground.

“What the hell”, the person muttered, his voice distorted in pain.

“Why were you following me?” I asked, trying not let my rising fear show.

The man didn’t respond immediately. He was breathing heavily and stood up straight (if you could call a half hunched posture straight). That’s when I saw his face for the first time - and it totally roused confusion in me. The man’s face was beautiful, almost angelic in the dim moonlight. He had big, round eyes, thick but defined eyebrows, plump limps and extremely delicate skin. He couldn’t be older than me, and I suddenly doubted if he really was a creepy stalker.

He gave me a distrustful look before he finally answered: “I have no idea what you are talking about. I didn’t realize that there was someone else but me in this deserted park, and then suddenly you show up out of nowhere and hit me!“

My confusion was growing with each passing second. “What do you mean, I showed up out of nowhere? Don’t act innocent, I was walking in front of you for the last five minutes. Even I noticed you, and you were walking behind me!”

That’s when an  understanding expression crossed the young man’s face. “So that’s why you freaked out. Sorry, I had no idea that I was following you. I was looking at my feet when I was walking and, well, my thoughts were somewhere completely different. That’s why I didn’t realize you had been there for… what, five full minutes? …Wow, that’s actually quite long. I should have paid better attention to where I was going.”

The stranger shook his head in disbelief. “Anyway, are you not going to apologize for hitting me? I understand that you must have suspected that I was a weirdo, but, seriously, my stomach hurts like hell!”

By now, all color had left my face. He was right, I might indeed have overreacted. I should have walked faster and see if he was still following me, or spoke first before hitting him. “S-sorry, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to- I really didn’t- I mean… Just, you really scared me to death!”

To my surprise, the handsome stranger let out a chuckle. And, gosh, was his face pretty when he was smiling! “ This will actually be a fun story to tell my friends tomorrow. So, apology accepted. Under one condition.”

“Y-yes?” I prayed to God that he was not thinking of something totally weird or something overly expensive (seriously, kids at university were always broke, including me).

“You have to treat me to meal. I really don’t care what kind of food or what place, as long as there is lots of meat!”

“Uhm… I can also just give you fifty bucks and you can treat yourself, so I don’t have to inconvenience you by coming along.”

The man shook is head vigorously. “No! I hate eating alone, and I have become so accustomed to eating out with friends. Meeting new people can’t hurt, right? Especially someone like you, Ms. Iron fist.”

“What did you just call me?”

“Iron fist. Because you hit me, remember?” he said, motioning punching movements.

I just clucked my tongue at him and mumbled “Yea, how can I forget. But, there is something I am curious about. Why, for goodness’ sake, are you walking in this empty park at such a late hour?”

He shrugged his shoulders and explained: “I just like walking outside at night. It clears my head, and I usually get some interesting ideas I would not have if I were locked into a stuffy room with all my textbooks. I don’t like crowded places, so that’s why I am here. I could ask you the same question. What brings you here on such a beautiful night?”

“Similar reasons. I also can’t stand to be in my room for too long, and I usually feel better after breathing some fresh air. I just like this park, the trees give me a calming feeling.”

The stranger accepted my answer with a nod. “I see. We seem to have the same hobby. So, what’s your name? I assume you don’t want me to continue to call you Iron fist, although I wouldn’t mind.”

“No, please don’t” I hastily replied. “Just call me (Y/N). What’s your name?”

“I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He gave me another of his dazzling smiles. Gosh, how much I wished to get a closer look at his face! He still had the hood of his black sweater turned over his head, and the dim moonlight didn’t help to see any details, either.

“So, are you going to treat me to a meal or not? You know, there is also the option of reporting you to the police for beating up an innocent young man.”

My cheeks flushed pink and all I could respond was “Who would even believe you such a story? …but, sure, I can pay for a meal. Can I have your number?”

Taehyung retrieved his phone from his pocket and we exchanged devices - he didn’t trust me that I would contact him, so he also wanted to save my number, just in case. He promised that he would make sure to bother me all day long by calling me in case I forgot about our deal. It seemed like there was no way out of the situation, but I actually did not mind. In fact, although I tried to banish the thought, I was happy that I had hit Taehyung. Otherwise, I probably would never even have talked to him. In fact, I was already looking forward to our meal together.

And just like this, on an ordinary night in an empty park in Seoul, my solitary walk turned into a special encounter.

I hope you liked this short Taehyung one shot! Let me know what you think, or if you would like to see a second part. In general, if you have any ideas about other pieces I should write, let me know in the comments or shoot me a message :)

You should know
that I know your favorite lipstick is cherry,
the exact minutes and seconds of your
favorite scene in your favorite movie.

the lyrics of the song that reminds you of me,
the entire mental video I did of you
witht he song that reminds me of us.

your feet are always cold
and you get red when I kiss them.
we don’t fit on my bed
but we do in each other’s arms.

I’m sorry, doll,
my answers aren’t enough,
and you deserve the thruth.

Turns out, you are my hopes,
all my dreams,
my home,
and my future.

I know the times you cried because of her,
because of me, and because of him.
Also, I learned all the ways to make you laugh,
I know the 143 strawberry marks in your body
(you have one between your legs, 
where you can’t see it. 
I also know that you giggle when I kiss it,
that’s my favorite secret).

You ask me for things 
I should had let you known 
with my arms and mouth,
and every time I don’t have an answer
a part of me dies,
wishing I could stop everything and say:
I do, I do, I do.

—  you are all i want. // jackie on my mind. nc.

offreef42  asked:

There's a lot of E/B playlists, but are there any songs that remind you of vampirism/vampirey things? I remember someone mentioned Heathens awhile ago.

I keep trying to answer this and then getting distracted by my music and forgetting about it. 

So some of my favorite vampire or vampire-related songs. 

Transylvanian Concubine - Rasputina (sort of reminds me of Volturi wives although I don’t think of them as actual concubines and Transylvania isn’t their locale)

This is For Keeps - The Spill Canvas

Closer - Kings of Leon

Vampire’s Night Out - Harley Poe (Human eaters’ anthem)

Blah Blah Blah - Say Hi To Your Mom

Outside - Age of Information

Devil Town - Tony Lucca (Forks, basically)

Monsters  - The Boy Least Likely To (okay not vampires so much but the idea that people who settle down and have babies and try to convert unmarried friends are “monsters” relates to Breaking Dawn in my head)

And then some songs that aren’t actually about vampires but atmospherically makes me think of vamps/Twilight/spooky/whatever

Cold, Kind and Lemon Eyes - Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s

Bad Moon Rising (cover) - Voices in Your Head

Seven Devils - Florence and he Machine

My Body is a Cage - Arcade Fire

And then more fun: 

Love Me Dead and Horror of Our Love by Ludo for messed up but compelling love stories. 

And like 100 more I’m sure I”m forgetting!

anonymous asked:

I can imagine that Miss Starlight would be quite upset with Dark for what he did. And because of that, the song "The one that got away" by the Civil Wars reminds me of them. It doesn't fit perfectly, but I can't help but think of them while listening to that song

Ah! I love Civil Wars and this is one of my favorite songs of theirs to sing just to cheer myself up. It’s got a lot of emotion to it, and it feels good just to sing it as loud as I can.

This is actually perfect for what Peevils would be feeling right about now. It kind of goes along with the story I have in my head of what her dealings with Dark were like in the past. And I’m sure she is definitely wishing that she’d never, ever met Dark in the first place.

And I totally recommend looking up this song for anyone who doesn’t know it!

anonymous asked:

Have you ever heard the song "forget her" by jeff buckley? Super angsty Reylo vibes on kylo's part thinking that Rey will never reciprocate his feelings, it's so good! Also other Reylo Song recs: Nitesky (Robot Koch), Even though our love is doomed (i saw you use this in a manip set and it's perfect), Sober (Lorde), I feel you (depeche mode), and Retrograde (James Blake). Sorry to flood your inbox but one of my favorite things to do with ships is find songs that remind me of them lol

damn. i love your taste in music, anon! thank you so much for the song recs! 

here’s spotify links to the songs if anyone wants to give ‘em a listen:
- forget her
- nitesky (robot koch)
- even though our love is doomed (sitenote: i love garbage’s music sfm. they have so many reylo-esque songs, it’s amazing)
- sober
- i feel you (depeche modeeeee ♥︎ i had this song in my reylo playlist too! lol)
- retrograde