Never Letting Go

“I have to live with you. Let’s live together. Marry me.”

Unfortunately, in the Goryeo Era not even the third time is the charm. Only a complete masochist and sucker for punishment proposes twice in the same week after getting rejected the first time. Any other man would have given up a long time ago, but WS even after all those years of rejections keeps soldiering on like a trooper, even though his heart breaks each time. He hasn’t changed at all - it’s so similar to the time 8 years ago when he came to her from Later Jin and she rejected him, only for him to return days later, asking her to marry him and getting rejected again.

“I cannot. I cannot do anything for you except provide comfort. It will be hard for me to marry you.“

Their night out together is the one moment of selfishness HS allows herself, stealing the king himself from the Palace, to have him completely for herself one last time before she sends him away to an other woman. It’s relatable, but absolutely cruel towards Wang So, that she knows the whole time SO WANTS TO PROPOSE TO HER and that she will reject him and that she will hurt him BUT STILL WANTS TO HEAR HIM PROPOSE TO HER, WANTS THAT ONE MOMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS. She said it to Jimong herself, didn’t she? That she’s been WAITING A LONG TIME for this, to finally be with WS - she’s been constantly waiting and THAT’S HER BIGGEST MISTAKE IN AN ERA with a short life expectancy, where people could get killed each day or die from disease. WHILE WAITING for the right moment SHE MISSED SO MANY CHANCES, LET SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES PASS BY, she was always living and hoping for future that wasn’t guaranteed, and now it’s simply too late. On the other hand, So, who knows how precious and short-lived is each happy moment, has wanted to live with her from the beginning, to live for the moment not caring about the future. 

“I will not give up on you over that scar. No one can force me to. I won’t give up either.”

Some people say that they want back the wild WS who didn’t care abou rules defied everyone and who would do anything for HS, BUT HE IS STILL THAT MAN, HE HASN’T CHANGED AT ALL. He is ready to FIGHT THE WHOLE WORLD FOR HER (just like he did many times before) - HE’S READY TO WEATHER THE STORM, PREPARED TO ABOLISH A CENTURIES-OLD STUPID RULE ABOUT SCARS, FIGHT THE CLANS AND ALL FOR HER, SO HE COULD MAKE HER HIS QUEEN! And you know that in the end, he would have won because he’s smart and ruthless, he would go over dead bodies to achieve it, but all Goryeo kings went over dead bodies. It’s HER WHO IS GIVING UP, who is afraid to fight for them - it’s because she wants to stop bloodshed and to protect him, but the truth is it’s noble idiocy in it’s purest form. In the end, HS hasn’t changed either.

“Even if I can’t marry you you can’t leave me. I won’t let you go. You have to be mine. You can’t go anywhere. I will never allow it. You are my only queen.” 

In the end, HE RESPECTS HER DECISION no matter how much it hurts him and gives her the only promise he can give her now - to be hers in all ways if he cannot be with her in name. However, after So’s tear falls the expression in his eyes promises RETRIBUTION to everyone WHO HURT THEM, TORN THEM APART AND TRIED TO CONTROL THEIR LIVES.

“Whoa, hold the phone. Now give the phone back to me.”

That was a great line.

Also Steven in your dad’s defense, Lapis did break his leg and try to drown both you and Connie.


I guess it must be pretty hard for his VA to sing with his usual “kid” voice.

Okay yeah, there’s literally 0 chance we’re not at least seeing Lapis in some form today, and judging by the title it will be in the form of a message.

The crew wouldn’t bring her up like this if it wasn’t relevant.

This song is pretty lovely however. I wasn’t feeling the first part but the second bought me back

Why being a dick is fun

I was stuck in a shit support cleric build but I needed a pale tongue to reallocate. I needed one victory. Just one. That’s hard to do when everything’s just fight clubs.

Anyways, I invade at the Pontiff and haul ass for the host. It’s a fight club, but guess what? It’s a full fucking lobby.

I lightning stake the host twice and drop him to a chode of health (he wasn’t paying attention). He bolts and two reds immediately want to rip my penis off. The host barely escapes my running attacks and gets a chug off.

The reds catch up, then, all hell breaks loose.

Life becomes a sea of flailing red limbs and roll animations. Everyone’s just mashing light attack trying to add to the incoherent violence.

But the host?

He was fucking blended into a pasty mulch.

;_; gg mang

A Ghost

{Summary: To love a person is difficult, to tell them you love them is more difficult, but what is really difficult is when you want to tell them you love them, but they aren’t there}

Originally posted by seonmuriya

It was difficult, it was hard to talk about certain things. Have you ever felt it? Felt like your voice was going to broke, a large lump in your throat? Blinking fast, trying to wipe those tears? Feel like your heart was breaking into a thousand pieces? Did you felt it?…I did.

If there really is someone up there, I wish he could answer all my questions. I had so…so many questions. They told me that it was good to talk about it, and I wanted, but I was really scared.

What would you do if the person you trust the most is snatched from your hands?
How do they want us to live without that person? How do they pretend to make us live without their smile, their voice…?

I looked at the calendar that was hanging on the white wall of my room. Friday 28, marked with a red circle, a circle that wasn’t perfect. Maybe because when I did it, my hands were shaking furiously, and tears blurred my sight.

I looked at the photo that was hanging next to the calendar, I passed my thumb gently over it, letting a sad smile decorate my pale face.
I left my room after I was prepared, and breathing deeply I went into the kitchen, getting ready to receive looks of pity. I tried to avoid my mother’s eyes, my father’s eyes, and my little brother, taking a simple apple and putting it in my black backpack.

I breathed deeply, trying to calm my breathing and my hands, that were beginning to shake. I grabbed the handlebars of my bike, walking for a few minutes and then cycling to the florist. I left my bike against the wall of the shop, gently opening the door and letting the smell of different flowers relax my body.

“Good morning, Y/N” Mrs. White said. She was a sweet old woman, I knew her since I was 5 years, and I was really thankful toward her. “Do you want the usual?”

I shook my head, letting a few strands of hair fall in front of my face. My eyes observed the different flowers that decorated the store, million of colors, all too bright to how I felt at that moment. “C-could you give me a bouquet of flowers? The prettiest flowers you have?” I tried not to drown in my own words.

Mrs. White nodded her head, somewhat confused. “They’re really expensive”. I took my wallet out of my backpack, showing her a sum of money that would pay for the flowers, an amount of money that I had earned working for 7 months. Mrs. White put the flowers in a beautiful red paper.

Now, riding my bike, and with the flowers resting basket of the bike, I let the air caress my hair and skin. And when I reached my destination, it was at that moment, when I felt like my legs were shaking, and I asked myself if I would be able to reach my destination.

“Y-you..are okay” I tried to convince myself, putting a hand on my chest, and grabbing my shirt in a fist.

Slowly, steadying my legs, I arrived to my destiny. A white, pure and bright tombstone was among many more. My legs started shaking strongly when I saw the name that was written on that tombstone ‘Jeon Jungkook’. My legs were complaining, until they completely failed, and I ended up on the floor, on my knees, looking at that tombstone. 

I stared at it as if it were a dream, as if the tombstone was going to disappear, becoming a teenager with black hair, bright smile, cat eyes, silly faces…

I left the flowers gently on the floor, replacing them with the ones I put a few days ago. “Kookie…I’m here again, s-s-sorry it took so many days” My voice was shaking more and more. “Miss Blake is angry with me almost everyday, I always forget to take the notebook to school…” I laughed a little, remembering how I always forgot to take the English’s book to class. “Maybe if you were here…this would not happen”

I couldn’t take it anymore, and tears began to fall from my eyes, my body was shaking because of my sobs. I covered my face with my hands, remembering that Jungkook hated to see me cry, and when I cried he was sad. “Jungkook…” I cried. “Jeon Jungkook, you promised to be my friend forever… you p-promised to be always there for me, but I don’t see you. Jungkook I don’t see you there”

"Why did it have to be you? Why didn’t you tell me that you were sick?” I cried harder. “I would have given my best to help you. I would have appreciated you more than I already did…”

“I know”

I pulled my hands away from my face, lifting my head slowly. Was I dreaming? Before me was my best friend, the guy I was in love with. But it wasn’t really him…a ghost?

“Jungkook?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to push that hallucination off…a hallucination that I wouldn’t mind to be real.

“I hate when you cry”

“I-is that really…you?”

“Obviously, do you know another boy that is so handsome?”

“But are..and..sick…and…” I couldn’t finish any phrase. Jungkook lifted his right hand, I lifted my right hand, and we slowly touched each others face.

“I can touch you” I said confused while I caressed his cheek. Jungkook nodded his head, caressing my lips and cheeks.

“Why did you do it?”

“Why can I touch you, and see you?” I asked ignoring his question, and not really knowing what he was talking about.

“Y/N, I miss you too. I’m here to tell you this, but this isn’t your time. You need to live, for you, for me, for us. I love you, but you can’t come up here, not yet” His face came close, and his lips touched mine, moving against each other.

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused. 

“You had an accident”

The scenario changed and I was no longer in the cemetery, I was watching myself lying in a hospital bed, my mother holding my hand while she cried, my father trying to calm my little brother. Jungkook’s parents were also there, both hugging each other and crying.

“What is this?” I asked looking at Jungkook. “What is happening here?”

"Today is my anniversary, I died 3 years ago. You came out of the florist…a car hit your bike, leaving you unconscious on the floor. You lost a lot of blood, they were afraid that your brain had been damaged”

“But…I can be with you..right?” I asked hugging him. Then, I saw a bright yellow light, and a blue light.

“If you go to the yellow one, you can be with me. But your family will lost one of the most importan members, they will lose you” Jungkook caressed my hair. “If you go to the blue light, you will continue living, but you won’t see me, not until it’s your time”

I didn’t think much and I started walking toward the yellow one. I loved Jungkook with all I had, and I still love him. I didn’t want to live in a world where I couldn’t stay with him. I missed him so much that it hurt, it hurts a lot.

Jungkook grabbed my hand. “Do you love me?” He asked with a little smile, a tear falling from his eye. I nodded mi head. “Then if you love me, you will forgive me”

Jungkook pushed my body to the blue light. “See you in a couple of years, don’t forget me”

“No, no, no, no!” I screamed. Everything went black, and then I was on a hospital bed, my parents happy to see that I was awake, like my brother and Jungkook’s parents. I started to cry. “JUNGKOOK! I WANT HIM BACK, PLEASE, PLEASE!” I cried really hard.

My mother hugged me, rocking us back and forth. “Jungkook…come back…please!”

anonymous asked:

How do I breakup with someone I've been with for so long? It's heartbreaking and he's great but we fight so much like screaming fights and it's just not normal

You call the person up, and you say to them what you just typed to me. There is no way to avoid a hard break up. There’s no way to make it less painful. But you have to just do it. Prioritize your health and the needs of your heart.

Things that made me smile today:

The vice principal who was very serious about making a halloween costume during lunch and I asked him what he was going to be and he said a “giraffe.” I asked how he was going to do that and during break time he was working very hard using cardboard boxes and making the tall neck and head, and everyone in the office was laughing so hard because he was so serious yet had this dorky thing on his head. The students were stoked! I love that at this school, they let all of the children come to school with costumes and all staff members dress up. 

One of the younger teachers talking about how he’s going to be the guy from PPAP for Halloween and talking seriously with the vice principal about his struggle to find the right outfit. So silly.


“So I’m standing there filling up like I’ve done a thousand times before, and I hear a chunk. You know, the pump’s nozzle. The– the metal thing. The thing you squeeze, right? I hear a chunk. So I suppose, in my naivete, I took to understand that gas is no longer coming out of the nozzle, so I pull out the hose to put it back and whoosh! You know, I am suddenly soaked in gasoline. I mean, on my arms and my legs and my– my groin. So now I am in a panic, and I race home, I run inside the house, and I’m stripping off my clothes as fast as I can. I jump in the shower. It’s not until after I get out of the shower that I realize my gas-covered clothes have been soaking in the living room rug this entire time. I mean, it’s– it’s– the whole thing is just so stupid. I could have rinsed off at the station. Halfway home, I’m starting to realize– wait a minute– there’s a water hose right there next to the air pump. You know, for tires. Anyway, so that was my day. How was yours?”

I’ll only ever get one life, and I’ll only ever meet one you, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to win your heart. I’m going to cling to every moment, leap at every opportunity; I’m going to make you love me as much as I love you, even if it kills me.