but nobody could understand

One time I went to a Muse concert and it was orgasm-level amazing but about half way through Matt tried to talk to the crowd but it literally sounded like “DUBLIN ahgidhasjkernjkew alroight yeah??” and nobody could understand what the fuck he was saying so we all just went “FUCK YEAH”

Every Road (1)  (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1144

Warnings: Angst, fuffly and other sad things.

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

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Originally posted by thaisiensen-blog

The universe decided to give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you could give them the same.

One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.

It wasn’t painful, was more like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to look right away, you feel that something changed but you can’t say if it was something good or not.

You keep staring at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or out with his friends.

 You take off your robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B  03.10.1917 on your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your soulmate but he was a really old guy.

You start crying not knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.

You stayed in your bed for hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like cheap sex  “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right thing.”

“Did you ever sleep with her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you, you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did, here take this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat thinking about what you are doing next.

You start driving; you don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road. You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you that he can still see anything with the old age.

You start to drink, but nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and looks dangerous.

He has beautiful dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose “Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”

He blushes at your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.” You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed the process.”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”

“What a hero.” You say sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about what is bothering you?”  You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask “Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”

“You look like you need a friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side “I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”

You smile sadly at him “Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel? We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that person is or what they done.”

He puts his hands on yours, you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person who will… complete you and love you no matter what.” 

A few tears scape from your eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”

You shake your head, so he asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What kind of name is this?”

“Oh no, doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”

“That’s not possible; you are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.

“Sorry, I just can’t, James… not right now.”


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I’ve always maintained that Zeppelin was the spaces between us. Bonzo was into soul music and Motown ballads; I was into jazz and classical music; Jimmy was into rockabilly, blues, and folk; and Robert was into blues and Elvis Presley. None of us had the same record collection. Nobody on the outside of the band could understand this.
—  John Paul Jones, quoted in Brad Tolinski, Light and Shade: Conversations with Jimmy Page
Clayton Keller - Lucky Puck

Anon: Hey if you can and if you have the time can you do a Clayton Keller one where the two go to collage together and Y/N plays for the girls hockey team but they hate each other but they still support each other at their hockey games and at one of his games that Y/N watches at the end he kisses her?

A/N: OMG I love Clayton so much and I can’t wait for him to play with the yotes. Look at how cute he is, I mean c’mon. This was so fun to write. 

Waning/s: Mentions of sexual tension, swearing 

Word count: 1,207 

Song: ILYSB - LANY, or if you’re feeling angsty like me all the time: Certain Things - James Arthur (this is very cute with this so)

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endlesscolddreams  asked:

Talk rusame to me that i am feeling like crap

Ahh actually I don’t really have many headcanon for them but lemme think of somee

My Headcanon for them (or more like how my brain works to see hetalia to fit my OTP glasses):

- Being a helpless RusAme fan I am, I headcanon that the only person they really fell in love is each other. Like they’ve seen each other at their best and their worst, and felt like nobody else could understand them better than each other. They may have other relationships too with other nations, but no one else could make them fall in love like how they used to be in the past.

- So like, I always read canon hetalia comic strips where they’re hostile / passive aggressive with each other, as a defensive mechanism for them to lie to themselves that they dislike each other. Because yeah let’s face it, most of their bosses aren’t very keen with each other ever since Cold War, and that’s why the passive aggressive acts are helping them to dislike each other like their bosses do.

- But no matter what, the nostalgia of their warm relationship they had, and how their personality contrasted, makes them still attracted to each other. Like, that Paint it White movie where Alfred immediately went to Ivan after Japan is reluctant to be his sidekick. Like won’t Canada/England/France would be the logical choice for him after Japan instead of Ivan, his rival? I’d like to see him choosing Japan first, totally expecting him to reject him, so when he chose Ivan next, it won’t be very transparent that he wants to choose Ivan from the start. Like a camouflage sort of thing, haha.

- When interacting with each other after cold war, they’re always careful to slip in the “passsive aggresive bits” so to not make their true feelings shown. Like that comic strip where France found them chatting and eating happily together, but when France greeted them, Ivan spouted lines like he wants to break America’s glasses etc. I’d love to see it as his self defense to justify why he’s willingly spending his time chatting and eating with his rival. 

- Also that Busby chair episode? Of course I saw it as Ivan intentionally sat on the chair multiple times to prevent Alfred from sitting on it and so spared him from death/damage that Arthur intentionally hope to inflict on him.

- That episode where Alfred points to Ivan that he’s bad guy and always kiss people on first meeting? My RusAme glasses sees it as Alfred’s jealousy to see Ivan does the kissing to everyone and not just to him :)))

I know some/all of them could be considered far reaching but hey, it’s canon both of them is a great actor behind their cheerful faces, so it’s very probable what they do is not what their heart tells them to do hha.

Hope it suffices and hopefully it could make you feel better, Danie! :)

mr. neighbour || 08

Genre: Neighbour!Jungkook; fluff; angst-ish
Word Count: 1, 280
Notes: The wait was a bit long, but here it is! Enjoy~
Series: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9

Life could be incredibly unpredictable at times and sometimes, really unfair. Nobody could ever even begin to guess or understand what life would throw, not even you. One minute it’s your neighbour, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on your door at 4AM and the next, it decides to throw a curveball at your face.

Every part of you had been prepared to have the most boring blind date of your life. You had been dead set on just being there, surviving a couple of hours with the guy, and then getting the hell home.

Yeah, was.

Because the moment your date had walked into the restaurant, dressed in slacks and a tasteful button down with his hair perfect, your jaw had hit the ground. Literally, it was a miracle your jaw hadn’t dislocated with how fast it dropped.

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Sanji is said to be French “in real life”, right?
So if Sanji would be French, and both he and Law are from north blue, then that means Law would speak french as well, yes? Probably just with another accent?

I would like to rant about something that’s going on in my country but it’s impossible to explain the culture behind this and nobody except people from this country could understand it and i hate it cause I want an opinion from someone that doesn’t live in this country from hell.

anonymous asked:

Re: taylor swift's feminism, it bothers me bc she brings it up 25/8 but is rarely seen doing anything substantial so it comes off as her doing it for the good press imo but harry never really brings it up... he'll say something when asked or when supporting he for she on twitter. But idk that is my opinion, different anon btw

so because he doesn’t bring it up himself (which i mean, he does, he tweeted about the women’s march the he for she thing isn’t the only time he’s brought it up himself) that… makes it okay? like i guess i understand where you’re coming from but???? and taylor doesn’t just “bring it up” and never do anything, again, I understand her feminism could be better but nobody ever mentions the good she does?? remember when people bashed the shit out of her for not tweeting her support for kesha but behind the scenes she had donated kesha money to help pay for her court fees??? remember when she literally got sexually assaulted and this site made a goddamn meme out of it and she said she’d donate all the money she got from the settlement to other victims of sexual assault??? but nobody talks about that…. in fact y’all make fun of her for it….. she could do more for sure… but her statements aren’t empty and i’m tired of people saying so 

Imagine - Singing a sad song and Fili overhearing.

“I know I’m a mess and I wanna be someone, someone that I’d like better.” You sang softly, gazing up at the night sky, the billions of stars twinkling brightly overhead. It truly was a beautiful sight to see. However, that didn’t change the fact that you were drowning within your own mind. You continued to sing after taking a deep breath, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I can never forget so don’t remind me of it forever.” 

You weren’t sure when you started to feel so low about yourself. If you had to pinpoint one day though, you’d probably choose the day that you realised you were different. Not different in a way that was visible to the naked eye but different as in you looked at things differently. It made you stand out and nobody could understand you. You had yet to meet one person that understood you like you wished that they would. 

When Gandalf had requested you help with the journey to Erebor, you had been thrilled, although slightly wary. What if you didn’t get along with the dwarves? What if they all realised you were different and they treated you like everybody else did, like you were someone that had to be avoided? You weren’t sure you could handle that.

Surprisingly, they didn’t. They were cheerful and delightful and hopeful. Apart from Thorin, they all seemed to take to you quickly, which made you feel slightly more at ease, despite knowing Thorin didn’t trust you. You understood why though; it was a quest that would change their lives forever, a quest that was so important to him because it meant he could reclaim his home. 

You were honoured to even be a part of the quest, the chance to help them take it back filling you with hope. 

“What if I just pulled myself together?” You continued to sing. “Would it matter at all? What if I just tried not to remember, would it matter at all?” 

“Are you okay?” Hearing his voice made you jump, turning around to look at him and placing a hand over your heart as you glared at him.

“Warn a girl next time you decide to creep up on them, would you?! You almost gave me a heart attack!” You accused. 

Fili held his hands up sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to see what you were doing and heard you singing. What was that song, by the way? Do you really feel that way?” 

You sighed and turned back the way you were facing, staring at the view straight ahead. Now that he had heard you, you weren’t really in the mood to continue singing and you definitely weren’t in the mood for conversation.

Fili didn’t take any notice of this as he came to sit beside you, looking at you with what could only be described as pity. You tried not to let that get to you but you really hated it when people looked at you like that. It made you feel worse, somehow. 

“Why do you feel like that?” He asked softly, his brows furrowing as you glanced at him.

“Why does anyone feel anything?” You responded, avoiding his question. He didn’t need to know, you didn’t want him to. 

“What do you mean?” 


“No, don’t do that. You always do that.” He shook his head.

“Do what?” 

“Act like there’s nothing on your mind when there clearly is. You’ve been doing it ever since we met you.” 

“It’s nothing, seriously,” You smiled slightly. “I’m just a mess of a person and that’s all you need to know.” 

“Why do you feel like that though? Something must have happened.” 

“It’s not always that simple, you know?” You spoke in irritation. That was exactly why you preferred not to say anything, because they simply didn’t get it. 

“How can I help?” He asked, looking so concerned that it brought a tear to your eye. “You deserve to be happy but it’s clear you’re not. What can I do? Tell me.” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know anymore. I just feel… lost.” 

That was about the only way that you could think to explain it. Looking at things differently wasn’t always the problem, it was the fact you were plagued by a darkness that made you think and feel differently. 

When people didn’t understand something, they judged or they avoided it entirely. 

You couldn’t blame them but it did make you sad. 

“Look,” Fili started, wringing his hands together as though he was nervous about something. “I don’t know why you feel this way but you’re not a mess. Not to me. Not to any of us really.” 

“I doubt that.” 

“It’s true. I mean.. it’s just…” He seemed frustrated with himself but you couldn’t understand why. 

“Fili,” You started, turning your body so you could look him straight on. “Whatever you’re trying to say, just don’t. I know what I am and I know what I’m not, so don’t try and make me feel better ab-” 

He cut you off before you had the chance to finish you sentence. 

His lips were on yours. 

He was kissing you. 

Your heart started racing inside your chest, automatically responding to the feel of his lips against your own. Kissing him back, you moved so you were closer to him, tangling your fingers in his hair. When you felt his hands on your waist, it only spurred you on. 

This had been the one thing you weren’t expecting. You had never even thought of Fili like that before, besides thinking he was seriously good looking. You just couldn’t seem to help yourself; feeling his lips on yours was like igniting the fire inside you that you never knew was there. 

It was a passionate kiss that ended far too quickly for your liking but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t sure what spurred his actions and while you weren’t complaining, you would have to talk about it.

“You’re worth a lot more than you think.” He whispered, his hand touching your cheek gently. 

Despite everything, you smiled.

You knew that things would never be the same between you two and you were excited to see where it led. For now, the conversation about why that had just happened was going to be put on hold. Maybe Fili could be the first person to understand you. If he could, then you’d talk. If not, you could just forget it happened. 

Well, you’d try to. 

Somehow, you didn’t think it would be that easy.

AN: Sorry that I haven’t written an imagine in a while but I hope this makes up for it. Trying to write more imagines again so let me know what you think! 

Ideas for Voltron Season 2
  • Okay. So imagine Shiro going off on some serious solo mission and getting himself captured or something and Zarkon makes the rest of the team believe that he’s dead
  • Its really devastating and terrible and they have a funeral and lots of tears and hugging. You know the drill.
  • Keith won’t mourn with anyone cuz he’s stubborn and he was the closest with Shiro and nobody could ever possibly understand what he’s going through. Blah blah blah…
  • Then Lance is the one that has to drag him out of it because he’s the only one that really has the nerve to try
  • Lance telling Keith that Shiro was like his hero and he was like a brother to Pidge and he was just really important to everyone
  • Lance telling Keith that he doesn’t actually hate him and actually admires and respects him a lot 
  • Keith finally having the courage to try and lead the team 
  • Keith trying to pilot the black lion and Allura the red 
  • Both of them fail miserably
  • While this is happening, Hunk and Pidge have some really cute bonding/character building going on
  • Eventually Allura ends up taking over the black lion and they’re finally able to form voltron again and its all triumphant and glorious
  • Meanwhile, Shiro’s in like a super intense prison camp type thing where he’s being brainwashed and reconditioned to work for the Galra (Peeta Mellark style)
  • Then out of nowhere once the team has finally started figuring things out Shiro pops back up and they’re all like wtf? HI. And he shows up with none other than, wait for it…
  • MATT fucking HOLT
  • They all have a sweet reunion and things kinda go back to normal but Keith and Lance are hella suspicious after they catch Shiro doing some shady things but they don’t tell the others cuz Pidge is so happy 
  • And then in the finale or something they’re all fighting and Shiro and Matt turn on everybody mid battle as per Zarkon’s instructions and they barely manage to escape. 
  • The only reason they don’t lose the black lion is because Allura apparently formed a really strong bond with it in her brief stint 
  • We leave off with everyone devastated and not really knowing what to do and Pidge is all like, “I don’t care what y’all do. I’m gonna save my brother.” and everyone else is like, “What if they don’t want to be saved?”
  • End of season. Dun dun dun. 

We saw Lexa fall in love with Clarke, with her spirit, her strength, her heart.

Now I’m waiting to see Clarke fall in love with Lexa, with her humanity, her vulnerability, her fears.

—  me, having high hopes for S3 and S4 of The 100

heterochromiairiidum  asked:

He knows. Perhaps it is because he had learned at the side of his mother to spot the small tells. Perhaps it is because he had learned from his sister. Either way, Ravus knows. Tentative, his hand reaches out to touch Noctis' hand; they are not friends, nor are they enemies. "If there is anything at all that I can do to ease your pain, please, you only need to ask. You saved us all from the darkness, after all. You should not have to live in agony for it."

Pain, Noctis has learned, is mostly personal
Especially the kind of pain that was specific
to you because you were chosen for some greater
purpose in life, destined to be this and that. You had
hurts nobody could ease, nobody could understand
but only briefly fathom, and the immensity of it
stretches, like the great yawning gap that preceded time
and existence. 

The touch he allows, and his gaze briefly looks
to Ravus’ hand over his own, before he returns to 
studying the face of his fellow monarch. 

“….Thank you,” is all he manages to say.


Consequences- Liam Dunbar (6)

I like writing from Liam’s perspective ;)


You were officially two months in, and the pregnancy, was slowly starting to take hold of your emotions. You were becoming emotionally unstable, crying over little things like your pencil lead breaking, or even getting extremely mad when you got an answer wrong. Nobody could understand why you had become this emotional, and you wouldn’t try to make them understand it, being pregnant was something of an experience. The only thing that could calm you down when your emotions spiked up was Liam, who was having a hard time grasping your emotions. Some days, you were all over him, and then other days, you acted like he wasn’t there. It was becoming really exhausting for him, and even more exhausting for you.

You slammed your locker shut, turning to head towards the library when you dropped all of your stuff, papers flying out everywhere to cover the hallway. You felt your throat clench and you put a hand to your mouth, tears filling your eyes as you watched your papers scatter across the ground. You started crying, your sobs echoing through the nearly empty hallway. You leaned back against the lockers, sliding down until you rested on the ground, covering your face with your hands. You couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted out from this torture, this constant battle of your emotions, this battle of your appetite, its like you had no control of your own body, and you wanted out from it.


He was in class, scribbling down answers on his test, the room so silent he could hear beads of sweat dropping to the ground with a loud ‘plop’. He hadn’t studied for his test, and now, he was slowly starting to regret it. He couldn’t think, his acute sense of hearing making it hard to focus. He was going to fail, he could already see the giant, red F on the page and Coach getting on his ass for not trying harder. He groaned internally, rubbing his face with his hand before looking up at the clock. Looking back down at his paper, he tried to recall Romeo and Juliet, but something caught his attention, an increased heartbeat. He visibly froze, listening closely before he jumped up, ignoring the look from Mason, his best friend, and their annoying teacher.

“Mr. Dunbar, where do you think you’re going?” He stopped near the door, throwing his head back with an eye roll. As much as he wanted to ignore the irritating voice, he really wanted to give him a piece of mind, so he turned slightly with a grunt leaving his lips.

“Someone needs me.” He leaned on the door frame, staring into the snake-like eyes of his teacher.

“Yes, well, your grades need you more than anyone right now.” Liam gritted his teeth, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands. “So, if you want to pass, I suggest you take a seat, and get back to work, because I will not hesitate to fail you this semester.”

He looked at his shoes before shaking his head with a bitter laugh. “Fail me then.” And with that, he turned and slammed the door shut, following the heartbeat that he needed to soothe.


Footsteps echoed down the hall and you looked up with puffy eyes, turning your head to look at the incoming person. Your heart soared when you saw Liam and you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. He took a seat beside you, taking your hand in his with a reassuring smile. You didn’t waste time sugarcoating anything.“This is getting way too hard, I just want to give up at this point.” He watched you, letting his eyes wander over your features. “How am I going to get through this? I can’t even make it an entire school day without breaking down or getting mad. We’re not even halfway through, how am I going to do this? How are we going to do this?”

Liam rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand, humming to calm you down. “I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I promise we will. We’ll get through this, and it will all be worth it.” He leaned over pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “In seven months, we’ll be parents!” He exclaimed, offering a soft smile. “Just hold on, and I promise, it will get better.”

tbh why do we hate on… any kintypes? as a coping mechanism, it hurts nobody. as a spiritual thing, it hurts nobody. in what way ever could a kintype be harmful. i understand discussions of the potential glorification of disability and abuse and whatever but… i can see no scenario where an nd person posting pictures of a character on the internet and saying “thinking of myself in a certain way makes me feel better” is going to hurt them or anyone they come into contact with.