best wishes to you and yours though

TO ELEVEN YEAR OLD ME,

1. It’s okay that you’d rather read a book instead of bitching about someone who you are indifferent to.

2. Losing weight will never improve negative body image.

3. Stop pretending to be like everyone else. It’s okay to be different.

4. There is going to come a day when you feel like giving up. And you will come so close to the edge of life that you will be able to taste it. Hold on.

5. The man who steals something that never belonged to him is worth nothing and I wish I could make you believe that you are so much better than that scum.

6. It’s going to hurt.

7. It’s going to hurt like hell. Not when the pretty boy leaves, because you never had the patience for pretty boys, but rather when your best friend turns around and leaves you in the dirt.

8. Personal hygiene, though it may seem frivolous, is important.

9. Therapy isn’t going to wave a wand and make your problems disappear. But it’ll help. Even on the days that you feel as if it is making everything worse than it has ever been.

10. After your suicide attempt people are going to treat you differently. This was a shock to them.

11. I promise you that there are better people out there than the ones in your high school.

12. When your best friend replaces you it is going to hurt and it will be as if you can actually feel your heart breaking. And you’ll tell yourself it’s because you weren’t good enough for her but sometimes people grow apart and I want you to learn how to love yourself.

13. It is going to hurt. But it won’t always be like this.

14. Focus.

15. Love yourself. In a world full of hatred, resentment and jealousy it is important to be able to make yourself happy

16. It wasn’t your fault

17. Life is this big beautiful thing and it is going to throw so much at you and it is not going to stop. Don’t give up. There is light and yes you must search for it.

—  aplacecalledhope, if posted could you source it to this blog please x 

The Serpent Sigil

While serpents ordinarily rule over life/death/rebirth, fertility and the dichotomy of “good/evil” and light/dark, wishes need not be confined to these parameters – apply instead the concept of the kundalini,the force of desire. || for more information on my use of the serpent, see Feeding the Black Serpent ||

A Few Uses

  • The Wishing Serpent: To use, simply write your desire, beginning where the neck of the serpent meets the head. If you choose to recreate the sigil in favor of printing (when this sigil is used at its exact size, the “uncoiled” measures around 3 feet), ensure there is room to complete your desire. Cut along the lines, which should leave you with a long, serpent ribbon. This is best performed outside, though it may be done inside away from flammables over a large-mouth bowl. Using a candle placed on the ground (of a fitting color – red works as a default), allow the tail of the serpent to catch, holding the snake by its head, allow it to burn from the bottom to the top. If used inside, scatter the ashes to the wind, otherwise they have already been aptly scattered. 
  • The Healing Serpent: Utilizing much of the same procedure as above, write the name of he/she you wish to heal 7 or 9 times upon the face of the sigil – again, starting from the neck of the serpent. Cut along the lines. Coil the serpent back and flip it over, on the reverse, write 3, 7, or 9 times the name of nature of their ailment(s). Using a black, white or red candle, perform the same process as above – reading the prayer:

Coiled serpent, now – 
Unwound – Behest: 
My bidding, go about 
The soil,
Viper tongue splayed –
Oh, Black Serpent,
Recant the poisoned-
Tooth venom,
And devour that sickness
That you hath cast,
Recant – by witch’s will – 
And feed it to the forge.

  • The Witches’ Watch: Should an event arise that calls for a timed ritual, this serpent might serve as time-keeper –such as for opening the realms, crossroads work, evocations, invocations and possessions. Simply cut along the lines and drive a piece of cotton cord or thread through the head of the serpent and hang it in a safe place. When you are ready to begun your working, ignite the tail with your working candle – burn times vary based on paper used, circulation, temperature, etc. I recommend trying a test burn using the same paper and location, to get a general idea of your time frame. Play with the size of the sigil to shorten or lenthen your working time.
  • The Poison Serpent: On the face of the sigil, write out your unsavory desires, perhaps something to the extent of: “May the poison serpent rot the flesh and mind.” On the reverse, write your victim’s name nine times, beginning not at the neck, but at the tail. This pairs the elevation of your desire (over your victim) with the symbol of their force of will (to fight) being eaten away as the serpent is devour by the flame and freed into the aether. Collect the ashes and blend with sulphur powder, a poisonous plant of your choosing (ideally one that’s symptoms match the nature of your desire), iron oxide (optional) and bone dust (optional). 

There are countless uses! Please, by all means get creative with it! I’d love to hear what some of you guys [would] do with it!

Happy belated (is it belated already where you live??) birthday, @the-flame-and-hawks-eye!!

…wait, we don’t even know each other, you say? Haha, oh boy, now it gets embarrassing. So basically I saw all the amazing birthday wishes yesterday on your blog (mostly because of @mellorad‘s great art which was posted at 4am my time yesterday and I didn’t want to sleep) and I liked some because they were so nice and YOU SAW, and YOU FOLLOWED MY PERSONAL BLOG. And I felt so BAD for not also wishing you happy birthday, even though we haven’t really talked ever. So here you go, have this tiny royai doodle (because I heard you liked angst, otherwise this might be a rather unfitting birthday drawing oh god I am sorry) and all the best for your next year!!!! 

Originally posted by jjibooty

Seokjin - 

“Appa, I need help!” He couldn’t believe his ears at first. Seokjin wished he could have recorded that moment to show you. He sat next to him, his son, and began to explain the math question that was tripping him up. He didn’t want to make the boy upset so he didn’t point it out. Later that day though when you came him he was hugging you and tearing up. For him it was one of the best things to ever happen to him. “He said appa, he finally called me appa! He accepts me…”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Yoongi -

He was relaxing after working hard at the studio when your little girl came up next to him. “Can you help me brush my hair, appa?” He felt his breath catch in his throat and he stared at her innocent eyes. He did anything she wanted, he was in a fogged state as her simple words echoed in his head over and over again. There wasn’t any words to describe what he was feeling. When he told you about it he looked so star struck. “She asked me for help, [Name]. She called me appa, after so long.”

Originally posted by hobipd

Hoseok -

They were playing in the living room while you were taking a shower when it happened. He was chasing the little girl around the table when she hid under it. “You can’t get me under here, appa! I’m on T!” It wouldn’t register right away as he tugged her out with a triumphant sound. But when it hit, he nearly dropped her. He could feel his heart swelling in his chest and a sting of happy tears in his eyes. “[Name]! [Name]! I’m an appa now! She called me appa!”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Namjoon -

Your son wasn’t terribly young and had been resistant to Namjoon for a very long time. He understood, having a new person come into your tight knit family of two was hard on him. He’d always just been “Namjoon” to the boy. “Appa, have you seen my game? I know I didn’t leave it at Seojun’s…” There was this weightless feeling followed by immense happiness and pride. He’d finally made it to more than “a friend” or “the boyfriend” in his eyes. He would talk to him about it before he talked to you, but when you saw him he was glowing. “He likes me, he finally thinks of me as his parent.”

Originally posted by cuzishiptoomuchjihope

Jimin -

Your set of twins had been running wild, with Jimin acting just as crazy. You were sitting on the sofa watching him use the little girls as weights laughing at their antics. “Appa, I want down!” One of them cried making both you and Jimin freeze. “No! I wanna go higher, appa! Higher!” He turned to look at you and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. He was smiling so wide and his heart was racing. He had hoped but never thought the day would come. “I’m their dad, I’m finally their dad!”

Originally posted by cake-p0p

Taehyung -

He’d never had a problem with you already having a family. Your little boy made him so happy even when it was time for diaper changes. The little toddler knew his words and knew who you were but he never called Taehyung appa. It was always TaeTae. He was fine with that but when he was feeding him and he heard the garbled “appa” he felt his whole world shift. He kissed your son, his baby boy, and could have danced around the apartment. “Yes, that’s right! I’m your appa!”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jungkook -

He loved your children all the same. Even when your oldest daughter would slam the door in his face and shout that he wasn’t her dad. When your little boy spilled paint an the rug and almost ate his baby powder. He was shopping with the children when he heard it for the first time. “Appa, can we get this?” She was holding up a small doll and looking timid. He was in awe, Jungkook had finally won her over. When he agreed and she hugged his waist thanking him and calling him appa again he could just feel the ground giving way under him. “She did it, she called me… I have to tell–! YES!” He couldn’t wait to see your face.

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reborn yamamoto and xanxus getting rescued by innocent civillian and falling in love thank you!!!

COMPLETE

~I… did my best? Sorry about the length… I got a bit too carried away. (-_-;)~

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Reborn

There was just something about the way he looked slumped up and sitting against that alley wall that caught at your heartstrings as you were passing by. You had initially been led to that alley by a box of kittens you had seen earlier on your way to work. This time, though, you had a bottle of milk with you along with a small shallow bowl you had snuck out of the cafeteria during lunch. You can now feed them in peace and comfort. You just wish your apartment allowed pets so you could take them home.

You were looking for the kittens and found them playing all over the dark suited man with the old fashioned hat; a sight that was definitely not there earlier. Your personal experience with drunks told you he was not drunk. He looked far too troubled to be drunk. You came closer and one of the kittens went up to greet you. You gasped when you saw the blood on its fur.  Common sense led you to the conclusion that the man in the fedora was the one bleeding to death.

Scared, you helped him. Putting his arm over your shoulder and started helping him up, your brain trying to figure out what you should do. You thought about taking him to the hospital but then you felt something hard press against your side from his and when you investigated you found he had a gun on him.

After a slight mental meltdown of (“Oh my God, oh my God, he’s got a gun, please Lord don’t let him kill me, I’m going to go to jail!”) you decide to take him home and play doctor using Google searches and Youtube videos to stop the bleeding and stitch him up because, dammit, you can’t just leave him there to die. Just the thought of him lying here dying would never let you sleep again!

You stayed by his side until he woke up. And as you waited for him to open his eyes again you couldn’t help but notice that this was a beautiful man. But there was something broken about the expression on his face even in his sleep and somehow you couldn’t help but feel pity for him. This man was… not whole.

When he first opened his eyes your initial relief froze when he glared at you and somehow, you just knew he would have pointed a gun at your head had he been able to move or if you didn’t move the gun out of his reach. As it was you wondered if this was what small animals felt when snakes cornered them and gave them a death stare.

“Where am I?”

“My apartment,” you admitted wondering if you made a mistake taking him home. “I noticed the gun and… I didn’t think you’d want me to take you to a hospital with it on you.”

His brows furrowed even deeper. “How do you know I’m not just some drunkard who thinks it’s comfortable to sit in a dark, abandoned alley and wallow in his own misery?”

“You didn’t look like that kind of drunk.”

He raised a condescending brow at you and made you blush. “How would you know that?”

“Trust me, my dad was a mean drunk, Mister. If you’re the kind of drunk who likes to lie in dirty places then you wouldn’t have looked so… bothered.” The certainty in your voice made the hitman look up at you in surprise and a little amusement. “Besides, drunkards who wear suits like yours don’t find it comfortable to sit around in an alley like that. They usually have someone pick them up in a limo and take them to some five star hotel or ditch them at some fancy condo unit so they can roll around naked in their money. I’ve worked housekeeping in enough hotels to know how it is.”

Reborn sneered. “Thanks for the awesome deduction, Nancy Drew.”

The snark and the thought of him reading a childhood favorite of yours had you grinning at him, your fear melting away. If he knew about Nancy then surely he couldn’t be that bad. Right? “Your welcome, Hardy Boy.”

Your wit surprised a chuckle out of him. Which he regretted as pain shot up from his back and into his spine.

“Are you in pain?” You asked in concern as you stood up. “Gimme a sec, let me get you some pain meds.”

Reborn shot you an empty glare full of contempt and condescension. His next words hit you like a brick in the face. “You should have let me die.”

Your jaw dropped open in shock at the words out of this beautiful man’s mouth. It was a while before you even managed to form a thought. “Look. I don’t know what happened to you out there but surely someone somewhere would be happy you’re still alive.”

“No one’s probably even going to notice.”

“Parents?”

“Can’t remember?”

“Wife?”

“Not married.”

“Kids?”

“Don’t have any.”

You bit your lip because you were feeling ridiculous and can’t help but feel you were being too nosy now. “Lover?”

He gave you an arrogant smirk. “Yeah. My exes would miss me but they’ll get over it. They always do.”

You threw your hands in the air and gave up. “Well, I got nothing. Guess now I know why you wanted to die so badly, Hardy Boy. Do me a favor, though? Can you like, die somewhere else after you’re well enough to walk? I’m not particularly experienced with having to dispose of dead bodies.”

Again he snorted in surprised laughter and again he regretted it. “Why can’t I move?”

“You’ve lost too much blood by the time I found you. Gimme a minute, I’ll get you something to eat along with those pain meds.”

As you fed and dressed his wounds Reborn eyed you warily, expecting more questions about the past and selfishly satisfying your curiosity. Instead, though, you amused him with your quips and teased him about being grumpy. It was as though you were absolutely determined not to be affected by his depression and for some reason this annoyed Reborn. With typical Reborn logic, that had annoyed the Vongola Decimo when he was younger, he thought that if he was miserable, everybody else should be miserable with him.

But your good cheer was like a force of nature in and of itself. He didn’t think anything could have brought down his iron will but you proved him wrong in the few days you had seen to his care.

While you were out at work, he tried walking around to find something else to read. You owned a few and the book you gave him was surprisingly something he liked but he had always been a fast reader and he was finished in a couple of hours with it. He discovered a letter hidden in your drawer while he was looking for something else to pass the time with and read it out of boredom.

The content infuriated him beyond speech and he confronted you about it the moment you got home.

“Okay, Hardy Boy, let’s change your bandages.” You greeted him tiredly as soon as you entered the bedroom.

The sight of your tired face made Reborn’s anger rise several notches higher and he threw the letter at you before you could reach him. “Who the hell is this?!”

Your jaw hit the floor when you recognized the letter while your whole face burned red. “You went through my things?!”

“I was looking for a distraction, that novel was too short, now tell me!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“What?! It took me a month to finish that book! And that’s none of your business.” You looked away and prepared the bandages. You refused to meet his furious gaze.

“He’s not your husband, you’re not wearing his name. You’re certainly not wearing a ring. What are you to him then?” he sneered and grabbed your wrist so tightly you were forced to meet his eyes. “His mistress?”

You blinked, the tears trying to explode from your eyes as the guilt and shame rolled over your chest like a wave. “Is it really so wrong to want to be loved? Even if it’s just for a little while…?”

Reborn wanted to kill something. Preferably large, lumpy and human. “BUT HE’S ASKING YOU FOR MONEY! WHERE THE HELL DOES HE GET THE NERVE?!”

“Yeah… You can say it’s my penitence for being a shameless woman.” Humiliation made your face pale as your sins were paraded before this stranger. He must think less of you now that he knew your deepest darkest secret. It had been nice… Having someone who didn’t judge her from past mistakes and talking to her for a while like they were friends. Oh well… You knew you were done for in polite society the moment you agreed to have an affair with a married man. Even now after it’s over, its shadow still haunted you. You bit your lip hard to keep the tears from falling. “Now show me your back. We need to get you wrapped up and clean. You wouldn’t want that wound to get infected, do you?”

It had required Reborn all his strength of will not to beat the subject into the ground where it belonged but he remained silent for your sake. Inwardly he wanted to find this man and bash his skull in. How could that bastard call himself a man?! Taking advantage of a lonely woman like that and then extorting from her?! He could understand if the woman was an absolute slut of a conscienceless bitch but you were different. You were kind. You’re funny. You smelled like heaven and sex and―

Reborn’s eyes caught your hand carefully tucking the letter in your pocket as you turned away and his rage flared out even more.

That’s it. The moment he’s out of here that son of a bitch is a dead, dead man.

“Hey, Hardy Boy?” he looked at you but you refused to meet his eyes. “Sorry you had to see that. Don’t worry, though. Just give it a couple more days and you won’t have to see me again. So don’t be too mean to me about this. Okay?”

You turned and ran from the room before you could see his piercing dark eyes turn into judging brim stones. You had managed to keep yourself together when other people gave you hell for being ‘the other woman’ in your former relationship with that man; but somehow the thought of having Reborn think so low of you made your knees weak. Made you want to stop existing in shame.

The next day you came home to find the small apartment empty. You had to lean against the bedroom door’s threshold for support when you saw the empty bed. He was gone. He probably left while you were away. So disgusted with your jaded past he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

That night, as soon as you were ready for bed, grateful that you can use it again after a week of sleeping on the couch, you tried to tell yourself everything was alright like you always do. But as soon as you lay down you smelled his scent stuck to your pillows. The intoxicating smell of sunsets and bitter coffee mixed with expensive tobacco. Suddenly your tiny apartment felt much too large and empty…

You cry yourself to sleep.

That night you had a nice dream, though.

He was back.

He was unbuttoning your night gown from the neck down and raining kisses on every available skin he exposed. Your blanket is gone and your skirt was hiked up around your waist. His leg was rubbing sensuously between your thighs in a way that made your back arch. When his lips tenderly took in a nipple in his mouth and started laving it with his tongue the pleasure became so intense you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Easy, Nancy Drew. We have all night.”

The words snapped you right out of the half-awake state you were in and your face burned red at the realization that you weren’t dreaming. You try to push him off but it was like moving a stone wall. “What are you doing?!”

“Reborn. My name’s Reborn,” he smirked down at you as he spread your legs wider so he could grind his hardness between your legs making you gasp. “And I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I got the feeling back in my body thanks to you.”

“Wha­― Wait! I thought you left!” you were holding his shoulders so tight you were surprised you hadn’t torn his shirt yet. You bit your lip against the sensations when he started peppering your neck with kisses and his large, rough hands started stroking the back of your legs in a way that made you helplessly gasp out his name. “Reborn!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, panting as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to control himself. “That sounded better than I thought.”

“Y-you barely even know me!” you stammered out as you tried to keep yourself from writhing under the continued onslaught of his hands.

“I know enough to know that I want you.” He made sure to leave a mark on your collarbone as he slipped the nightgown off your shoulders. “I went out to string that son of a bitch up a tree by his toes. If he ever bothers you again, I’m breaking his skull in two.”

“Wait! You went to see― Ah!” Your words were cut off when he lightly bit your other nipple.

“Dammit, you’re so sensitive.” he whispered, breathing hard.

“But―”

“You think you know guilt?” his voice was thick, seductive. You could almost taste the bitter taste of coffee down your throat as he kissed you; his tongue plundering inside your mouth. By the time he pulled away your head was spinning. “I kill people for a living. Your sins are nothing weighed against mine.”

Your throaty moan and the way you arched off the bed made Reborn grind between your legs more insistently, more eagerly than before. You watched as he knelt up and shamelessly freed his arousal from his pants all the while eyeing you with smoldering dark eyes that made you melt in a puddle of need. Gently he lifted your legs to remove your panties, his finger sliding inside you testing how ready you were for him.

“Reborn…” you sounded needy but you couldn’t help it. Especially since he made sure you were watching the way he was slowly thrusting his sex inside you. “Reborn…!”

“Damn it,” he panted against you as he thrust deeper. “Hearing you say my name makes me want to come. Go ahead, darling. Tell me you’re mine.”

Even as you lose your mind to the pleasure of his thrusts you promised yourself you won’t regret this. You wanted this. You wanted him. It didn’t matter if he left after. You were used to being abandoned, anyway.

But Reborn had other plans for you. Despite the guilt of dragging you into the dark world he was in he needed you too much to let you go. You were his.

He proclaimed it hoarsely as you came, trembling in his arms…

Yamamoto

He had been foolish and careless.

He was expecting a simple job, really. He was supposed to corner the rat that was leaking information from the Vongola for another Mafia Famiglia and ‘get rid of him’ so he did. Takeshi managed to corner the man in an old apartment building. Had said his words of parting and slashed a sword through his chest. How was he supposed to know the man had a bunch of bombs strapped around his body and a dead man switch in his hand? But then again Takeshi had moved too quickly to find out about these little details.

He tried to outrun the explosion and managed to jump off down one floor to the balcony of the next apartment building over. He had been one millisecond too slow, however. Because a shrapnel from the explosion shot through his shoulder made him lose his balance and land on your balcony, already unconscious.

You rushed out at the sound of the explosion and was shocked at the sight of the bleeding man at your feet. Briefly, it occurred to you that he might be trying to rob you but when you saw the amount of blood pooling around him you kneel down by his side.

“Hello?! What happened?! Can you stand up?!”

No response.

You put your fingers on the inside of his wrist and felt a pulse before grabbing him from under his armpits and pulled him inside your apartment just in time before a bunch of police cars drove by. Looking it up and seeing whatever hit him was shot completely through his body you stop the bleeding and stitch him up as best you could. Your hands were a little unsteady and you had had to silently apologize every time you made a mistake but the man was so unconscious he didn’t even twitch. You thought about calling 911 but you couldn’t for fear of the attention it might bring. You liked your privacy just the way it was, thank you very much.

The next time Takeshi opened his eyes you were there waiting. Your eyes worried and nervous but your lips pursed in determination all the same.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

Takeshi barely managed to open his eyes at the soft concerned voice and got a glimpse of your eyes before smiling goofily. “Pretty…”

“What?” Great, he’s a weirdo. “I better take you to a hospital―”

“No… No hospital… Might as well let me die… OW!” You knew it wasn’t right to hit a man when he’s down but you couldn’t stop yourself. Hearing such words made you furious. Takeshi, however, pouted at you. “What was that for?!”

You stared back at him and his smile melted away at your glare and your lips pursed in disapproval. “Don’t talk like that, you moron! Do you have any idea how many people would give their right arms just to be alive right now?!”

The Rain Guardian blinked at you incredulously before laughing out loud. Something he regretted instantly as pain shot through him and made him limp.

“Serves you right, idiot.”

“Sorry! Geez! You need to work on your bed side manners.”

“I’d consider that advice if I were a nurse. But I’m not. So screw you.”

Again Takeshi scratched the back of his head at the sight of your displeasure. “I’ve made you mad huh?”

You sigh as you stand up and start to leave. “Lie down while I get you something to eat and see if I’ve got some pain meds.”

For some reason it bothered Takeshi that he upset you and without thinking, he grabbed your wrist and made you look back at him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

Takeshi met your eyes and felt electrocuted by the sheer sadness he saw in there before you blushed and cleared your throat, pulling your wrist away from him and rubbing at it like it burned from his touch. “It’s okay, forget about it. Just… As long as you stay here I don’t want you making jokes like that, alright?”

There was just something so broken about you that the swordsman felt something in his chest thaw a little at the sight of it and by God did it hurt. He couldn’t help but be curious about you while you nursed him back to health.

All through that week you took care of his needs without any complaint despite being so obviously busy with your work. Sometimes, Takeshi could barely get a smile from you. You obviously lived alone and unprotected, surrounded by a mountain of books and that bothered him. You acted all tough and independent but he could see your vulnerability plain as day. You hide just how fragile you were from the world. As time went by Takeshi became more and more restless at the protectiveness you inspired in him.

A couple of days later he got bored lying in bed waiting for you to come home so he decided to see if you had anything he could spend time on. He was certainly not a very big fan of books so he ignored the impressive bookshelves lining your walls and foraged through a drawer where he saw you keep your knick knacks. To his delight he hit pay dirt when he found a tiny photo album.

He was willing to bet the little kid of about seven was you. You had two older people on there who were possibly your parents, and a little boy who looked enough like you to be your brother. He had the same hair color as you. You looked like you have a happy family. His smile melted off as he flipped towards the end of the album and saw you posing happily with your tired looking but smiling brother whose head had been shaved off. From the tubes sticking out of his nose and wrists it was easy to see that he was ill. The paleness and look in his eyes told him that the sickness was terminal. And if you were only seven in this picture then…

No wonder you hit him so hard the first time you guys met.

Flashes of his stupidity back in middle school came back to him all of a sudden. About how he would have leaped off that school building had Tsuna not stopped him. He had taken his life seriously for granted even now.

He needed to apologize to you.

The sound of your footsteps alerted him of your arrival so he returned the album and hurriedly went back to the bedroom and waited for you to greet him. He couldn’t believe just how hard his heart was pounding at the thought of seeing you again after a whole day. But when you didn’t come in after a few minutes he got worried. So he got up and peeked behind the bedroom door that had a view of the entrance. What he saw made envy wrap around his neck like a noose ready to choke him.

“You sure you don’t want me to spend the night?” the man you were with asked, still nuzzling your face and dropping sweet little kisses on your lips.

You smiled tiredly and caressed the man’s face lightly in response. “Sorry. Maybe next week?”

The man frowned. “You’re working too hard. Geez, just let me take care of you.”

You laughed and jealousy twisted in Takeshi’s gut like a fist. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh. It sounded heavenly.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow?”

The man sighed in frustration but kissed you deeply nonetheless before stepping away and leaving. You watched the man go and it was a while before you even noticed Takeshi had been openly staring at you with the oddest expression on his face. It was strange not to see him smiling.

“Oh, hi, Takeshi,” you greeted him. “Sorry, let me just cook us dinner. I’ll change your bandages later, alright? Are you hungry? I’ll make curry.”

Takeshi focused in releasing small little breaths trying to loosen the anger and the jealousy and the godforsaken want eating at his gut like a goddamned leech. Logically he shouldn’t really be this mad, right? It’s not like you were together. It’s not like you were in love with him.

“So,” he began, still feeling a little breathless from having to strangle the fury from his system. It had been all he could do not to push the door open and cut that man’s head off. “A boyfriend huh?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you began chopping up the onions and all the other ingredients. You decided to get changed while everything simmered. “He’s my boss’ son. We’ve been together since last year.”

“Oh.” Takeshi knew he sounded like he was being strangled but he couldn’t help it. He kept staring at your back feeling like a lump was forming in his throat as he applied all his strength not to just grab you and demand you forget about that smug idiot. “Is it serious?”

“I think so,” you shrugged as you continued to work. “He’s been talking about living together lately. I guess he’s right. It would be cheaper for me.”

“Oh.” Takeshi gritted his teeth now. “He’d be paying the rent?”

“We discussed sharing the rent,” you said, finally done with partially cooking the ingredients in the oil and dumped them all in a kettle to add the water, honey, apples and curry blocks in. “I wouldn’t be comfortable otherwise.”

Bullshit, Takeshi thought viciously. If he really wanted to take care of you he’d pay for the entire thing! He’d marry you and buy you a house and a garden and a room full of your stupid books.

He laughed despite the fact the he wanted to break something. “Really? If it were me I wouldn’t let you have to pay for anything. You’d just live there with my dog and my bird.”

That made you turn around and look at him. “I didn’t know you had pets!”

“Sure do.” He grinned. I can give you everything you could possibly want! “I’ll let you meet them someday.”

And then you smiled one of those smiles that had been making his heart feel like it was floating in the air. Takeshi could only stand there and stare at you in longing, barely even breathing.

Surely you weren’t expecting him to just up and go as soon as he recovered, did you? It’s just not happening. He was too drawn to you, too aware, too obsessed to watch you end up with someone else. He had to do something. He had to do something quick.

That night, after taking a bath and having dinner you were finally ready to change Takeshi’s bandages. You really wished you didn’t have to. Every time you did you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the lean, well-muscled body just underneath your fingertips. It was a good thing Takeshi was gentleman enough not to make you self-conscious by deliberately cracking jokes and just being his talkative self. He had been a soothing, secure presence in the apartment. You didn’t know why but knowing he was nearby made it feel like nothing and no one could possibly hurt you.

Carrying the bandages and looking forward to his chatter you stopped cold at the bedroom’s threshold, confused when you found it empty. Just when you started wondering where he could be a warm breath whispered over the bare skin of your nape.

“You’re blocking the door.”

You yelped and jumped away only to blush even more at the sight of your houseguest standing behind you fresh from a bath and wearing nothing but a towel.

Your swallowed hard and focused on your concern despite your heart beating a mile a minute. “What were you doing?! You shouldn’t have taken a bath your wounds are still fresh!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t get them wet. I just scrubbed myself from the waist down. And my face as well. Sponge baths are fun but nothing beats a nice old scrubbing. So? Shall we?” He casually walked passed you, lithe as a wolf and lay on the bed like some Greek god waiting to be fed by his handmaidens!

What’s going on? Something’s different with him tonight. You tried to shrug it off and sat on the bed with him, concentrating on taking off his old bandages first to replace them with new ones. But unlike the past few nights when he drowned the awkwardness with his chatter, tonight Takeshi sat still and silent.

And never took his eyes off you.

You could hear your heart pounding in the silence and your breath was coming faster especially when you had to wrap the bandages around his body and got a whiff of the clean, musky scent of his skin. Somehow, while you were wrapping another strip around him, you lost your concentration. Your fingers slipped and skittered over the skin of his side.

“Hey,” you looked up, wide eyed and blushing at the raspy timber of his voice. It felt like a brush combing over your skin. “That tickles.”

You try to apologize only to be caught by his eyes. You caught your breath at the way they smoldered with something absolutely carnal.

“Takeshi?” you whispered as he leaned down towards you. “What’s happening?”

Instead of answering he caught your lips in a kiss so wanting and needy you could hardly believe you were being kissed by the same person. It was like he was sucking the very soul out of you. You weren’t sure how he did it but somehow, your clothes were on the floor and you were underneath him while he thrust again and again inside you with possessive eagerness.

“You’re breaking it off with him,” he kept whispering in a broken voice in your ear every time your hips met his. “You’re going to choose me…”

Xanxus

You were not having the best day of your life.

Your pervert of a boss found another opportunity to grab your ass again, your annoying coworkers were still a bunch of bitches and somehow, your flat mate left a garbled message in your voicemail about being out of town and that she wasn’t sure if she’ll ever come back again leaving you to pay for the rent all by yourself. And people wonder why you won’t just quit your job. There’s just no way this day could get any worse.

Mentally and emotionally exhausted you walk into your apartment and switched the lights on… Only to almost have a heart attack.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!

“Shut up.” You promptly obey when you heard the click of a gun as the large, dark man sat up a little bit straighter in your favorite chair and pointed said gun at you. “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed hard before answering. “I-I live here.”

He scowled, apparently not liking the answer. “Where the hell is she?”

“Sorry, who?” you asked, trying to keep yourself calm. You had no doubt your brain will decorate the walls the moment you decide to run. Damn that’s a big gun.

“Veronica.” The man growled. “She said she was going to buy some meds.”

You swallowed. “She- she’s gone. She left me a message earlier. She says she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be back.”

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered through gritted teeth even as he leaned back in your chair again.

He must be your flat mate’s new boyfriend. The big fish she had been singing about these past few weeks who was going to be her ticket out of their hell hole of a life. So why would she drop him off here, obviously injured instead of sending him off to a hospital?

You noticed the smell in the room. The smell of gunpowder and blood. You look at the roughhewn rug you purchased from the flea market for a song last year and saw the warm brown was now rusty with red.

“Sir? Are you alright? Do you want me to get you an ambulance?” Please let me get you an ambulance. Anything to get you out of my house!

“If you try to make one single call, I’ll blow your fucking lungs out. Be quiet.” He ordered. His voice raspy and obviously in pain.

And you really couldn’t stand it. “You’re bleeding.”

He sneered back at her. “Congratulations. You’re smarter than you look.”

Okay now that was just uncalled for. “Can you hold on a bit? I have a med kit in the bathroom I can―”

He aimed the gun at you again. It amazed you that he hasn’t lost consciousness yet despite all that blood loss. “You’re not going anywhere, scum.”

Okay, that’s it. “Look, you’ve got the door covered, I won’t be able to run away. You are bleeding all over my floor and my favorite chair and you have ruined a perfectly good rug. I have had a very bad day, although obviously not as bad as yours. But I am tired, and hungry and the last thing I need is for an obvious criminal insulting me in my own home! Now put your gun down, sit still and let me get my damn med kit so I could at least keep you from dying in my goddamn house!”

Xanxus blinked back at you for what seemed like a full minute and you were half sure he was going to shoot you now. Instead he grunted and did as he was told but his garnet eyes narrowed at you the entire time. Taking that as permission you hurried to the bathroom, tiredly contemplating your life.

You managed to bandage him, thanks to all the busted heads and knees from the little league soccer team you coached over the weekends. You were amazed he did not make a single sound while you were stitching him up. He was wounded pretty bad. It was a good thing whatever hit him came out or you would have been forced to cut him open to get it out. Judging from the scars on his body it seemed this was nothing compared to whatever else he’s been through, though.

Somewhere during your treatment he fell asleep. Worried, you cleaned him up and stayed beside him to watch out for a fever.

Xanxus woke up dizzily at the feel of a soft hand brushing gently over his forehead. The first thought in his brain was that he fell asleep in a brothel. But then your scent wafted through him and he focused on your face.

“Welcome back.” You greeted him, relieved. “Give me a minute.”

Xanxus watched you walk off to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water and some warm soup. He noticed your clothes were still soiled with his blood as you came near.

“Can you sit up? You need to eat. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Xanxus did not move. He had too much pride to show you he can’t feel his arms yet.

You seem to figure that out too because you held the glass of water to his lips to help him drink. You failed miserably. Xanxus sent you a silent glare.

“Sorry,” you frowned, trying to figure out what to do before you pursed your lips and stood up. “Sorry about this.”

Xanxus watched you with some curiosity as you drank the water then leaned down towards him and made him drink the water from your mouth. The Varia Boss imbibed thirstily, not even realizing how parched he was until this.

You held his nicely chiseled chin in your hand and looked him in the eye, watching for any signs of refusal. “More?”

His slight nod was all you needed and you repeated the action. As you two continued he couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were. How good you smelled. How nice your voice sounded now that you weren’t screaming at him. After finishing the whole glass Xanxus felt better. He could at least move his fingers and his mouth now.

“Okay, the soup’s hot so I can’t do that again but we’ll do this.” You scooped up a spoonful and blew on it until it cooled before holding it against Xanxus’ lips. Luckily he could move his lips and mouth after the water.

After feeding him you wiped away a few strands of hair from your forehead and sighed. “Is there anyone you want me to call? Anyone who can pick you up?”

Xanxus thought of Squalo and how he would have to deal with the Shark’s bitching if he didn’t at least let the trash know where he was so he nodded. You held your phone for him while he tapped out the numbers. The voice that answered nearly cost you your eardrums.

“VOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! WHO IS THIS?! THIS HAD BETTER BE IMPORTANT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL―”

“Trash.”

“Xanxus? XANXUS?! YOU FUCKMOTHERING SON OF A WHORE!!! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! I’VE BEEN HAVING EVERYONE SCOUR THE GODDAMN CITY FOR YOU, YOU BASTARD! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Xanxus raised a brow at you and you answer for him and gave the loud man on the other line your address.

“VOI! WHO WAS THAT?!!! THAT YOUR NEW WHORE?!”

“No, Veronica was the one who got me in this shit in the first place before running off like the bitch she is. Now pick me up, fucking Shark or I’ll make it so you’ll be shitting through your forehead.” Xanxus hung up without further ado.

“He sounds like he was really worried about you.” You couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose you guys are a group, huh? What’s your motto? Swearing is Caring?”

To your surprise, his lip actually twitched at that. Despite being pretty sure he was a murdering psychopath, you couldn’t help but like him. He had a well-worn look on his face that told you this man had it rough. The kind that crawled out from the dirt to get to the top.

“Still hungry? Want me to make you something else?”

“Hey.”

You blinked and stared back. “Yeah?”

“I kill people for a living.”

“Um… I kinda guessed the moment you pulled a gun on me and threatened to blow my brains out.”

“Then why the hell are you being so fucking nice? I could order my men to rape and kill you when they come here if I wanted. And then I could shoot you dead.”

You winced. “Would you really do that? I hope you won’t. Because that would really suck.”

You surprised a snort out of him. “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“And you swear too much. Not that I mind. Now I don’t know about you but I’m famished. Hold on a minute and I’ll get us some decent breakfast. You’d probably want to walk out of here by the time they come instead of crawl. Or worse yet, get carried off bridal style.”

It had taken approximately forty five minutes before the rest of the Varia arrived. It was full-fledged pandemonium for a total of five minutes while Squalo screamed, Levi wailed, Lussuria wept, Belphegor giggled and Mammon erased all evidence that they have been there. He was about to float over to you and get rid of the witness but Xanxus’ voice stopped the illusionist.

“Hold it. No one’s touching that. That one’s mine.”

You met his eyes with your questioning ones but his face was the same solemn granite you had beheld all night long. His beautiful ruby eyes arrested you into stillness. It was like being caught in hypnosis. You barely even noticed how his companions threw you curious and assessing looks as they protectively ushered their Boss away.

He stuck in your mind, that Xanxus. Even after a week you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was an enigmatic man. You don’t usually go for bad boys but there was just something so… special about him for lack of a better word. A curious brand of strength mixed with a soul that had known too much hurt.

She should really stop thinking about him. Life moved on and at least she was alive. She had bigger problems. Like the rent. So when a male coworker expressed interest in become flat mates with you you pounced on the chance and took him home.

Imagine the poor guy’s shock when he was met with the barrel of a gun between the eyes.

“XANXUS!”

Who the fucking hell is this?!

“Wait, you can’t kill him! He’s going to be my new flat mate!”

If you thought that was going to calm him down then you have another think coming.

“Listen, boy,” Xanxus growled. His voice low, raspy and utterly deadly. “You’ve got three seconds to move your ass or you’ll be feeding the sewer rats tonight. One.”

Your hopes were dashed in less than a second as your guest ran screaming bloody hell into the night.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you were almost in tears as you stomped a foot on the floor. “How am I going to pay the rent this month?!”

“Fuck the rent. I’ll set you up in a penthouse.” He snarled as he put his gun away and stalked towards you. “Hell, I’ll give you a fucking mansion!”

“And how am I going to pay for something like that, Mr. Big Shot?”

You’re sarcasm was cut off when he pushed you against the wall, his eyes again pinning you like a butterfly on a board and you felt that pull again. The same one you felt the last time you saw him before he left.

“By becoming mine, of course.” He growled quietly as he leaned towards you.

You try to push him away, your cheeks red and your eyes glaring. “I am not Veronica. I am not going to be her replacement, you idiot! Let go!”

“Moron,” he huffed in amusement at your futile attempts to free yourself from him. “Veronica wasn’t my woman; she’s just a fuck toy. You’re going to belong to me. Anybody else tries anything on you; I’ll blow their fucking brains out.”

Somehow, as he caught your lips in a heated, passionate kiss, you couldn’t help but think that this just may be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you.

And then you melted in his embrace…

anonymous asked:

Hii, I hope I'm not rude but I wish you would write a fic where Yoongi starts having feelings for your best friend but he is in a relationship with you. Thank you so much and sorry for the trouble. 😍🙈🌹❣️

SO, I’m basing this off of How Can I Say but DAY6.  I hope you like it! 
genre: angst.

Yoongi was torn. Who wouldn’t be when they’re in a relationship with someone while still developing feelings for someone else? Does he stay with you and wait for the feelings to go away or act upon the feelings and breakup with you? He had no clue, and he didn’t know how to ask for help. He did know that he hated himself for not feeling the same way you did still.  He wished he still felt the butterflies, and that his heart would react the same way yours did. Would it happen though? He likes your best friend now, not you. The last time he saw you, you told him you love him, a big smile on your face but how could he say it back? How could he lie to you? He didn’t.

When you meet up with him today, he notices how happy you are, how your face lights up as he sits down across from you. He thinks back to the time when his face lit up because of you too, but now he lights up because of them. You tell him about your day as you eat your food, and he listens. He isn’t a total piece of shit after all. He thinks of telling you, telling you everything, but how can he?

He hates himself. He was with your friend again, feeling so comfortable with her. When was the last time he felt comfortable around you? He didn’t know. He didn’t even think about it, he was too focused on your friend. He was away from you, his partner, but he felt so much better than when he’s with you. He wishes you would hate him, that you would figure out how he feels, or doesn’t feel. He wishes you’d stop smiling at him like he’s the best thing ever, your eyes clear, proving you don’t know yet.

Finally, he has you across from him, in a small quaint café, ready to tell you. He’s nervous, who wouldn’t be? He’s about to break your heart. You knew by his tone on the phone that this talk wasn’t going to be good, it couldn’t be. He sounded guilty and although you didn’t know why, you knew you’d forgive him. How bad could it be?

“I don’t love you anymore.” He spoke, after a long moment of silence. “I want to love you, but I can’t.” You feel tears welling in your eyes, how could he say that?

“My heart has already left. I can’t love you anymore. I love them.” Yoongi said once more. How could he say that to you? When you had given him all you had. “I couldn’t bear to tell you at first. When I realized I didn’t feel the same way anymore it broke me. I want to love you, (y/n), I really do, I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

After he told you sorry he got up and left, he couldn’t stand seeing you cry. You sat there, in shock, because how could he? How could he do that to you? He told you he’d never leave, but he just did. You wanted to hate him, to resent him, loathe him. You couldn’t. At least now he’ll be happy.

Night Time Wishes

Celebrity/Character: Michael Fassbender

Requested: Yes

Warnings: None


Your parents were away for the night at a party and so you had the place to yourself. You didn’t like the idea of staying in the house all alone though and decided to call up your best friend Michael to ask if he wanted to stay the night. “Sure.” He answered through the phone, you could hear the smile in his voice.

Michael had been your best friend for literally your whole life, the one person who knows you inside out and back to front. He has kept your secrets, made you laugh and given you a shoulder to cry on in times of need. Somewhere down the line though, the friendship you held for him turned to love. Sure you had always loved him as a friend, but this was a different kind of love. This was the kind of love that you would kill for, die for and everything in-between. The kind of love that makes your heart beat fast every time you see that person but rips it apart at the same time because, deep down, you know that you could never have them.

The thing about Michael is that he can have any girl, and he usually does. One sideway glance at them, one smirk in their direction, and they’re his. He calls them his ‘powers’ and powerful they are. “How come my powers never work on you?” He’ll ask. “You’ve never tried them on me.” You’ll answer with a laugh and he’ll just look down at the floor and stay silent. The other thing about Michael is that he can’t seem to keep a girl for a prolonged period of time, or rather he doesn’t want to keep them. “Maybe they aren’t the one I really want.” He’ll say when you ask him about the girls. “Who do you want?” You’ll ask with a laugh. “Now there’s a question.” He’ll say to you with a closed lip smile before turning to take a cigarette from the pack in his hand. Complicated was one word you would use to describe him…yes, he was a rather complicated boy.

“I’ve got ten movies and chocolate.” Michael proclaimed as he walked through the front door of your house. “Do we really need that many?” You asked him. “Probably not, but they are all movies that you like so you can pick.” He said, placing them on the coffee table and throwing the chocolate towards you. You chose a film from the pile and put it on. You sat on the couch, feet up, your head resting on Michael’s lap. Occasionally he would pop some chocolate into your mouth. That’s the way the two of you always watched movies together and you stayed like that for most of the night until you got tired.

—————-
You were woken up to the sound of Michael moving around your room in the dark. He did that sometimes when he stayed over and found it hard to sleep. You decided to pretend that you were still sleeping and then suddenly spring up and scare Michael.

You felt the right side of your bed sag under the weight that had just been placed on it and felt Michael’s hand on your head. He stroked your forehead with his thumb as you continued to let on you were sleeping. Suddenly, just as you were about to rise up and scare him, you felt, what could only be Michaels lips, on your forehead. You were confused, why was he kissing your forehead? He has never done that before. Your heart was pounding fast against your ribcage and you fought to keep your eyes closed.

“I wish you knew how much I love you.” He whispered into the dark. “I wish that you could love me back." He sighed. "You always ask me who I really want and the answer is you. It’s always been you and it always will be. But you don’t seem to notice me. You don’t notice the glances and the way you make me smile and you don’t notice the way I look at you, willing you to love me back. Maybe its best you don’t notice though, because I don’t think I could ever bare being turned down by you.” It went silent for a moment and you thought that he was finished, but he wasn’t. “You’re the only person who can cheer me up when I’m sad and calm me down when I’m angry. You don’t value yourself at all, but if you were mine I’d tell you how much I love you every single day. I’d tell you how your smile brightens up my day, how your eyes glisten in the moonlight and how you are the most perfect girl I have ever known. If you were mine…oh, if only you were mine!”

“That can be arranged.” You said, opening your eyes.


A/N: Some Fassy fluf for you all!

If you want to read any of the other imagines I have written then click here: masterlist, If you would like to request an imagine/one shot or a blurb for Michael or any other celebrity/character (or to leave feedback, I L.O.V.E feedback!) then click here: ask

Caffeine Challenge #4

For @caffeinewitchcraft‘s challenge, with the first line: You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

(You should totally go check out all their stories. I’m particularly fond of 100 Parent Points, Kaleb and School for the Supernatural)

I was back and forth checking on dinner all during this hour, but hey, words on the page! Second person threw me for a minute, but it was fun to play with. Might continue to poke at this this evening :D.

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You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

“This really isn’t the sort of problem I can help with,” Josephine tells you, sliding off her perch on the crumbling stone wall. She shakes out her layered skirts with her good hand, even though they’re more memory than actual fabric these days. “I’m really more of a say your catechism and hope for the best kind of girl.”

“I don’t think a catechism is going to work.” Sam doesn’t look up from her water-logged paperback, but she’s clearly listening in. “Broken heirlooms aren’t really a spiritual issue. What’re you going to pray for? Forgetful relatives? A time machine?”

“Duct tape,” Oscar offers from his seat on his own weathered gravestone, and a chorus of dusty groans rises, even from the graves that are supposedly still sleeping.  Oscar’s Duct tape fixation is a well-known hazard of the yard. “Or glue,” he amends, side-eyeing his neighbors’ plots. “That stuff you said works on everything.”

“Didn’t you hear it turned to powder?” Josephine asks him. “What good’s glue gonna do with that?Besides, I don’t think that stuff’s safe. Callie told me she used it in her army days. Anything used in a warzone shouldn’t just be applied to whatever folks are feeling like, should it?”

“I’m not worried about fixing it,” you tell them, “I’m worried that maybe I– I don’t know. Broke something. In the world. Magically. Nana always said she could do anything she thought of, holding that egg.”

“Magic mumbo jumbo,” Sam snorts. “I’m out.” She slips back into her grave, just a faint damp patch left in her wake on the memorial bench. The other spirits shiver, and you can feel them turning away  like that was some sort of signal.

“Wait,” you say, but Josephine shakes her head and follows Sam, vanishing with a bounce of dark curls and a melodious trill of music you can’t quite recognize.

“Please,” you say, but Oscar fades into the rising mist and you can feel the spell unwinding in your grasp; twine thinning to thread, to feathers, to spidersilk.

“I still need help!” you say, spinning around, your eyes darting over each grave in turn, searching for the person who might be most suited, who might actually give you something real to go on. A faint hint of intent waves to you from the farthest corner plot, under the towering oak tree. A warm breath brushes against your face, filling your nose and mouth with the smell of freshly broken earth.

Maybe you should ask a witch,” comes the whisper, and then the spell slips away entirely.

Ask a witch, echos the creaking branches, waving in the breeze. Ask a witch.

But witches aren’t buried, you want to scream to the clouds. No witch you’ve ever heard of has ever been buried. That’s how you get magic gone wild in the landscape, turning a gully and a few straggling aspens into an ancient forest, or making animals talk so clearly even the non-magical can hear them.

Ask a witch, says the weedy clover as you pace back and forth, searching your satchel of components and discarding spell after spell. But you are the only witch for miles around, and no spell can reach past the purifying fire of cremation. There are no witches to ask.

🎇 HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU MY BABIES !! 🎇 i wish you all the best and hope your 2017 is going to be super great 💜

and ;; it means so much to me that you’re interested in my works. you have no idea how happy it makes me everyday. happy and baffled, and i don’t think this feeling will ever stop

thank you for being so supportive and helping me through hard times last year, and the years before, whenever i don’t feel so well about myself or my art. you pull me up when i’m lying on the floor crying for whatever reason sdfsf YOU KEEP ME GOING AND KEEP ME MOTIVATED AND HELP ME TO IMPROVE MY ART IM SO !!!!!

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i love you 💜💙💜💙

I love you so much. I do, and I wish I could give you everything you need. I wish I could say the words you need to hear when you are feeling down. I wish I could be the person you go to when you need to talk about your problems or about something wonderful that happened to you. I wish I could be the person you call when it is 2 am and you can’t sleep so you to tell about all those thoughts that are keeping you awake. But I’m not, and even though I’m not that person I am glad that at least I’m part of your life and you are part of mine; because someone told me once that is best to have the person you love as a friend than not having her at all.
—  I wish via-( whereitfirststarted)

aesthetic » jacob kowalski x queenie goldstein 

“Aw, don’t worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking, first time they see me.”

for @newtscqmander !! I hope you have a lovely holiday season! I wish you the best while you’re abroad! ^^ 

DAY 3225(i)

Jalsa, Mumbai               Jan 27,  2017               Fri 10:35 am





Birthday - EF - Jitendar Shir   …..   Fri, January 27 .. so dear Jitendar Ef we did wish you on the Blog last night for today, but as you may have noticed the post just decided to break away .. so here is wishing you for today all the vey best on your birth and may there be hundreds of such occasions ever .. with our love ..


So even though I absolutely detest recounting what I have lost in the Blog the previous night due to a technical problem, I am going against temperament and .. haha .. ‘tradition’, to relive those hours late at night when they were penned .. sorry .. punched .. !!


Mr Ratan Tata 

Mr Tata and I are members of a Committee constructed by the GoM, that Government of Maharashtra, to monitor suggest and give advice to an initiative by it to enhance conditions of the villages and rural regions of the State - to enhance their living conditions, education, development, involvement, job opportunities, farming benefits et al .

The picture is a moment when the meeting got over, and the story is as follows :

Mr Ratan Tata and I are also involved in the campaign by the Government for the eradication of TB, and during one of its earlier meetings, when we were being led to the dias, I politely stepped back and urged Mr Tata to walk ahead first, before me, to get on to the stage for the press conference. He in his exemplary manner, insisted that I go first. I disagreed. And for a few minutes, this ‘pehle aap, pehle aap’ - ‘you first, you first’, for those that are Hindi language challenged - continued. [ Of course many of you that are familiar with that famous story that goes with this ‘pehle aap’ attitude, will be better placed to describe to the other Ef, its origins. If not here it is. LUCKNOW, the capital city of UP,  the State of Uttar Pradesh in Northern India, and from where yours truly had his origins, was and still is to some extent renowned for its hospitality and etiquette and Nawabi manners. The city and its environs were ruled by the Nawab’s before the British invasion, a class of regal rulers, known for their delicate and immense love for all the good things of life, food, music, dance, manners etc. They would find it rude and improper to lead or walk ahead of their guests at any invite or function or event. Much like the English say ‘ladies first’, the Nawab’s would always, with utmost courtesy, say ‘pehle aap’.. ‘you first’ … The story goes that two (2) Nawab’s during their erstwhile rule, were at a railway platform to board a train, and following tradition and etiquette, kept doing ‘pehle aap, pehle aap’ to each other, before getting on to the train. Neither relenting, this little conversational etiquette driven tradition, continued for quite a while, until both realised that in their formalities, the train had departed !! ] 

where were we .. yes .. Mr Tata .. 

So at this event when the two of us were on the verge of recreating that Nawabi railway station episode, I remarked to him, not the story of the Nawab’s, but in all politeness and regard : ‘Age before beauty !’ and he laughed and gave in.

This happened almost several months ago. But when we met at the meeting the pictures of which you see above, he came forward to shake hands as he passed by me standing for him respectfully, and said ‘age before beauty’, to which we laughed again.

I was surprised he had remembered … !

Haaah aah .. pheew  .. end of story !

Next DEEWAR ..

The temple in the film was a set built at the Chandivalli Studios in Mumbai. It is a most remarkable studio. Has been existent I think form the day the first film was made .. hehe .. is just a vast piece of land, with a small area covered with lawns and a few pine trees and other bushes of varied colours, and a small area in the complex made into a rural village, with huts etc ., thats it. But I doubt if there is any film in the history of the Industry that has not used the studio for some shooting or the other. It has never been the location for an entire film, but in the entire film there shall always been a small sequence that has been shot there. Now, I am talking of my time .. now I believe it is mostly used by Tv and others .. but there we are ..

So the temple set was made in the outdoor at Chandivili, and the other made indoors on a floor at RajKamal Studio. The introduction shot of mine and the night scene when I crash my car on the steps is at the outdoor .. the ‘aaj khush toh bahut ..’ scene praying for my Mother’s life, and my death scene was done indoors .. BECAUSE .. we needed greater controlled light and liberty to shoot it any time .. and the benefit of silent shooting and the possibility of not having to dub the scenes for sound. Two scenes, that I shot in there, the prayer for Mother and the death, were never dubbed. I begged Yash ji not to. I would not be able to recreate the original sound, and he graciously agreed ..

There are two sounds in the film during these scenes which I wonder many have noticed. In the prayer scene - ‘aaj khush toh ..’  when I plead the God to give me back my Mother, the camera moves closer to me in a trolley shot, and what can be heard in a short portion of it is a wood sound, like someone stepping on a wooden floor plank, that has been either not firmly fixed or is loose. That sound is the sound of the track on which the trolley runs. Tracks in those days were made of wood, unlike what they are now, metalled and mechanised so there is smooth movement and no sound  !!

The other is the death scene. As I say my last lines on the lap of my Mother, Nirupa Roy, you hear the chime of a clock. The audience and the connoisseurs of cinema, complimented Yash ji on the placement of the chime during the death scene, as back ground sound.  WRONG ! it was never a back ground sound put in, it happened originally. You see, on the set of the temple as part of a property, there was a clock, and most coincidentally and almost in a most weird telepathic symbolic manner, went off on its own, at a most appropriate time while the shot was running !! We just kept because we could never remove it, for I had requested not to dub the scene. We had to go with the original sound. Many that do not know the detail, felt it was such a pertinent touch - ‘time telling Vijay that it was now running out on him’ .. !!

AND ..

Nirupa ji played my Mother, and the scene where she slaps me in the early part of the film, is a real slap. And I have to admit that it was the strongest hands that I have ever encountered in a lady. My ears were ringing after that whack for days .. !!

Haaa ..  another .. phew … !!!

and this scene was shot in Yash ji’s apartment in Pali Hill, where he lived during that time .. and this is the flat where I during the shooting of the film, met Adi Chopra, just born, for the first time .. today he has become this magnum studio head producer director writer  .. and a most respected fraternity member !!

OH .. and the car that I drive in to the temple at night after getting shot by Shashi ji, was supposed to stop at the steps, but in my ‘josh’ I rammed it in and it climbed up a few steps , from where I emerged !! Got a speaking to by Yash ji and the stunt director, for doing that. They said the steering wheel could have given in because of the impact, and crushed me .. !!

OKAAY .. enough no more … !!!

Good morning and apologies for the disappearance of the post last night .. tonight of course there shall be another - unfortunately that too shall have to be tolerated !!

Amitabh Bachchan 

heck ! one more .. I shot for the climax at night at Ballard pier for DEEWAR, where I am running and get shot by Shashji .. finish shooting by 5 am, have the best omelette parathas at Tardeo a lane close by, with Yashji and Shashji for breakfast, drive to the airport catch a flight to Bangalore and shoot for SHOLAY in the day, take a flight back at night to Bombay and shoot for DEEWAR at night. Did that for 7 days !!

@divinexremembrance !!!! Oh definitely! Anyone can be a witch! There’s no initiation or anything!

For starters you could make a side blog for just witchcraft so you can have better organization of spells and potions and the like! Some witches do this as a sort of online book of spells!

First and foremost thing to know is that this is going to be your craft and you do whatever feels right to you. So say if chanting a spell works better then making a spell jar then go for it!

Another is looking up witchcraft books and basicly research what you wanna do. For some they work with only herbs and all while others are pop culture/tech witches! (There’s a load of types of witches but you don’t have to have a label if you don’t want to)

Also the witchcraft community is very open and accepting in general so if you ever need help you can ask. (But there are, as in all communities, some rude people that might try to force their ideals on you or such. I say to just ignore them ok?)

I have a few blog you could follow if you like!
@breelandwalker
@orriculum
@witchy-tips
@will-o-the-witch
@thewitchystuff
@urbanspellcraft

Its also easy to look in the tags to find certain blogs that relate to what you want to practice like if you want tarot/pendulum/general divination you search for those and find blogs you like.

I for one an trying to learn all I can that I could but I mostly specialize in sigils, spirit work, and slight divination!

And I believe that’s all I could currently think of that you can do. (Just ask me or anyone else if you got any questions that I might have missed) also be mindful of certain things being off-limits like most native practices and terms and general appropriative things too!

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Prompt #1. Being caught under the mistletoe with Gally.

For: @purityimagines

You throw your hair into a high ponytail, before walking down to the main floor of the homestead. It’s Christmas Day, and Newt has the place decorated from top to bottom. It’s your first Christmas in the Glade, and even though you don’t remember anything from your past, you know that you were wishing for snow. It doesn’t snow in the Glade though, nor does it rain, it’s always sunny.

You sigh, and bump into Newt, “You really out did yourself Newt!”

“Thanks Y/N!”

“You seem cheerier than usual,” Minho pipes in.

“It’s Christmas, I’m supposed to be cheery,” You roll your eyes.

“Try telling that to Gally,” You mutter a ‘shut up’ in response, and walk over to your best friend who’s sulking in the corner by the stairs.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask, sinking down next to him.

“Alby’s all about order in the Glade, and everybody doing their jobs, not a single shuckface is doing anything today.”

“Oh come on Gal, it’s Christmas!”

“And how do we know that? Last time I checked, the creators didn’t send us any calendars, how do we know it’s Christmas today?”

“Even if it isn’t, it’s the thought that counts!” You say, throwing your hands up in exasperation, “Be more festive Gal!”

“Maybe this’ll help!” You hear a voice call from above you, you two look up to see Minho, at the top of the stairs, dangling a mistletoe above you. You stare at him wide-eyed, and Gally shares your expression, “Come on! It’s tradition!”

“Shuck it,” You say, leaning in for a kiss, Gally is taken aback at first, but he soon reciprocates. You pull back at the sound of wolf-whistles coming from the rest of the boys.

“Well, I guess there is one this I like about this Christmas,” Gally mutters, before giving you one more peck on the lips.    

A/N: AND THAT’S ALL LOVES! 12 Days of Book Boys is over! I know I couldn’t get to all the request, but I tried to post for as many different prompts and character that I could. I know there were a lot of Harry Potter ones, but it was because it was my newest fandom and I had a lot of inspiration for it. Thank you for those who requested and read my imagines. So until next year! Happy holidays! xoxo

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I'm not gonna call you a Nazi, I'm not gonna call Jon a Nazi. but I'm a black guy, and being told I am somehow polluting America with my presence, that I am "Diluting the gene pool", Nah. Fuck that and Fuck Jon. I get it's hard to stop doing what you doing, but I hope you know what Jon said is god damn unforgivable. I wish you the best though, cause I don't know you, I don't know what you do, but just know shit like this makes things scary for me.

You’re not a pollutant to your country, you’re a human being that deserves the same amount of respect and rights that everyone else has and wants to have. I’ll stand by that no matter what. I would never go against it for the sake of this blog “maintaining JonTron aesthetic” for lack of a better explanation. My respect for his work, which is my goal for what this blog resembles, does not mean I respect or condone what he says. 

  • Ryder: What are you doing?
  • Friend: Taking your picture.
  • Ryder: Why?
  • Friend: Because when I’m old and wrinkled, I'll look at it and think "I bet that bastard didn't age a day yet".
  • Ryder: *laughs*
  • Friend: It’s weird, you know. It’s not like I can write you or call. You'll be out of my life forever.
  • Ryder: Stop being so maudlin. It's my farewell party, not a wake.
  • Friend: But how I would survive without my best wingman?
  • Ryder: Oh, I'm sure you'll manage. Less competition for you, anyway. I wish you could come with, though, it would've been fun.
  • Friend: Yeah, me too. But doctor orders...
  • Ryder: Wait, what? You applied?
  • Friend: Sure. Like I'd let you have all the fun by yourself if I could help it.
  • Ryder: So, what about the doctor, it’s nothing serious, right?
  • Friend: Nah, don’t worry about me. Just less likely to live through 600 years of stasis. Their requirements are pretty high.
  • Ryder: I can’t believe you hadn’t told me you were applying in the first place.
  • Friend: Thought I’d surprise you with a good news, but... Oh, well. Where’s you better half, anyway? I wanted to say goodbye...
  • Ryder: Keep you hands off my sister, she’ll kick your ass. And she's probably still packing. I have no idea how she’s managed to get so much stuff with us moving around all the time.
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