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I’m Sorry

Request: Can you do an imagine if y/n and Shawn fighting and maybe she accidentally cuts herself or just hurts herself during the fight and Shawn kinda just rushes to hell and forgets about the fight? Thank you!!
A/N: hey hey hey!! i’ve been having a social life but i’m back now bitches. THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 472, SO ALMOST 500 NOTES ON KEEP QUIET, IT’S INSANE OMG
Rating: I for INTENSE BITCH no jk maybe maybe not
Word count: 1.2K


I woke up, feeling as I do everyday. Normal. I showered, cleaned, read and finished paperwork, all the same as any day I would. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I definitely felt off today, like something would go wrong. Nothing did, not even while grocery shopping. That was normally the point of my Saturdays where everything goes south and I return home ready to cry or kill.

I was lugging the bags towards the humble abode when I noticed Shawn’s jeep in the parking lot. It was strange not seeing his name flash up on my screen for the duration of my shopping trip, not even a text to ask me to get him a Toblerone from the candy section. I’d assumed he was napping or something since he’s been in the studio all day.

“Hey Shawn, could you come he—What’s your problem?” I breathed once I finally entered the front door, Shawn’s icy gaze already on me. I set the bags on the countertop and huff, resting my hands on my hips.
“Nothing, m’fine.” He mumbles, waltzing straight past me and into the kitchen.
“Yeah, clearly, right?” I gave up for the moment, refocusing on the remaining bags in the car. I mustered up the last of the energy I had and marched down the stairs to claim the last of the shopping bags.

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There’s nothing that bothers me more than hearing you say the words “I am a mistake”. I’ve chosen you out of all the people in the world. Doesn’t that tell you something?
—  Poets Love Her

okay. okay i can’t just start this and not talk about my expectations from tv!lyra
i usually try not to have expectations of any kind (see my approach to doctor who) but it’s impossible when it comes to my all time favorite female character
so, @bbc - 

  • give me a lyra who’s wild
  • give me a lyra who’s got torn, worn hand me down clothes and dirty knees and bruises and scratches all over
  • give me a lyra with twigs in her hair and stars in her eyes
  • give me a rude lyra, a lyra who yells, a lyra who doesn’t (and frankly, can’t) hide her emotions
  • give me a leader lyra, give me a decisive and arrogant lyra
  • give me a lyra who lies without hesitation, who lies like she’s been doing it all her life because she has, give me a deceiving and cunning 11 year old child
  • give me a lyra who’s still CHILDISH as hell, who looks up to the adults she admires like they’re magic, who bluntly acts like she can blend into societies she admires with varying degrees of success (mrs. coulter’s lifestyle, the gyptians, bolvanger - depends on how hard she’s trying to lie and whether she’s just trying to have fun or actually lying for her life)
  • give me lyra’s and pan relationship - something deeper than anything else
  • yet give me a lyra who seems so different from her daemon - from responsible, planner, voice of reason pan who always has to look out for her
  • YET give me lyra and pan who are children and play together and laugh together and act as the one whole being that they are
  • give me the lyra who drove jordan scholars mad
  • give me lyra who lad gangs of street urchins into wars
  • give me lyra who earned the respect and admiration of iorek byrnison, lee scoresby and serafina pekkala (two of which are monarchs)
  • give me lyra goddamn silvertongue

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do.

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for.

—  Sleeping At Last (Turning Page)
Anger’s Not A Good Look On You

Summary: Seeing the hate Y/N gets, angers Shawn more than it does Y/N.
Requested? Nope :)
Rating: Nothin’ serious

Adulting is difficult. I’m more than sure that’s not even a word, but my brain is so scrambled, that we’ll run with it. No one gives you a manual on how to deal with everyday comings in life and I so desperately wish they did. I love my job, but today was one of the more difficult days where the harsher customers walked through the doors. Being a restaurant host is one of the hardest jobs that I’ve worked. It’s actually the only one I’ve ever worked.

Dealing with people's’ attitudes that make you want to snap a person’s neck, babies that make headaches an all day occurrence, clanking dirty dishes, squeaky work shoes, broken glasses, spilled syrup jugs, a variety of families in an extremely enclosed area—and of course—having to paint a smile on my face day in, day out and kiss patrons asses as if this money is truly worth it, makes me wanna break down by the end of my shift .Today was a day of sorts.

I walked through the front door of Shawn and I’s shared apartment and throw my keys across the living room. “I hate my life!” I yell into the void, untying my apron from around my waist. The place was unusually quiet and it caused a sudden unease to creep up my spine. Shawn was usually blasting his music or strumming random chords for a new ballad that hit him in the shower, but…nothing today.

 I crept to the kitchen, slipping a knife from its holder. Grasping it behind my back, I trudge upstairs, skipping the noisiest steps. Kanye West blasted from the other side of the door and my heart stopped thumping against my rib cage. I dropped the knife on the stand as I turned the doorknob, watching the door open before me.

Feet away, Shawn laid screaming the lyrics to a country song into the atmosphere like his worst enemy was here to listen. My presence wasn’t undetected for long, because he was cutting down his music and eyeing me in the doorway soon. “What’s up with that shitty scowl, Mendes?” I question before I climb over his dangling limbs, letting myself rest on his hips.

He pulls me into his chest and his chin perches on the crown of my head. As much as I love him and being in his arms, I needed him to talk to me. “Nah uh, what’s the matter babe?” He sighs, defeated and pushes himself into sitting position, his elbows supporting his weight.
“Why can’t everyone love you like I do, Y/N? I don’t get it.”
“I don’t know, Shawn,” I huffed, caressing his tinting cheeks, “I truly don’t, but that’s not my job to worry about.”
“Then what is?” He queries, his clouded eyes finally meeting my own.
“My job is to make a certain man happy, in whatever way I know best.” I press a tender kiss against his lips and he hums in satisfaction.
 “And that you do very well. I wish you could do it without my girls attacking you.” The look in his eyes is sorrowful, borderline painful it almost seems and this is one pain I can’t take off his shoulders.

He’ll always feels helpless when it comes to protecting those he loves 24/7 because he just can’t be Superman everyday. I hate that he worried so much about what his fans had to say about me. I spent so much time growing up, worried of my personal image that I lived in fear of everything. Now, I was learning not to.”Hey listen.” I murmured, pinning his hands beside his head.

His back makes contact with our mattress and surprisingly he doesn’t object but gives me his undivided attention. “I know, it sucks that everyone can’t love me. I remember watching my band members date girls, some good and some not. I remember that feeling. That’s what they feel with me. They’re scared I’ll break their world and I can understand why they would be.”

I climb from his lap and take a seat beside him, pulling his head to rest in my lap. His eyes slowly close as I rake my fingers through his curled tuffs of hair and I take a moment to watch him before I continue talking. “I’m not perfect and I never will, despite your protests that I am. I’ll make mistakes, I’ll stumble and fall, but as long as I’m making you happy, I’m doing my job right.”
“But, Y/N you’re kinda pe—”
“Say it and I’m canceling the gift I ordered you yesterday.” The moment I finish my sentence, his mouth snaps shut. “I used to do things for everyone else’s pleasure, but now I’m doing them for my own. As long as I’m happy with you and you with me, we’re okay. I’m gonna get attacked just because I’m around you at times, but if we’re happy with each other, that’s what’s important.”

A small smile finds its way to Shawn’s face and I mentally congratulate myself for getting his bad mood to pass over. “Aren’t I supposed to be the heartfelt, sentimental one here?” He laughs, sitting up beside me.
“We gotta switch it up sometimes, Shawn!” I chuckled, unbuttoning my dress shirt and tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper. I start fidgeting with the zipper on the back of my skirt as I kick my flats off underneath the bed.
“I guess you’re right. Now get over here, I think you deserve a better thank you than just a kiss.” The signature smirk that fucks almost every teenage girl up, is back in the blink of an eye and I get almost instant, unmistakable tinge of excitement in between my thighs. 

Tell yourself how proud you are of everything you’ve achieved to get you to where you are today. Thank yourself for taking care of your body in the best way you knew how. Remind yourself that you’re not perfect and that is okay, because no one is. Tell yourself: “I love you, I’m proud of you, you’re so strong and beautiful.” Flatter yourself, be kind to yourself.

Many times I find myself critiquing and trying to fix parts of myself that I find imperfect and unworthy of love, but I’ve been practicing to instead love the parts of myself that are imperfect, raw and ugly, because that is what makes me human. Reminding myself of my progress and how far I’ve come in my life is self love. I deserve love, most importantly from myself.

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I think we all need to realize that we ought to be more grateful when somebody actually likes us. Even though that person may not be the prettiest or the most handsome person on planet earth, at least he or she saw your worth. So maybe next time, show a little more concern towards how they feel and even if you don’t like them back, treat them well because people like them are the ones who make you feel a little special in this harsh world. :)

Dear Me

It’s me again. This is your daily reminder. You’re #1. Always. I keep telling you and you keep forgetting. So I’m here. I’m here reminding you that you’re still #1. You still have to look out for yourself before anything or anyone else. You’re still worth it. You’re still enough.

I’ll remind you again tomorrow.

Love,
Me

Don’t Settle, You Deserve More

Don’t settle for somebody who says the right things, but there’s no passion in their heart or their voice. Don’t settle for things that are recycled, the words written on cards and have been for years.
You deserve more than just words, you deserve words with meaning. You deserve organic words, real sentiments, the words that could shake you to your core.

Don’t settle for somebody who doesn’t make you feel alive. Who doesn’t make all the bad times, the time alone, the time where you world was black and grey… if they don’t make it worth it, don’t settle.
You deserve more than company, you deserve companionship. You deserve to see the colours, you deserve to feel the fire in your bones, the butterflies in your tummy.

Don’t settle for somebody who says your beautiful and is just looking at your shell. Somebody who sees you just as your outward apperance. Who sees beauty on a surface level.
You deserve more than it to be recognised that you LOOK beautiful (and believe me, you do). You deserve somebody to look at your soul and see beauty. Who finds beauty in your mind, your thoughts, your feelings. You deserve to be seen as a work of art both physically and mentally.

Don’t settle for being second best. Don’t settle for somebody who looks at you as a rebound. Who sees you and thinks ‘you’ll do’. A person with wandering eyes and a wandering heart.
You deserve more than to be seen as a replacement, a thing to keep them entertained until the real prize comes along. You ARE the prize. Find a person who looks at you and wonders what contest they won, where they went right to get you. What they had done to deserve somebody so perfect for them: who can see other people, admire other people, but their mind never leaves you.

Don’t settle for somebody who will only be seen when you’re paparazzi worthy. Somebody who won’t take that silly selfie, who won’t want to be seen with you when you’re not red carpet ready. Who will hide you from their friends and family when you’re worse for wear.
You deserve more than to feel ashamed of. You deserve to feel loved and worshiped even on the days where you’re not looking your best. When you might be in clothes only half a step up from pyjamas, and you’d not make the fashion pages. Somebody who still sees beauty in those moments, who will still think you’re gorgeous, who will hold your hand proudly and kiss you in front of their friends.

Don’t settle for people who will not love and enjoy and cherish every fiber of your being. Who will not fight for you, will not hurt for you, who will break you down and hurt you and damage you in any way.
You deserve more: you deserve love. You deserve to be safe. You deserve to feel adored. You deserve the best. You deserve somebody perfect for you.

Don’t settle.
You deserve more.

(idk if I should put that like I wrote it so I’ll just…I’m @hallo-wen-junhui)
You woke up to your boyfriend peppering your face in kisses and smiling down at you.
“Yeollie…” you groaned, sitting up and stretching.
“Happy birthday, love~” he cooed as he pulled you into his arms. “I made you breakfast! Come eat.” He pulled you into the kitchen, where you saw the food he’d made and presents on the counters.
“Did you really make all of this for me?” You didn’t think he would do this much…he was treating you like a queen. Not that you were complaining. He nodded happily and watched for your reaction. “Yeol, you didn’t have to…”
“Its your birthday, and I wanted to make you feel special…do you not like it?” He pouted.
“No, no, I love it! Let’s eat, yeah?” You smiled and grabbed a plate of food, sitting down next to him at the table. You didn’t talk much, more focused on the food. When you were done he walked back into the kitchen and returned with a large pink bag and a smaller blue one.
“Open the pink one first.” When you saw the contents of the bag, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. There was a dress you had talked about wanting for a long time, but you couldn’t buy it as it costed too much. He stopped you before you could thank him and handed you the other bag. You opened it and saw a small box, and you had a look of confusion plastered on your face, and he took the box from you.
“V, I love you…I love you so much and…I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened the box, and you saw the ring. It was absolutely beautiful.
“Oh my god…” you whispered, covering your mouth as you tried to stop yourself from tearing up. “Yes, yes, I love you too, Chanyeol.” It seemed like a simple statement, but he understood and had the brightest, purest smile you’d ever seen, sliding the ring onto your finger and held you in his arm while whispering sweet things in your ear.
“Thank you…now we just need to tell the others” He laughed into your hair. This was, by far, the best birthday you’d ever had.
(SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS HOPE YOU LIKE IT)

anonymous asked:

To aces who wanna date: Of course dating asexuals seems obvious, but I'm here with a piece of advice: You can date an allosexual, you can date an asexual, you can date an a-spec. One of the most important things in a relationship is communication. Talk with them about your boundaries. If they're the right person they'll respect them. Remember your worthy of love and respect just like everyone else. You're amazing, and one day you'll meet someone who thinks the stars exist in your eyes

Okay so I have something I wanna say because I am in a very emotional mood lol I love y'all, like really I love EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YALL! I don’t want you to ever feel like there isn’t someone in your corner because I’m here. I am on your sideline with a megaphone cheering you on, I’m the soccer mom screaming “that’s my baby go baby go!” from the bleachers, I am there even when you don’t need me but especially when you do. You aren’t alone, you are worth fighting for and I will prove it till my last day I swear you are so worth it and if you need a reminder then here it is! YOU ARE SO LOVED AND CARED FOR! I care about you, I care about if you’re getting enough sleep, if you’re staying hydrated, If you’ve eaten enough today, if you have enough emotional support, I just care. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come talk to me, I’m not scary I promise! Please come talk to me if you need someone to fight for you, cry with you, talk to you (about anything), guide you (or at least try), encourage you, compliment you, anything you need I am here! Good lord this turned out longer than I expected but it’s all true and I need y'all to really understand I do truly love y'all! 💕