and then i cried all the way home

Beautiful Speak Now Album Things:
  • TAYLOR WROTE IT COMPLETELY BY HERSELF AT AGES 18-20!!!! AND IT WON 2 GRAMMYS!!!
  • Like every fuckin’ bridge on this album makes you want to cry
  • And all the lyrics are fucking awesome. It’s a lyric-driven album
  • “Every time I look at you, it’s like the first time”
  • “You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”
  • Opening “Mine” with “uh-oh” and closing it with the background vocals echoing “I can see it now” to show the emotional journey of the character as she believes in love again over the course of the song
  • “BRACED MYSELF FOR THE GOODBYE / ‘CAUSE THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN / AND YOU TOOK ME BY SURPRISE / YOU SAID, ‘I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE’”
  • The entirety of “Mine,” the best love story ever told
  • The fact that Taylor resurrected Sparks Fly from the dead and put it on her 3rd album because we asked her to
  • The fact that Taylor also rewrote Sparks Fly and took out the lyrics that made it more sexual and about performing in a bar
  • The fact that the original lyric (now displayed in The Taylor Swift Experience) was “brown eyes” and she made it “green eyes”
  • How she describes the love interest as “a full-on rainstorm” and later says “meet me in the pouring rain”
  • The juxtapositions of rain and fire and then darkness and light in Sparks Fly
  • BACK TO DECEMBER
  • How the entire song is just an apology without any excuses. It just’s “I messed up and you suffered for it and you didn’t deserve that” 
  • “you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye” 
  • How the orchestra makes everything so fucking beautiful??
  • The use of seasons in the second verse to describe the rise and fall of the relationship
  • How she references the 2009 VMA incident (”how you held me in your arms that September night / the first time you ever saw me cry”)
  • Speak Now being about the Paramore relationship drama and how Taylor was actually at the wedding it’s about lol
  • Taylor singing up an octave in Speak Now to sound like a gentle little girl about to crash the shit out of wedding
  • “a gown shaped like a pastry” “fond gestures are exchanged” “a song that sounds like a death march” “she floats down the isle like a pageant queen” = so descriptive?? conveys the feelings?? Queen of conveying emotions through descriptions
  • “you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now” “Your time is running out and they said Speak Now” “I hear the preacher say, ‘Speak Now or forever hold your peace” “So glad you were around when they said Speak Now” = queen of altering her main chorus line
  • “I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion” –> What’s the kind of girl tho?? I never knew
  • The giggle in the bridge
  • DEAR JOHN. THE ENTIRE SONG. ALL THE LYRICS.
  • How Dear John calls out emotional abuse by a much older man onto a 19 year old without any apologies or sympathizing with the man but also has pieces where the victim blames themselves and calls out a pattern of abuse of other women
  • But it ends with the victim retaining their self worth and escaping and it’s amazing
  • “the girl in the dress cried the whole way home” –> have you ever seen such a beautiful conveying of a young girl’s loss of emotional innocence 
  • YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN”
  • How the secret message of Dear John is “loved you from the very first day” which is a line on a bonus track “Superman” which is about how the love interest seems like the best guy in the world and a real life Superman 
  • That fuckin’ banjo in Mean
  • How Mean began about a critic who said Taylor ruined her “entire career overnight” at the Grammys and then Taylor performing Mean at the Grammys and wining 2 Grammys for it
  • The use of a big city to display one’s level success (which is what actually happened when Taylor moved to NYC)
  • “A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout” 
  • “I’D TELL YOU I MISS YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW / I’VE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD”
  • Isn’t it weird how she says “and people would say they’re the lucky ones” then on the Speak Now Tour she wrote “The Lucky One” ?? weird
  • “So many things that I wish you knew / so many walls up I can’t break through” –> “So many things that you wish I knew / but the Story of Us might be ending soon”
  • That fuckin’ ramp up back into the chorus after the bridge in The Story of Us
  • How perfectly Never Grow Up conveys how scary can it feel to grow up
  • The bridge of Never Grow Up
  • How every song except Never Grow Up and Last Kiss use heavy production and background vocals and it makes those two songs that much more powerful in their simplicity 
  • “I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone” and how this line gets more powerful the more years that go by
  • How Never Grow Up starts as a song to a baby, watches that baby grow up, and ends with Taylor  looking back at her life and the passage of time and swearing to protect that baby from harm….you ever cry
  • Just take 5 minutes and listen to Enchanted again pls
  • “Wonderstruck” “Enchanted” “Passing notes in secrecy” “this is me praying” “the very first page, not where the story line ends” “your eyes whispered” “this night is sparkling” “blushing all the way home” “I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew” “this night is flawless” “dancing ‘round all alone” –> So much mystical and whimsical imagery that you feel like you could call in love with the next person you see
  • The guitars in Enchanted
  • The production of Enchanted
  • “Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know / or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go” 
  • “I always get the last word” “There is nothing I do better than revenge” “show me how much better you are” –> Taylor is v self-aware 
  • Also how “show me how much better you are” is a reference to that JoBro song “Much Better” lmao so much 2008/2009 Disney drama
  • How Taylor wrote Innocent about the VMA incident when she could’ve just told you-know-who to fuck off
  • How Innocent looks at the subject from the perspective of their childhood and how they had “monsters” and “demons” that made them do bad things later in life and how this doesn’t make them a bad person
  • Knowing that you-know-who was one of Taylor’s favorite artists growing up so Innocent is also Taylor reconciling with herself how someone she artistically looked up to for years hurt her 
  • The use of light: “time turns flames to embers” “your string of lights is still bright to me” “in your firefly catching days” 
  • How Innocent is Never Grow Up but applied to someone else through the lens of forgiveness
  • “I hope you’ll remember: today is never too late to be brand new”
  • The orchestra in Haunted and how it makes the song sound urgent and the situation dangerous
  • “holding my breath” “your eyes go cold” “something’s gone terribly wrong” “can’t turn back now” “a fragile line” “it’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet and I can’t trust anything now” “come on, come on, don’t leave me like this” “can’t breath whenever you’re gone” “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” –> everything sounds dangerous and urgent!! Like she’s actually gonna die!! And it’s called Haunted!! You get haunted by dead people!! But she’s saying she’s haunted!! The Haunting is killing her!! Holy shit!!
  • Last Kiss
  • The secret message of Last Kiss: “Forever and Always” 
  • The breath in the bridge of Last Kiss
  • The use of time and the passage of time: “at 1:58″ “that July 9th” “you can plan for a change in weather and time” “your name forever the name on my lips” “I’ll watch your life in pictures” “I’ll feel you forget me” “I’ll keep up with our old friends” “I still remember” “L
  • “I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did” –> “I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you” (Holy Ground)
  • THE BRIDGE: “So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / and I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are / hope it’s nice where you are / I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day / and something reminds you / you wish you had stayed /  you can plan for a change in the weather and time / but I never planned on you changing your mind”
  • LONG LIVE
  • How the secret message of Long Live is “For you”
  • How Taylor ends Speak Now with a song for her fans and her band that she wrote during the Fearless Tour
  • How Long Live because even more powerful and beautiful and even sadder the more the years go by and the more successful Taylor becomes and as original member of The Agency leave/are left go
  • How Taylor wrote “we will be remembered” when she was like 19 and was still on her second album and before she won AOTY for the first time and wasn’t even close to the prime of her career but she was proud of how far she had come already and how Long Live sounds like a song someone writes at the end of their career to reflect on their accomplishments 
  • How Taylor wrote “promise me this: that you’ll stand by me forever” and every band member she has ever had still speaks highly of her and defends her
  • “When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name” but now no one will have to because everyone knows who she is and will know who she is for a long time because of her accomplishments and effect on popular culture
  • “It was the end of a decade but the start of an age” Taylor literally had no idea how true this line would become 
  • HOW SHE ENDS THE ENTIRE ALBUM WITH “ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED”

I was at a board meeting tonight and we open each meeting with an invocation. A man on our board, an immigrant from Central America, led that invocation by praying for immigrants and refugees in this time of university and for God to protect us all.

When I left that board meeting I had a CNN update on my phone that Trump had rescinded protections of transgender students in public schools.

On my way home I listened to MSNBC in the car. They were playing one of the many town halls happening right now. I heard the desperate pleas of a mother whose son will lose his ability to be insured under the new healthcare plan being proposed. I heard her congressman talking, dispassionately, over her desperation.

I got to my garage, parked, and just cried at the everyday reminders of how our government is so poised, willing, and able to sacrifice our humanity.

They sacrifice our humanity for money.
They sacrifice our humanity for power.

We need to sacrifice them at the ballot box in two years.
Do not stop fighting.
Do not lose your passion for what’s right.

How do you describe your parents?
  • Himawari: Papa and Mama are the best! Papa is a-
  • Boruto: *interrupts* BAKA! Who needs a stupid old man when you have a beautiful strong mama!
  • Hinata: Boruto! That's not nice to say about your father.
  • Naruto: Don't worry Hinata! It's fine..
  • Boruto: I hope the Ramen shop gets shut down.
  • Naruto: Take it back child!
  • _______________________________
  • Sarada: Mama is always there for me and whenever I'm ill, she lays beside me. Whereas, papa will protect no matter what!
  • Sakura: Aw that's nice to say.
  • Sasuke: I will protect here no matter what! Even from that little pikachu banana shaped head brat!
  • Sarada: That's not nice to say about Boruto... I mean....
  • Sasuke: Oh no...he has got into you. Don't worry, my child, I will erase those feelings and let you become free.
  • Sarada: Papa?!!! No, I don't have any feelings for Boruto.
  • Sasuke: Not even one bit?
  • Sarada: I....
  • Sasuke: *activates sharingan* I'm coming for you Uzumaki brat!
  • Sakura: Darling...calm down
  • _______________________________
  • Mitsuki: My mama...my papa......let's just say that I have a parent.
  • Orochimaru: *smiles* Im his parent.
  • Mitsuki: My parent has trained me and taken care of me and feeded me and...I'm not sure if I should my parent my mama or my papa....it's confusing...
  • Orochimaru: I'm just an amazing parent. *flicks his hair*
  • _______________________________
  • Shikadai: My dad is an hardworking man and he is always here for dinner.
  • Boruto: *interrupts*
  • UNLIKE MY FATHER!!!
  • Shikadai: Buzz off Boruto....
  • Boruto: *fades away*
  • Shikadai: anyways, my mother is......erm...
  • Temari: *gives a scary look to Shikadai*
  • Shikadai: is an amazing woman. I love her to bits. She is so strong with her wind fan. I love my mama...
  • Temari: Hmph *smiles*
  • Shikadai: What a drag.....
  • Temari: You just thought 'What a drag' didn't you, Shikadai?
  • Shikadai: How...do you.....know?
  • Temari: No dinner for you!
  • Shikadai: *cries inside*
  • ___________________________
  • Inojin: My mother is so beautiful and that's how I got these looks
  • Ino: Aw my cute child.
  • Inojin: Papa is so happy to see me all the time. We go shopping and training together.
  • Sai: That's right!
  • Inojin: ...and he always tells me his jokes about mama!
  • Ino: Jokes?! What kind of jokes?
  • Sai: ....
  • Inojin: *whispers to Ino*
  • Ino: *blushes* SAIIIIIIII!!!!!
  • Sai: I should run....
  • ___________________________
  • Chocho: Mama shows me how I am strong and beautiful in every way. My mama tells me that I'm not fat. It's just my curves and I love her home made food. Papa and me always get along. We go to restaurants and eat, we go to parks and eat. We even go to shopping eat. And buy most things from the shop! Even his card got declined!
  • Karui: Are you serious?
  • Choji: Hehe....
  • Chocho: I love them both!
  • ____________________________
  • Kiba's child: Mama is so nice to me. She will always be there to kiss me to sleep and wake me up in the morning. She makes nice breakfast and a warm hug. Me and mama are always studying and training together and my grades are doing very well and my strength
  • Tamaki: I'm glad you like it, my kitten.
  • Kiba's child: Papa is so fun! We go to the park and he lets me ride on Akamaru and we jump from cliff to cliff!
  • Tamaki: Wait, what?!
  • Kiba's child: There was even a time when me, Boruto and papa jumped from the Hokage's faces and we landed on soft bouncy mattress.
  • Tamaki: WHAT?! KIBA?!!!!
  • Kiba: ...gotta go *sprints away*
  • ________________________
  • Metal Lee: Papa and I are always training because we both do it for youth and mama makes me warm and happy. Even when I get nervous!
  • Lee: That's my boy!
  • Metal's Lee mother: My little cute dragon.

Okay so yesterday I would be screaming and be so mad at myself because when I met and hugged Taylor I didn’t cry and I didn’t cry nearly all the way home until we were on Piccadilly Street and I stopped dead in my tracks and I realized that I hadn’t cried because I hadn’t actually realized what had happened and I was feeling so many emotions at once that I wasn’t having any reaction and my body was literally dysfunctional because everything was too much to take in just a few hours and I started crying in the middle of the street for an hour and today I woke up at 6AM and immediately started crying because everything comes back in flashes and I remember everything and this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life and she said “thanks buddy!” and she genuinely said that she loved me and the fact that she had been stalking me for a year is sinking in and how Taylor and I have this I-trust-you-and-you-trust-me kind of mutual feeling and I was feeling so many things that I have this huge blank space in my brain but I know that she hugged me so tightly that everything that has ever been broken in me got back together and I remember her saying “awww thank you so much I love you” when I told her that it made me so happy that she was happy and there you go I’m crying again I feel like the luckiest person on this planet and it’s really genuinely making me so happy that she’s so happy you have no idea how joyful and funny she is and you can see it in her eyes, she’s finally happy

Little things I noticed when I saw falsettos in theatres that killed me

-the light blue shirt Jason wears during a lot of act two says Camp anika (??? I think I’m not 100% sure but I’m at least 60%) on the sleeve
-During march of the falsettos Andrew says “No my shorts” when Marvin tried to pants him “Hit me” and “Hit me twice” when he’s asking the people in the pit for the cubes
-The lights during what would I do killed me honestly
-dr charlotte says “he has to stay here” to Marvin and they just kinda zoom in on Jason and he looks so worried about Whizzer and it’s terrible
-Trina wears mendels bracelet for the rest of the show after a marriage proposal
-WHIZZERS OUTFIT IS BIGGER IN MORE RAQUETBALL THAN IT WAS IN A DAY IN FALSETTOLAND I MEAN EVERONE ALREADY KNEW THAT BUT I WASNT READY FOR THAT
-they cut to Whizzer a bunch during making a home and I wasn’t ready for it
-Marvin cries (he just sobs) during unlikely lovers
-“I’m not a man in pants” is that a reference to in trousers????? Maybe???
-ALL OF THE LYRICS THEY CHANGES LIKE “FLAT AS A LAKE” INSTEAD OF “BORING AS SHIT” “I WANNA SEE THE HAIRLINE” INSTEAD OF “I WANNA SEE THE BALD SPOT”
-Whizzer just waltz into the baseball game and he gives absolutely zero shits and it’s amazing
-Andrews faces just throughout the entire thing like he says half Jewish during four Jews and just makes a 😬😬 face
-the way Andrew says hepatitis is amazing -the way Andrew says Petty petty petty is a blessing
-THE MARVIN AND WHIZZER MAKE OUT DURING DONT MAKE NOISE BUT DADDIES KISSING BOYS THEY JUST GO FOR IT
-After Marvin talks about the “hairline” Whizzer just stares at him for a solid 15 seconds just like “what the hell marv stop who do you think you are”
-Jasons little dances he does so many little dances
-WHIZZERS little nods during “Whizzer do you think I should see a psychiatrist”
-“Chess ain’t how your boyfriend thinks”
-Whizzer playing chess during the chess game is beautiful it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen
-Andrew starts to cry during days like this and it’s heartbreaking wow
-MENDEL POINTS TO THE CROWD WHEN HE SAYS HOMOSEXUALS
-Betsy Wolfe is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

heartbeat | part one

part one // part two // part three

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

[Yoongi x Reader | Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Angst, Fluff for now

Words: 5221

—> The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo


The exact moment you fell in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

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An open letter to the girl who saved me today

When I went into the store today after work, I had decided I was going to be brave. I had a pretty good day, and I wanted to reward myself with something I’d been eyeing for quite some time. Mens underwear.

I won’t lie, I stalled quite a bit before I slunk over to the mens underwear section, but eventually I wound up in the aisle looking over my various options. It was while I was trying to figure out what size I would be, that the man is all his socks and sandals glory came into the aisle. I barely had time to look up before he bellowed at me, “you fucking abomination”

I gaped like a fish while I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that yes, this was happening, and yes, he just yelled that at me. He said it again, and began to make his way towards me, very tall and very angry looking. All the clever things I wanted to say died in my throat and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Just as he was getting right up in my face, telling me about how there wasn’t a single god from any religion that would accept a piece of shit like me, you appeared at the end of the aisle. You ran towards us and put yourself between me and him like you weren’t a tiny 5 ft nothing. Then you stuck your finger in his face and told him to “shut the hole in his head that was spewing ignorance and hatred and get out because he wasn’t welcome here”. It was his turn to be the fish then, and before he could say another thing you shouted “GET THE FUCK AWAY” drawing the attention of shoppers who had been so conveniently hard of hearing before. He tucked tail and left.

You turned to me then, put the underwear I had dropped back in my hand and asked if I was okay. I was sobbing and could feel my face doing the ugly thing it does when I cry. I nodded, you asked me if there was anything else I wanted to look at in the mens section, I shook my head. You asked if I had anymore shopping to do. I huffed out that I wanted some bananas. You took my hand and lead me towards produce. You told me I was beautiful. You told me I would look so handsome in the underwear I picked. You helped me pick out bananas and told me my future was so bright and wonderful it was practically blinding. 

You held my hand all the way to the cashier, and then outside. You asked me if I wanted a ride, I told you I’d like to walk, that I needed some time to cry. You stared at me very seriously, then hugged me so hard I could feel all me pieces coming back together. You said “I don’t even know who you are and I don’t care, I love you”

I cried all the way back home. 

Thank you. Thank you for everything. For who you are, and for what you did. Plenty of other people passed by and did nothing, but you came in like a shining beacon and all I can say is thank you. You saved me when I was all alone. Thank you.

i am obsessed with the reoccurring use of ‘the girl in the dress’ in ‘dear john’, and i have always thought it was such a clever use of language. the way she is being described by only two identifying features, being a ‘girl’ and wearing ‘a dress’ suggests the purely sexualised way that ‘john’ sees the narrator, and draws on sexist stereotypes  by suggesting that he sees her as weak and defenseless because she is so ‘typically’ feminine. the lack of names and descriptions also means that this could be any one of the ‘long list of traitors’ in ‘john’s’ life crying the whole way home, which shows how they are interchangeable and completely replaceable to him like material objects. i think this is so interesting and think it works as a comment on the objectification of all women in society, as well as the victim-blaming culture we live in. far too many women have been that girl in the dress who cried the whole way home, and rather than blaming the man who caused their emotional trauma, those suffering women have just been told that they ‘should have known’ and the narrator’s first instinct is to blame herself. it’s essentially a parallel of the ‘they were asking for it’ ideology. the best part is how taylor subverts this though, john is then portrayed as someone who plays with fire, through the image of the girls that he has ‘burned… out’. the song then flips the narrative when the narrator steals his matches and sets the town alight, because if john was playing with fire… well then he was obviously asking to get burned, right? the narrator knows this as the final lines fade out with her changing ‘i should have known’ for ‘you should have known’. it’s calling out double standards at it’s finest

anonymous asked:

Hi Chekhov! I've been working many miles from home for a year now. Before that, I was away from home for school for 5 years. When I started working, it finally hit me that I actually missed the idea of home. My friends, even my family (I have some problems with them, which motivated me to not return, but I still cherish them). I just feel very isolated now. Do you ever feel homesick?

Hey! Thanks for being patient. I know I took a long time to answer this. I was thinking of how to explain it.

My gut reaction was actually to say “No, I’m sorry. I actually don’t ever get homesick.” Because… the truth is, I kind of don’t. I am one of those people that doesn’t… miss people? 

Sounds weird? Yes, maybe. I’m not sure how else to explain it. I am very much a fan of people, in general. And I have many people I love. But I don’t really experience the hallmark version of “homesickness” that I am familiar with. 

HowEVER, upon re-reading your ask, I think I might understand what you’re going through, despite being so negative at the onset. 

Let’s take it from the top.

When I was 10, my mother and I moved from our home country (Russia) to America to live there. It was my first big international flight. It was my first trip to America. I was excited, as only 10 year olds could be, because most 10 year olds lack the necessary foresight to realize what a big fucking change this was going to be. 

It was a fun thing for me.

For about a month.

And then, for the next 3 months it WASN’T fun as the real-world consequences of living 8,784 kilometers away from my grandparents, having to learn English, and going to school with kids who all thought my accent was funny (but not in a good sort of way) all crashed down on me. 

So, in a way, I was homesick.

Ok, I was just… homesick. I came home from school, curled up under my desk and cried. 

Obviously, this did not last forever. Eventually I adjusted. 

But, I think because of my crash-course in separating myself from the experience of bone-crushing isolation, my view of what was “normal” became skewed. For example, I knew (in theory) that it was normal to see your relatives fairly often. However, since we only saw ours every 4-5 years I grew accustomed to just NOT having people I liked in my life. 

(I’m going somewhere with this, I promise, stay with me.)

Anyway, that thing you said… ? About not being on great terms with family? I GET that. I get it HARD. 

When I finally left for college to live alone, it was almost entirely motivated by my desire to escape those issues. To me, being by myself was not a scary adult growing up experience. Running away and being alone was just the most logical solution to the problem. 

At that time, I moved to be about an hour away from my parents. I rarely visited. I felt no desire to. I felt alone, and that was just a relief and nothing short of it. 

In fact, I took this a step above and fled to ANOTHER country, because obviously the entertainment of not being able to speak, read or write the language of the country you’re living in is just irresistible. 

And I thought “damn, I’m a pro at this!” 

I was so used to the concept of being alone and out of my element that honestly, I never even considered it a real problem.

But the fact that I didn’t feel the strain of isolation doesn’t mean it didn’t have an effect on me.

I think I had psyched myself up for being such an untouchable person that I forgot to actually look back and check whether I was as tough as I imagined myself to be.

Because to be honest, yes.

Yes I do get homesick.

And the problem is… I don’t know where ‘home’ is anymore.

And this didn’t start when I got to Japan. I felt this way in America… and I felt this way in Russia, every time I went to visit. There was a tugging sense of not belonging… And the realization, at the same time that, even if I DID go back to the place I wanted to be, I could never feel “at home” there either. 

In fact, I think “homesickness” is not longing for a place as much as a time. 

Maybe we have fond memories of home. The feeling of loneliness is the byproduct of us remembering good things. It’s not something that’s a function of being in a different place as much as it is just a product of… growing up. Changing. Realizing that things are complicated, and wishing to go back to a time when things were LESS complicated. It’s a defense mechanism.

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I think I stopped feeling homesick again when I realized that home will never be a place I can actually go back to - at least, not physically. 

It can only be something that I can go to through a photo album. Or when I’m laying in bed and, thinking, before I open my eyes “that sounds just like our summer house in Siberia…” and feeling my heart jump to my throat right before I force myself to remember I’m not there anymore. Or when I lay back in the grass and look up at the sky so I can’t see the edges and think “I don’t know where I am right now.”

(that’s my grandpa! this is an important photo for me. the feeling of this photo is not something i can feel again if I end up in front of that window. It’s a small fragment of ‘home’ lost in time, untouchable except in my memory.)

I suppose the important thing that I got from all of this (and I’m not saying you have to think about it that way!) is that home is just a place in your mind, and you can visit it whenever you want.

And as for the feelings of loneliness and homesickness? They’re VALID! They’re normal and honestly, you SHOULD feel them! It means you have good, safe memories to go back to. 

Try not to be too hard on yourself. Even if your relationship with your family is complicated, it’s ok to miss them. It’s ok to feel isolated. It’s hella stressful, and you are understandably going through a lot of stuff! 

Whatever happens from now on, you are HERE and you can make NEW memories and make a new home. And maybe sometime down the line, you’ll think back to NOW and think of that as home.

Feelings

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are Rebekah Mikaelson’s best friend and, ah, a mermaid. She brough you home in a gesture act. What she did not expect was that her brother, Klaus, would fall for you and, whilst doing so, he win your heart over.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, some violent descriptions (not that big of a deal), mentions of sex, fluff

Word Count: 4250 (i think i broke my record with this one)


Patiently waiting for Rebekah Mikaelson, who happened to be your best friend for quite some time now, at a bar, you thought of how much your life had changed in the past year. All because you were forced to abandon your mermaid nature after one reckless night you spend at a forbidden cave; sure, your mother had warned you what would happen if you went there during a full moon, but you always thought she was just being an overprotective mum. Ultimately, she was not, for the next morning you woke up entirely naked. Oh, and with freaking legs instead of your blueish tail as well.

A gentle chuckle left your lips when you remembered the stunned looks the humans gave you once you managed to get out of the cave. Nudity can get them incredibly nervous.

“I presume you’re waiting for my sister, love.” A masculine voice, soaked in a marvellous British accent, said. “May I keep you company?”

“Suit yourself, Niklaus.” Your reply was short, straight to the point. “But I warn you she’ll be mad if she finds you here.”

“I know how to deal with Rebekah.” He smirked, sitting on one of the chairs and facing you with those deep blue eyes. “You know that.”

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Treat You Better | Peter Parker

Summary: Based on the song Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes (duh. You could figure that out by just reading the title.) Peter Parker has had a crush on the reader since the beginning of middle school but the reader already has a boyfriend who, if you can’t tell by the title, treats her like crap. One night, Peter decided the reader’s boyfriend has gone too far…

Warning: LANGUAGE AND (SOME) ABUSIVE CONTENT!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Song Inspired Oneshot

Requested: anonymously 

MASTERLIST

A/N: Wrote this up quicker than I thought. Hope everyone enjoys it!


Originally posted by sexy-stan

Peter Parker’s Point of View:

I knew. I knew from the very moment my eyes fell on Y/N, I knew I was a goner. It had only taken me a week to realize that I was head over heels for a girl I didn’t even know. All I knew about her was that she went to my school, she was in my history class, and that I was already madly in love with her.

I don’t know. Maybe it was the way her hair flowed aimlessly over her shoulders, or the way her eyes twinkled in the sunlight. Or maybe the way her lips curved into the perfect smile, that would just melt my heart. The way she aced every class effortlessly or made everyone around her smile and laugh. This girl was perfect. There was only one problem:

She had a boyfriend.

The two had met her first year of high school. She was a freshmen and he was a sophomore. The two were complete opposites but everyone encouraged them for their relationship to take place, saying: “Opposites attract.”

Let me tell you something. That is not always the case. These two were so different. They were fire and ice, darkness vs light, cold vs hot, day vs night, water and oil. They just didn’t seem like a fitting couple.

Of course, neither of them knew it at the time so they started dating three months into the school year. He would flirt with her and she would blush back. It was your typical cliche movie romance story.

I won’t lie to you
I know he’s just not right for you
And you can tell me if I’m off
But I see it on your face
When you say that he’s the one that you want
And you’re spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop

We never talked but I wish we did. Now here we were, our second year into high school and this is were things started to get a little rough. Y/N came into school one day changed. She looked differently almost and certainly acted differently. She didn’t smile once that day.

I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

We had been assigned as lab partners that year in chemistry class together. She came in one day with a split lip. When I asked her what happened, she replied with: “I-I fell down.” 

It didn’t take me long to figure out that her boyfriend was physically abusing her. I made note of this whenever I saw them together. Whenever he would put his arm around he shoulder, she would tense up and be all stiff. Whenever he tried to kiss her, she would always try to turn her head away from him. 

They also fought constantly. It became a daily ritual for them almost. It made me wonder why they didn’t just break up already. She deserved so much more. I didn’t understand why she stayed with a guy like him, a guy that physically abused her and said mean things to her. I wished she would just leave him.

I’ll stop time for you
The second you say you’d like me too
I just wanna give you the loving that you’re missing
Baby, just to wake up with you
Would be everything I need and this could be so different
Tell me what you want to do

I would do anything for her. Literally anything. I would give anything for her.  But I never even rounded enough courage to talk to her. It was always a simple: “Hello Peter,” in the hallways or in class. No other word was spoke between the two of us.

Over time, the odd couple’s relationship had gotten more rocky and unstable. Y/N almost never smiled and she seemed depressed. It made me extra angry every time I saw her boyfriend treating her like shit in school or outside of school. I wanted to help her. 

It wasn’t until Liz’s Party that I decided to do something. As soon as Ned and I walked in that door, Y/N approached us with a smile on her face. It was the first time I had seen her smile in a long time.

“Hi Peter. Ned,” she nodded. I couldn’t help but smile and admire her face as she talked to me for a few minutes. This was the first real conversation we had together. 

What I didn’t notice was her boyfriend eyeing us on the other side of the room. He had somehow managed to buy a few cans of beer earlier that night and had drunk all of them before arriving at this party. 

‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

I stiffened in posture when I saw the big guy walking towards us. He stumbled a little bit but found his way over to the two of us. “Hey babe. This little twig bothering you?”

She rolled her eyes at him as he laced his arm around her shoulder. “No, he’s my friend.” She shoved his arm off her shoulder. He smacked her ass and she jumped, wincing at his actions. 

“Care to show her some respect?” I asked. He chuckled and fiercely grabbed Y/N upper arm.

“You come with me,” he dragged her outside Liz’s house and I couldn’t help but watch as they fought. Though I couldn’t hear them over Flash’s music, I could visible see the anger and frustration surging through both of their eyes.

I made my way over to the window just in time to see his hand come crashing down onto her face. She fell to the ground from the amount of force and she began to cry softly to herself. That’s when I decided to step in.

I opened the screen door and made my way over to her. I placed my arm on her and she winced. “Ssh. Ssh. Ssh. It’s okay. I got you.” I stood to my feet and turned around. “Stay away from her. You don’t deserve a woman like her. She deserves so much better.”

“Uh-huh. And what are you going to do about it?” I swung my fist and it collided with his jaw. He stumbled back and cursed me out, but I didn’t care. I told him to get lost and he did. 

When I turned around, Y/N was gone. I searched the house but couldn’t find her. I was about to give up and just go home all together when I spotted her on the curb of the street. I slowly approached her and sat down next to her as she cried.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner,” I said.

“I am just glad you got there. I couldn’t imagine what he would have done if you hadn’t–” she stopped herself. She shook her head free of those thoughts. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter any more. It’s over. We are through.”

“Well I am glad then.” She looked at me in question so I explained myself. “I saw the way he treated you and I didn’t like it. He treated you like shit. Guys are suppose to respect women and care for them, not tear them down. He didn’t deserve you. You are worth a million of him. You deserve so much better.”

“Thanks Peter. That really means a lot to me,” she said, sniffing up her tears. I smiled kindly at her, showing I meant no harm and that I respected her for who she was. 

Give me a sign
Take my hand, we’ll be fine
Promise I won’t let you down
Just know that you don’t
Have to do this alone
Promise I’ll never let you down

“I just want you to know, that when you are ready, I will be waiting for you. I promise to treat you better than he ever did. I will treat you with respect and love. But I am always here for you and I will wait. I will wait for you because honestly, I don’t want anybody else.”

A small sincere smile arose onto her lips and she laced her hand with mine. She rest her head on my shoulder and sighed, breathing in the fresh air the night had produced. I raised her hand to my lips and gently kissed her knuckles. 

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

At that moment, I think we both knew. The future would be kind to us and we were so grateful it was. Everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright. 

if you’re ever having a bad day, just think about when bangtan proved just how much they love each other in BV2 EP 6 like when the 94z praised and encouraged one another with heart felt words and showed off just how close they really are for the world to see, or when JJJ made each other die laughing with their dorky embarrassing ways in public and wore their ukulele key chains as gaudy earrings (good lord) as a sign of their true broship, or when taegi nearly cried bc their one bowl of shared naengmyeon was apparently that life changing and yoongi totally gave in to tae’s ways resulting in such an adorable, only slightly awkward loveydovey bro date. 

yeah, just think about all that instead. 

anonymous asked:

Headcanon's on Lloyd and his dad or just family in general?

hi yh sorry I haven’t posted any headcanons in a while I think you sent me this like 34 years ago I’m so sorry ajdjsj

  • Lloyd: dad can I go fight the serpentine by myself
    Garmadon: what did Misako say?
    Lloyd: mom said no
    Garmadon: then why should I say yes?
    Lloyd: because she’s not the boss of you
    Garmadon: this is a trap this is a trap this is a trap this is a t
  • literally so many dad jokes Lloyd is like what did I do to deserve this
    • “hi green ninja, I’m dad.”
    • “what’s the best time to go to the dentist? tooth-hurty”
    • “you were in the serpentine war, did you ever get shot in the army?” “no, I got shot in the leggy”
    • he’s probably the one that taught Zane “dab me outside” *unauthentic air horn*
    • he does it to all the ninja so here’s exclusive footage of them recounting their experiences
    • Lloyd gives in eventually and this is the result, Garmadon is the one with the violin
  • Lloyd: hey noah fence but what the f
    Garmadon: LLOYD
    Lloyd: …….. frozen yogurt. fart. fork. frog. what the frog.
  • Garmadon is like “I know the perfect way to make it up to Lloyd and bond with him” and he’s like “I know he loves video games” so he comes home with a step dance mat for them to have dance battles and Lloyd cries because it’s perfect and he loves it
  • Misako: I love my son I would never let anything harm him or leave him for anything in the world
    Lloyd: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office*
  • when Misako isn’t home
  • Misako: *answers phone* hello?
    Lloyd: mom where are you
    Misako: I just got back from the store but I think I forgot something
    Lloyd: yeah you forgot me
  • when Lloyd was little he was a brat bc he was tryna be evil, so every time Misako cooked dinner he’d be like “I hate this I’m not eating it your cooking is gross” so she’d be like “fine but you’re not allowed anything else for the rest of the day >://” but when Lloyd goes to bed garmadon sneaks in with a McDonald’s for him and Lloyd is like >:3c
  • Garmadon: Lloyd, lemme see what you have
    Lloyd, running: a knife!!
    Garmadon: n O
  • “so dad you love me right? and you know how like. there’s been lots of stress over the past while and. I love you so much and you also love me right we’re a forever happy father and son who never get mad at each other. not that I’m trying to manipulate any feelings here!! haha who would do that. anyway so, theoretically, say for whatever reason I had blown up the microwave-”
    • Garmadon just goes “I’ll be honest with you Lloyd I blew up the microwave 3 weeks ago please don’t tell your mother”
  • Garmadon: Lloyd you’ve been hiding in there for hours, come out of the closet!
    Lloyd, from inside his closet: I’M GAY!!
    Garmadon: that’s not what I meant but I support you!!
  • Lloyd has like 7 years of piggybacks to cash in so he gets piggybacks everywhere
  • *when Lloyd was born*
    Garmadon: I want to see my little boy
    Misako: here he comes!!
  • “dad I am 3 years old I don’t know how to do taxes” “I’m like 200 years old and I still don’t know how to do taxes it doesn’t get any easier”
  • some villain: you’re an awful leader Lloyd you’ll never be anything
    Lloyd: SAY THAT TO MY FACE
    Garmadon: Lloyd it’s not worth the energy, just ignore it
    some villain: yeah, listen to the old man haha!
    Garmadon: whAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?? OLD MAN?? SON, WATCH HOW AN OLD MAN KICKS ASS
  • hide and seek from Misako except she doesn’t know they’re playing hide and seek so they’re just hiding from her for hours and she eventually finds them in the store room eating three (3) tubs of ice cream
  • real talk Lloyd is stressed 24/7/365 so garmadon has to make him chill
  • Lloyd thinks Garmadon is the oracle of wisdom and he is in a lot of ways but I’ll be honest 30% of it is bs
    • like team wise and powers and emotional support garmadon is sorted he can give Lloyd everything he needs, but when it comes to life advice he has no idea what he’s doing so he’s just like ah,,,, yes,,,,,,,, well I’ll let your mother tell you what she thinks and then I’ll give you my take on what she says
  • *in battle*
    Garmadon: prepare for trouble, make it double!
    Lloyd: dad that's… what the bad guys say
    Garmadon: can you really blame me Lloyd
  • they’re sparring and garmadon is like “don’t go easy on me I can take it ;))” so Lloyd is like “aight” and roundhouse kicks him straight in the jaw
  • someone: how come you both have grey hair when your son is so young
    *Lloyd comes running past screaming with an armful of sweets and his sword as the entire kitchen sets on fire*
    Garmadon & Misako: haha no idea :’’’’’)
  • if you think that Lloyd is gonna prank his dad and almost give him a heart attack every time then you are correct
  • Lloyd: hey dad I’m leaving the room for 3 seconds please don’t embarrass me in front of all my friends ok
    Garmadon: got it no problem
    Also garmadon: *gets out all of Lloyd’s baby videos including one of him singing the “gotta go my own way” duet from hsm to himself in the mirror, trying to do both parts on his own*
  • Garmadon gave him his gi, right? nice sentiment, right? WRONG Lloyd is like “why am I perpetually cursed to always be expected to fight in clothes that are too big for me Zane didn’t die for this"
  • Kai is Garmadon’s favourite ninja don’t tell anyone but it’s bc he was a big brother to Lloyd when he really needed him and he’ll never be able to thank him enough for that. also it was really funny when Kai tried to fight him and it still makes him laugh
  • Lloyd has no life experience and Garmadon teaching Lloyd to drive was one of my favourite fandom jokes ever and I can’t do it justice so I won’t talk abt that one
    • however Garmadon does make a list of things he feels is necessary for him to learn:
    • flossing
    • how to cook blindfolded just in case you are temporarily visually impaired after battle
    • where he keeps the recipe for his cookies
    • be careful who you trust with a secret handshake
    • how to cut your hair 101: don’t. go to a hairdresser or ask Misako.
    • what to do if you accidentally iron a hole in your gi
    • how to knock someone out using only a cotton bud
    • how to tie your shoes bc Lloyd you can’t live in velcro shoes for your whole life they’re not very stealthy
    • why it’s bad to join a cult and get a tattoo
    • how to not go bald and make wu jealous
    • the perfect Intense voice for dire situations
    • dramatic monologues

Ask me ninjago headcanons!

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Summary: You have some very important news to tell Shawn, but you’re not quite sure how he’s gonna take it.

Requested: Sort Of

I ran a hand through my hair as I paced around Shawn’s empty dressing room. I found out some news a few days ago and I’m not sure how he’s gonna take it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I have to tell him though. He deserves to know. It would be cruel of me not to tell him. I let out a frustrated growl as I sat on the couch. What’s the worst that can happen?”

With that, I forced myself off the couch and made my way to the stage where Shawn is doing soundcheck. I tucked my hands in my pocket, trying not to talk myself out of this. I walked out to the isles of seats and stood in the middle of the walkway.

Shawn was playing his guitar and smiling at the crew as the made up silly lyrics. He busted into laughter and high fives a guy after the track was over. He looks so carefree. This is what he loves and who am I to rip this away from him. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach as Shawn turns around and spots me, sending me the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time. I turned around and started toward the arena door, trying to conceal my tears from Shawn’s view.

“I’ll be right back.” I hear him say. Crap. I speed up my walking and make it out the double doors just as Shawn is grabbing my arm, turning me around. His face drops as he takes hold of my face, wiping the tears away. “Hey hey hey, What’s wrong? What happened?”


“I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” I explain. Shawn suddenly stood up straight and examined my face. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Who is he?” He asked through clenched teeth, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“Who is he and how long has it been going on? I swear, Y/n, if you say it’s Cameron, I will-“

“You think I’m cheating on you? You think I would do that to you with your best friend?” I asked hurt clear in my voice.

“Why else would you be so nervous to tell me something, Y/n?”

“Because I’m pregnant!” I say raising my voice a little bit. Shawn freezes.

“What?” He says, the color drained from his face. A few minutes pass and Shawn is still standing there, speechless.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. I start to walk away when Shawn grabs my arm again.


“Wait, I’m sorry. I just… it’s a lot.” He says placing his hands on my waist. I lean into him and rest my head on his chest. “How long have you known?”


“2 days.” I feel Shawn stiffen under me.  

“How far are you?” I take a deep breath.

“If I got my math right, the last time we had sex was when you were frustrated about your tour work so… 2 months tomorrow.” I slowly break away from Shawn and look at Shawn who seems to be deep bin thought. “I should go.” |

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I don’t belong here anymore Shawn.”

“Why does it sound like you saying goodbye?” He asks. I closed my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

“Because I am.” I reply. Shawn shakes his head.

“No.” He replies with a stern voice. I know he’s not going to let me go easily, but I have too. I open my mouth to say something, but the door behind us opens.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Shawn if you want the show to start on time you need to get dressed.” Someone from the crew notifies him. Shawn nods.

“I’ll be a second.” With that the person leaves and I cross my arms around my torso.

“Have fun at your show. I know your gonna kill it.” I said. Shawn rubbed his eyes.

“Why do you keep saying goodbye?” I could hear the hurt in his voice.

“Because I don’t want to hold you back! I don’t want to be the reason you can’t go out and live like an 18 year old pop star should! I don’t want you to miss amazing opportunities all because you have a pregnant girlfriend at home, Shawn! I don’t want that for you! I don’t want you to look back years from now and start to resent me because you couldn’t do what you love to do!” I cried. Shawn gathered me in his arms.

“Baby, I will never see you that way. Believe it or not you’re giving me a gift. Yes, it might be a little early, but there’s nothing that I want more than to start a family with you.”  

“You’re not angry?” I asked into his chest. Shawn chuckled.

“No, I’m not angry.” He said.

“What about the hormones?” Shawn laughed.

“I think I can handle them.” He said taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

“And the cravings and mood swings?”

“I think I can handle those too. Just… stay. Please.” Shawn said, placing his forehead on mine.

“Fine.” I whispered. With that, Shawn smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. Suddenly the door behind us opened.

“Sorry to break this up, but you need to get ready, Mendes. Now.” His stylist said, practically dragging him through the doors. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. That went better than expected. Now here comes the hard part:

Telling everyone else.

Acceptance as a Queer Asian American

Coming out as pansexual to my grandmother was an extremely important, and I believe, pivotal moment in my life as a queer, Asian young adult. I believe this for many reasons, but there are two specific ones that over shadow the rest.

The first of those is what it meant to me as a Japanese-American woman to feel safe enough and confidant enough in who I was to come out to my grandmother. For the majority of my queer journey up to this point, I was dead set on the fact that I could never tell my grandmother my sexual orientation. No matter the circumstance, I was sure that my grandmother would not understand or approve. No matter the circumstance, there was a great chance of my losing my relationship with her, my strongest tie to my Japanese heritage and her presence in my life as a third parent could be gone forever. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice the love between us or isolate myself even more than I already felt from the Japanese community.

As much as my refusal to share my identity with my grandmother was based in my fear of her not loving me anymore, a good portion was also based in how I felt my faux-heterosexuality was essentially tied to my right to my Japanese heritage. I already felt like an imposter for being biracial and I felt that my admission to being attracted to more than just men would give the community more reason to exile me, revoke my membership that I’d come to believe I could only have if my grandmother backed me first. After all, my grandmother was the closest resource I had for my culture and language. Everything that made me feel Japanese I could attribute to her: my round face, olive skin, and almond eyes, my short stature and straight frame, my knowledge of Japanese tradition and lore with her songs and stories, my induction to Japanese pop culture with Studio Ghibli, candies and sweets, cartoons by Sanrio, and watching her Japanese shows on the TV, my love of the Japanese food she’d raised me on, the miso shiru and gyoza that marked my childhood, my interest and grasp of the Japanese language that she’d spoke and sang to me all my life. If she disowned me for this, it would feel like the entire Japanese and Asian community behind her would disown me as well.

When I finally decided to come out as pansexual to my grandma I was twenty. Four years after my official acceptance of the label, I’d gained enough confidence in my intersectionality of identities, enough love and pride for them all, that none of them could be affected by her acceptance or disapproval. My forgiveness and acceptance of my white, Scottish family and heritage had allowed me to discard the shame I felt for being mixed race in the Asian community. My growth and education in my Japanese heritage, history, and language had given me confidence in my identity as a Japanese person that no amount of racial slurs, stereotypes, or discrimination I received from any group of people could shake. My growth and knowledge of my self as a sexually and gender queer person and found footing in the LGBTQ+ community had shed the self hatred and fear of rejection from my mind. As painful as losing my grandmother would be, it would not and could not break me as might have before. I was tired of living behind lies. Being able to do something about that without fear of losing myself in my lost relationship was the most liberating thing I’d felt in my history with my Japanese and queer identities.

The second of the two reasons is absolutely the way my grandmother responded to my coming out. She both met my expectations and surprised me in the best of ways. And by that I mean that her reaction was so explicitly something my grandmother would say and do, but my fear of the worst case scenario had clouded my ability to perceive this outcome over the former.

I saw the opportunity to tell her over a conversation we had started about the recent mass shooting of LGBTQ+ people in Orlando, Florida. The devastation she expressed over the massacre, her clear understanding of the hateful prejudice behind the crime, it allowed me to see her clearer than before.

“I don’t understand why people do that!” I remember her shouting. “Why you got to hurt and kill people just because you disagree? Megan, it does not matter who you love, who I love, it doesn’t matter! Just because you believe doesn’t give you right to take another’s life!”

With her words my perceptions changed. My biases that often allowed me to view her as a stubborn child with an adult’s face and experiences had been pushed aside. Instead of the previously held image I’d had, my view of my grandmother had shifted to that of a women who’d experienced much hardship and shut out many new people and ideas because of it, but was still capable of growth and acceptance of new social norms and ways of thinking. This new image, this new perception of my grandma was a kinder, softer one than I’d met previously. It was one that I was safe with, I could feel it in my stomach and my cheeks.

“You know, it’s kind of scary for people like me, people who like more than just the opposite sex, people like those killed in that club, to be alive right now,” I said. “I’m like them, I like more than just boys, I want to date a girl someday, and it scares me that someone might want to kill me for that.”

My grandmother stared at me for a moment, her bony arms encircling her small legs, a high hum coming from her throat. That hum and the noise of her TV that never got turned off were the only sound in the room for several moments.

“You like girls?” She asked, then gestured to the news on the TV. “Like those people?”

I nodded and she made the same high hum.

“Well you know, Megan,” she said, looking down then back up again. I could feel my heart pounding heavily against my chest. “it does not matter who you love what you believe because you are my granddaughter. You are my first granddaughter and I will love you and take care of you always.”

I felt tears pricking my eyes and my heart slow its pace. I’d cried coming out to each of my parents so far, but this was the first time my tears were from joy.

With my mother I’d cried with frustration and anger at her lack of understanding and patronizing questions. Despite her general acceptance and “I’ll always love you” concluding statements, it’d hurt that she’d had so many concerns and objections. With my father I’d cried with rage, the pain of betrayal, the pain of lost love, and a fear for my livelihood then forward. He’d made me feel like a child running from home who truly had no option of turning back. He’d made me feel like his promises to love and care for me all these years had been out right lies.

But with my grandmother, all I’d felt was an overwhelming happiness from her words. Her straightforward acceptance, her attempt to understand me with out being invasive… I hadn’t been aware of how desperately I’d needed her to respond in this way until she had. With it I felt a tremendous weight lifted off my chest and a surge of love and emotion.

Seeing my watering eyes, my grandmother leaned forward and hugged me. I laughed at how her arms could hardly reach around my shoulders and I scooted closer so to make it easier for her. She patted my back with her bony, knobby, hands and kissed my head.

“I don’t care who you love, Megan. I love you first and that’s what’s important.”

I sniffled and laughed, squeezing her waist in my arms.

“Arigatou gozaimasu, obaachan. Aishite,” I said. “Thank you, grandma. I love you.”

NCT 127 + Ten Reaction : “When you’re Drunk”

Hey guys! This is a NCT 127 All Members Reaction and Ten, to when you’re drunk! Requests are open - so send them in! Hope you enjoy it! <3 Luna

Warning - If you’re sensitive to drunken scenarios/behaviour please do not read on! 

*As always, I will state which gifs are mine! And, this is only my opinion and is in now way meant to offend anyone! <3* 


Taeyong

*gif by me*

“Jagi, you okay?” Taeyong asked taking your hand as you clung onto his waist a the bar. You giggled loudly, unable to stop the laugh from escaping your lips. You could feel your lips moving but struggled to even know what you were saying. Instead you watched as he swayed in your vision.

“Y/N? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Oh my god! Your hands are huge!” you screeched taking them in your own, just as you were about to stumble backwards. His arm wrapped around your waist hugging you close to him as he grabbed you a glass of water and leading you outside. 

“Sip the water Y/N, don’t gulp it,” he instructed with a laugh as he sat you down, kneeling in front of you and smiling. “Drink that and then we’ll get some food and go home, okay?”

You nodded feeling the buzz of the alcohol hit you and the world spin in turn. “Okay. Why do you look after me all the time.” 

He didn’t answer, instead he planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Come on. Let’s get some food.” 

Taeil

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Taeil had managed to get you home. He had practically carried you up the stairs, helped you change clothes and put you into bed with a kiss on your head. Little did he know you weren’t where he left you. Taeil had been sat alone in the living room when he smelt the burning.

“What the hell?” he hurried from the room, sprinting into the kitchen where smoke was thick in the air, billowing out from the toaster. “Y/N!?” he cried shaking his head at you sitting on the floor with a jar of chocolate spread in your hands and a spoon in your mouth.

“What?” you mumbled through a mouthful of spread that coated your teeth and tongue. “Taeil why are you trying to set the house on fire?!” 

He glared down at you swatting the air with a towel just so the fire alarm didn’t go off at three in the morning. The other members would be pretty annoyed at that. “Why aren’t you in bed!?” Taeil cried pushing open every window before kneeling in front of you.

You smiled widely at him tapping him on the nose with the spoon and leaving chocolate in its place. “I was hungry,” you slurred leaning towards him and kissing his nose sloppily. He held you there for a moment grinning to himself. “And it’s lonely in bed without you.”

Johnny

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“Johnny! Look!” you cried looking back to him as you stood on a wall. You were balancing yourself crazily, barely staying upright. The alcohol slurred your words but you swore you felt fine.

“What are you doing?” he gasped grabbing your waist and lifting you down. “I swear I take my eyes off you for two seconds…”

You shut him by planting a kiss on his lips. He grinned against your mouth before whispering, “You’re unbelievable Y/N.”

“Will you carry me?” you asked quietly hugging his arm. He lifted you onto his back and carried you all the way home. 

Along the way he made silly jokes with you, he kept you relaxed, trying to forget the sick feeling that was rising in your stomach. He laughed at everything you said in a drunken slur until you fell asleep against his shoulder. “The things I do for you Y/N.”

Yuta

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Yuta was just as drunk as you. The pair of you struggled to get into a cab, and then stumbled together through the front door of the dorm. “I’m starving!” Yuta grumbled heading straight for the kitchen. 

“Mmm this is so good!” was all you heard as you finally made it into the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes along the way and only just catching him as he scoffed your secret stash of crisps into his mouth.

“Yuta!” you cried running over and tackling him for the food. “Sharing is caring!”

He was off balance and crashed to the floor, taking you with him, knocking the bag from his hands. Crisps scattered everywhere. And with a pout on your face you rolled beside him punching him in the chest.

“Ugh I’m wounded!” he cried grabbing a handful of them and throwing it at you. The laughs between you were explosive as the food fight began. Until suddenly a voice came from nowhere. “What the hell Yuta?! You can clean this up!” Taeyong shrieked from the door. “Are you two drunk?”

“Nooooo,” you laughed in a sing song voice as Yuta grabbed you.

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My 'Sad Song' Playlist

Sad song // We the Kings
Cancer // My Chemical Romance
Somebody Else // The 1975
(Un)lost // The Maine
Wherever you are // 5 Seconds of Summer
Like we used to // A Rocket to the Moon
Lost and Found // A Rocket to the Moon
24 Floors // The Maine
Painting Flowers // All time Low
Alone // Sleeping with Sirens
Amnesia // 5 Seconds of Summer
Better off Dead // Sleeping with Sirens
I miss you // Blink 182
Drown // Bring Me the Horizon
Broken Home // 5 Seconds of Summer
Bruised and Scarred // Mayday Parade
Terrible Things // Mayday Parade
Doomed // Bring Me the Horizon
Call me hopeless, not romantic // Mayday Parade
Close as strangers // 5 seconds of summer
Cemetery Drive // My chemical romance
Forget me not // Marianas Trench
Hurricane // Halsey
Happy endings are stories that haven’t ended yet // mayday parade
Heroine // Sleeping With Sirens
Stay // Mayday Parade
Miserable at Best // Mayday Parade
Who do you love // Marianas Trench
High hopes // Kodaline
HNSCC // The 1975
Homesick // A Day to Remember (acoustic)
How to Draw // The 1975
Hurricane // Parachute
I wanna be yours // Arctic Monkeys
I write sins not tragedies // panic! At the disco
I’m not okay (I promise) // My chemical romance
I’m sorry // the maine
Sad // Maroon 5
Boulevard of broken dreams // Greenday
Everything’s an illusion // Mayday Parade
Northern downpour // Panic! At the Disco
November // Sleeping with Sirens
Wake me up when september ends // Greenday
This is gospel // Panic! At the disco (piano version)
With ears to see and eyes to hear // Sleeping with sirens (acoustic)
The strays // Sleeping with sirens
Left Alone // Sleeping with Sirens
Hang you up // Yellowcard
Still breathing // Mayday Parade
Sleeping with the light on // Busted
One last cry // Brian McKnight
Broken Strings // Nelly Furtado and James Morrison
Throne // Bring me the horizon
Lips of an angel // Hinder
If it means a lot to you // A Day to Remember
Remembering Sunday // All time low
Therapy // All time low
Welcome to my life // Simple Plan
Wonderwall // oasis
Vegas skies // The Cab
The Scientist // Coldplay
I don’t wanna miss a thing // Aerosmith
21 Guns // Greenday
Caraphernelia // Pierce The veil
The memory // Mayday Parade
Robbers // The 1975
102 // Matty healy
Robbers // The 1975
The man who can’t be moved // The Script
Breakeven // The Script
Give me love // Ed Sheeran
Photograph // Ed Sheeran
Hate to see your heartbreak // Paramore
Decode // paramore
If you don’t know // 5 Seconds of Summer
Long way home // 5 Seconds of Summer
Invisible // 5 Seconds of Summer
The girl who cried wolf // 5 Seconds of Summer
I’m a mess // Ed Sheeran
She lays down // The 1975
Undo // The 1975
Stuck on stupid // Chris Brown

Him

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader remembers a night with Dean.

Warnings:  Smut.  

Word Count:  1300

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Him

I often remember that night.

I think we all have that one person that our memory circles back to. The one that made us feel alive, the one that made us long for something more. The one that we couldn’t have.

It’s been many years since I met him.  It was only one night.  

I’m married with a family of my own now. I have kids I adore and the house that I always wanted. My husband is a good and loving man.  

But still, I think of him often.

——–

The night is brilliant, the moon is bright, and I feel warm and tingly all over. I feel wanton and sexy and naughty.

“Oh, shit.” His knees are shaking a bit, his head pressed back against the cold stone wall. His hands are fisted in my hair, his jeans around his ankles, my knees digging into the concrete slab.

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Work Comes Home - Part 8

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 6100

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who read this over (@ourforgottenboleros​, @secretschuylersister​, @letsgiggletogether​: your enthusiasm and excitement honestly helps me to write this. @iwrotemywayto-revolution​ THANK YOU for fixing my horrible grammar - you’re amazing.) Let me know if there’s any little mistakes, I can go in and fix later <3

Disclaimer: I’m sorry for any pain, there’s a few more parts left in this story so please stay with me. Feel free to yell at me all you like because I UNDERSTAND. Again, the timeline is definitely a little weird and artistic liberties were obviously taken in reference to the publishing industry. 

Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing

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