╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently.
(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)
The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.
Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.
“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.
“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator
People have taken pictures of him before. It started when he was a hilariously ugly baby with two beautiful and talented parents and it didn’t stop until Samwell. (“Hi Jack Zimmermann, You’ve been selected for the Samwell Swallow’s 50 Most Beautiful. When would be a convenient time for us to photograph you? You may bring any props you wish.” Upon showing the email to Shitty: “Shitty, NO.” “But Jack…” “SHITTY NO.”)
He’s taken pictures of himself. The hardest assignment to fulfill for photography class was the self-portrait. Jack ended up photographing his reflection on the Plexiglass above the boards. He looked like a ghost.
AUTHORS NOTE: hello!!!!! i am back!!!!!!! i wrote this little thing, in hopes of making it a multiple part series. so this is just part one! but if you guys dont like it, let me know and ill just leave it as it is. I also want to take a moment to say that i am back to UPLOADING A FIC OR HEADCANON ONCE A DAY!! when i first started this blog, that was my uploading schedule. life got in the way, but im back baby!!!!!
Word Count: 2.4k ish
TW: suicide, suicide descriptions, swearing, therapy groups , etc
PS: i have been to many group therapies, so this is all just based purely on personal experience. so if this is triggering to you, please dont read any further!!!!
Murphy was special. Not special in the way you would describe a rare artifact
or gem. He was special like the waves in the ocean, the colours in the sky, or
oil paint on a canvas. He was special because you knew what to expect. Like a
wave in the ocean, you expected to crash. Like the colours in the sky, you
expected to fade out after hours of daylight. Like oil paint on a canvas, you
expected to dry and harden after creating something beautiful. Connor Murphy
was a synonym for beautiful; only the rarest of poets could find in a
dictionary. He was the sound that rolled off of the tongue of a politician. He
was the feeling of warm laundry, draping around your body. Connor was all of
these things—which is why his downfall was to be expected.
prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.
Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.
“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.
“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.
“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”
“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.
“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”
“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.
“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.
“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.
“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”
“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”
Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”
“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.
“No! Of course no.”
“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.
Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.
“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”
Hey here’s a quick tip/guide (sorta) to making picks a lil more interesting/have a different tone or color to them
i like to make my own gradients because i can add more to them but you can do the same with a program that makes/has a gradient system to it
I use sai but you can do this in pretty much any program that has dif. blend modes and layers
this is pretty quick so the picture isnt perfect sorry
1.) finish the drawing and merge the layers together/select the parts you want colored with a tool like a magic wand/layer selection tool like this
it will make it so the gradient only goes in that area (or you can make the layer the gradient goes on clip to the first layer if its possible on your program)
2.) make a new layer and make your -unblended-gradient. the colors you chose will determine the colors of the finished product so chose wisely. start with a base color and then build up from that until you reach the lightest part (usually white)make sure it follows the shading path of your drawing or it will look a lil funky like the example i provided above
like this. add on until you are satisfied with your color selection!
3.) Blend your finished gradient with a a brush that is capable of blending colors together (i used my brush tool at maximum blend for this)
4.) change the gradient’s blend mode to something that will show the layer beneath it.
for this example i changed to mode to Overlay at 100%
but you can change the mode/opacity to whatever you see fit
bonus! here’s the finished drawing i made to show how I did this vs. the version that was made before-hand. pretty neat how the light source changes an image so much!
Both are basically a how to for an abusive relationship.
Bad boy who only cares for one person in particular and this said person is female and usually a heroine for the purpose of the story. [Check]
Both females in the ship hate the other party for obvious reasons or at least it starts that way but later both girls come to find that really this person is a wounded soul and suddenly this female is the key to solving all of this man’s emotional issues. [Check]
Both Caroline and Elena have been degraded and discredited as characters because of said relationships. These relationships aren’t about the girls, they are about Damon and Klaus and what they want. What they need, both of them engage in this sort of competition against Tyler and Stefan where they treat the source of their affections as a prize to be won. Hence how I believe that the most disgusting line in the entire Vampire Diaries run is “You got the Girl”. I mean really
Both men pursued these girls relentlessly when said girls were in a relationship. Now before someone attacks me and argues that Klaus never assaulted Caroline or made unwanted advances he did use another method. THE MAN RAN TYLER OUT OF TOWN FOR CHRIST SAKE. He used Tyler to hurt her, so he could then gain entry into her home and “save her life” later he begins to send her gifts and the writers paint this as him being sweet. That one line about how someone who is capable of doing terrible things but cares about one person is so sickening. It’s romanticizing the shitty and abusive behavior Klaus has not only shown against Caroline, but her friends.
Because the fact that he cares is okay, killers have feelings, rapists and murderers have feelings but do not use them to justify the actions they commit. Their troubled pasts? Yeah it’s not an excuse for doing them, it can be an influence that’s true but it is not a crutch it shouldn’t be. However TVD is terrible at representing that, they make man pain the focus of these relationships as if somehow having these girls validates both parties as men. Klaus is a manipulative, and selfish piece of real shit. He’s power hungry and has little regards towards women I mean have you seen the way he treats them? How he killed Tyler’s mother? How he tortured his sister by daggering and undaggering for thousands and thousands of years?
Yet Julie as a writer wants me as a viewer to believe that he’s capable of love? No changing someone male or female to fit your needs in a relationship is not romantic and you know Caroline for a while held Klaus responsible for the things he did and it was great but all of that was thrown out of a window when she slept with him. Her credibility as a character was completely shot in the face. She slept with someone she so preached against. How can one take her dislike for Damon seriously when something like that happened?
So yes Caroline “sleeping and having feelings for Klaus” disregards all of his negative actions despite having held him accountable before. Basically the world according to Plec: A guy abuses you, hurts you, and kills people you love that’s all okay if you fall for them if you learn to accept and tame their monstrous side and that my friends is dangerous and disgusting. And this got ridiculously long and it’s a bit of a ramble but I’ve said my peace.
While many Americans are familiar with dishes like egg foo young, there are Chinese-American and Chinese immigrant communities throughout the country where foods like ma po tofu and congee are also on menus.
And Panda Express, America’s biggest Chinese fast-food chain, hopes to make those more traditional dishes mainstream. “Panda Express … has the opportunity to be the ambassador of Chinese food to many people,” says Andrea Cherng, the company’s chief marketing officer.
Chern’s parents opened Panda Express in 1983, at a time when Chinese food was still seen as “exotic.” It’s now America’s biggest Chinese fast-food chain, with more than 1,900 locations around the world.
But as Americans have become more curious, adventurous eaters, the challenge for the chain is to keep up with the changing food culture — while still seeming familiar enough not to alienate those many mall and airport diners who come to the chain for its Americanized spin on Chinese food.
“Our job at Panda Express is to follow that journey of how palates have grown,” Cherng says.
So Michonne says comic Andrea line, yet people just swore that a certain blonde was going to replace comic Andrea and get with Rick....what y’all naysayers going to say now...huh??? huh??? I can’t hear you!!!!
This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down
by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow
out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not
until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.
(A/N; this was originally going to be the end of this story, but a lot of you seem to really like it. Shall I continue into season 3 or keep a season 2 thing?)
Everyone is sitting in the living room, everyone is on edge.
With the kid gone and with Shane’s gun, it was a scary thing to move. What if
he came back and shot someone? What if he shoots Daryl? What if Shane shoots
The thoughts swarm your mind, taking over as the time ticks
by. It’s been almost two hours now since they have gone off into the woods. Not
only Daryl, but Glenn and Shane, too. You will be heartbroken if Glenn doesn’t
return to Maggie.
The door opens. You and Andrea jump to your feet and look
over, seeing Daryl and Glenn hurry inside. They look around the room.
“Where they at?” Daryl asks, his eyes landing on you.
“It’s just you two. We haven’t seen the others.” Andrea
“There was a shot.” Daryl insists, still keeping his eyes on
You shrug a shoulder. “We haven’t left the house, Daryl. It
wasn’t us…” Your heart starts to race and you feel your throat tighten. Rick
may not have been your favorite person, but if he had been shot…
Daryl lets out a huff of air and stands in the middle of the
room, his crossbow securely at his side. “We got us a problem. That boy? We
think…” he pauses long enough to glance over at Glenn, who nods at him to
continue. “He’s a walker now. Neck broke…. Somethin’ ‘bout their tracks ain’t
right. He ain’t no tracker, neither of ‘em.”
“Please,” Lori walks over to Daryl, her big doe eyes pleading
him. “Please go out there and find my husband and Shane, please.” She reaches
out and takes Daryl’s shoulder.
For a moment, you see how uncomfortable Daryl is, having
someone else touch him. Someone who was so rude to him before, now pleading for
his help. The next second, he nods and assures her that he’ll find Rick and
He takes one more look at you before he and Glenn disappear out
the door again, running off toward the gunshot everyone heard moments ago.
Andrea takes off after them, wanting to help. You want to,
but you’re afraid of the angry yelling that will come from everyone, even Dale,
if he were here. That was the only thing stopping you right now, the thought of
Lori rubs her face and hurries upstairs to check on Carl.
You and Beth share a look of worry. You both feel it, the feeling of dread. It
tightens in your stomach, clutching it hard and twisting with fury. You aren’t
sure how you knew, how she knew, but something is not right.
“Fuck…” Daryl says from the front porch.
You, along with T-Dog, Carol, Hershel, and Maggie, rush to
the door and see that Andrea, Glenn, and Daryl are all frozen in their tracks.
This was the feeling. The feeling that everything is about to change.
Looking out into the field, you can hardly see them, but they
are there. Shadows marching. At first, it looks like a few dozen bodies
trailing toward the house. After staring, letting your eyes adjust, you see
that there are not a few dozen, but a few hundred Walkers are heading straight
“He’s gone!” The door flies open and Lori steps out. She
looks at everyone’s faces. “Carl… He’s not in his room!” She panics. When she
sees it, she’s frozen.
“I’ll get the guns.” Andrea runs off.
You look up at Daryl. He’s just standing there, holding his
crossbow, not aiming it yet. You suppose they’re too far out to hit. “Daryl…”
You mutter, walking beside him and taking your hand in his.
“Go inside with Lori.” He commands. It throws you off guard
to hear him speak to you like that, so flatly, so…dead.
“I want to help.” You insist.
“Here!” Andrea brings over the bag of guns and ammo. She
sits it down in the wicker chair and grabs her own, loading it quickly before
she runs off again.
Maggie grabs a shotgun and throws one to Glenn. “Hope you’re
a good shot.” She looks at him.
Glenn hesitates and looks at Daryl then Maggie. “This is
insane…” He mutters.
“Y/N. Take Hershel inside. You two ‘n Lori should lock
yourselves in the cellar.” Daryl lets go of your hand and points inside. “Safer.”
Hershel grabs a gun and looks at the man, his head held
high. “This is my farm. I will go down with it, die here if that’s what
Daryl shrugs. “Inside.” He kisses your cheek quickly and
hops over the railing, running off into the night, toward the horde of walkers.
They can’t kill all of them, it’s a waste of bullets. The
best thing to do would be get in the vehicles and take off, come back when it
was safe to get their things. That was all out the door with everyone separated.
You take a look in the bag and pull out a gun. It feels a
little too big for you, the weight hurting your hand as you try to aim. It’s
“Maggie!” Glenn shouts as he runs over to one of the cars.
She grabs the keys and runs over.
“Let me help.” You run over with them. “I can help.”
“Can you shoot that thing?” Maggie pauses while Glenn gets
in. “This may not be a good idea…”
“I want to help.” You grab the handle of the car and pull
yourself into the back seat, settling in as Maggie and Glenn share a look.
No time to argue. They get in, Maggie driving off beside the
RV, Daryl’s Bike, and Hershel’s truck. You all form together, driving in a line
down the road to the barn which was now on fire, burning bright and warm. That
must be where Rick and Shane were, if they made it out of the woods.
Maggie whips the car around and you and Glenn roll down your
windows, aiming your weapons at the walkers that were heading toward whatever
sound they could. Between the cars and the fire, they were scattering.
You try to get the feel of the gun before you take the
safety off, which takes you an embarrassingly long time to figure out. You aim
it and take your first shot, the gun throwing your hands back hard. You wince
at the pain but it doesn’t seem to stay long, you don’t pay attention the more
you shoot. The bullets just leave the barrel one at a time, hitting whatever
stood in their way.
Maggie circles around them, coming to a sudden stop when the
wall of bodies appears. She can’t make it through.
You roll your window up quickly before one of them reaches
“Go!” Glenn yells.
“I can’t…” Maggie’s breathing picks up and she starts to
shake her head.
“Back up!” You look behind and there’s nothing except for
the burning barn.
Maggie’s shoulders start to shake and she shifts her eyes
over to Glenn’s. “Glenn, I—“
You scream as a walker hits your window. Maggie jumps and
throws the car in reverse, hardly looking behind her as she races to get away
from all the dead bodies.
It doesn’t take long before Glenn shouts that he’s out of
bullets. He pulls himself back in the car and starts to reload, looking around,
through the blood that covers the car already.
You’re looking for the others, seeing if you can find
anybody, but they all seem to be in their own little world somewhere out there.
The night goes on in nothing but terror. This is a scene
right out of one of your old horror movies, the ones you used to watch as a
kid. Now, living them, you wonder why you liked them so much, especially those
scenes, the big scenes, the scenes where no one makes it out alive.
The barn was almost totally engulfed in the flames, burning
whatever or whoever remained inside. Walkers made their way to the house,
breaking windows and doors open. There was no possible way to ever return, to
call this place home again.
You don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that you haven’t
seen your friends, or Daryl. He was smart, he was brilliant, surely he found a
way out and saved himself. A part of you wonders if he even tried to look for
you before he left.
Glenn told Maggie to drive away, just drive away and not
look back. There was no point in trying to kill the rest of them, there were
far too many of them and not enough bullets. He agreed with you, once you told
him you wished you all would have packed up and left. At least then you would
know where everyone is.
It doesn’t get better as the night turns into morning. The
worry of your friends is still there, the worry that none of them made it out
alive. Maggie and Glenn remain quiet, probably having the same thoughts you
You can’t remember when, but at some point Glenn started
driving and ran into Lori, T-Dog, and Beth in their own truck. Nobody stops,
but Beth and Maggie wave to each other as Glenn passes and leads the way. It
seems you are all in agreement to head to the highway where Sophia was lost.
The highway hasn’t changed since you were last here. It
feels like none of that even happened, not the fight, not the loss of anyone.
It all feels like some kind of dream…
You lift your head at the sound of a motorbike and spot
Daryl just ahead, driving carefully down the stretch of road. Carol spins her
head around when she hears the cars, nodding at you. A little pang of jealousy
hits you as you watch her on the back of his bike.
As soon as Glenn stops the car, you jump out and fling
yourself at Daryl, wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go of
him ever again. He slips his arms around you, holding you to him. He’s a little
hesitant on it at first, giving in when you cling onto him.
“You scared me…” He mumbles into your hair.
“Never leave my side.” You pull away with tears in your
eyes. This is something good, it’s something that makes you both happy. The
events of last night made you realize that it could all be gone in a snap of
Daryl studies your face, chewing the inside of his cheek. He
nods when Rick stands up and looks around, taking a headcount.
It was decided to keep going. After the loss of everyone,
Rick and Daryl wanted to keep going, to keep people safe. It was too dangerous
to stay on that highway, especially now.
You’re on the back of Daryl’s bike, holding onto him for
dear life. It’s a great feeling to be there, to feel the wind licking your hair
back, to have the road rumbling under the tires. This was different than any
other vehicle, and you can’t imagine riding in a car ever again.
Daryl doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go, either. Even
when Rick honks for him to pull over, he keeps you there, locked at his side
with an arm around your shoulders. A few months ago, this would be too clingy
for you. Now, you are relieved Daryl is that kind of man.
Rick and Lori walk off from the group while the others take
points and watch for Walkers. You and Daryl stay near the cars, ready to hop on
and drive off if anything were to happen. You had this talk before you drove
off, promising to keep each other safe. You two had a plan.
“What do ya think?” Daryl whispers. “Sleep here?”
“I don’t like it.” You whisper back, looking up at him. “Maybe
we should go on and leave.”
Daryl sighs. “Give ‘im a little more time. He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah…” You let your hands fall from Daryl’s neck. “A good
guy who leads us into danger.”
Daryl reaches for you and holds you close to him. He shakes
his head, his beard tickling your cheek. “Please, trust me.”
Please. The word
sounds strange now. Hearing it makes your skin crawl because please was only said in an act of
desperation, it was a sign of weakness.