but not that much mystery

anonymous asked:

So, you don't feel in tune with the tree? Huh. Interesting. Does it maybe have something to do with your... past? I'm sorry if this is an insensitive question

“It wasn’t that long ago, but I don’t remember how it feels to be connected to the tree anymore…I wonder if other Illuminated Grass types feel this way too…or am I the only one…?”

Never Be Like You

Draco Malfoy X Reader
Word Count (excluding lyrics): 912 

A/N: Aspired by Never Be Like You by Flume. 
Please read below,
I’ve requested this fanfic from @slythrjns, and they did a wonderful job with it here (Thanks again!), please do check it out! 

I had a different take on it with the meaning of the song, so I thought I’d give it a try. 
Hope you enjoy! 


What I would do to take away

This fear of being loved, allegiance to the pain

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He took a sip of water, trying to wash away the discomfort gnawing in his throat. Being the Slytherin Prince, everyone was trying to win his attention. Yet, his eyes kept darting back to the one person who always did have it. He drank her form in greedily and yet sorrowfully; (h/c) locks draping perfectly around her face, (e/c) that hide so much mystery behind them, that contentful smile that never asks for more than enough.

I would give anything to change

This fickle minded heart that loves fake shiny things

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It was honestly his fault, even if she doesn’t agree. He had an image to uphold; one worthy of the Malfoy family, one worthy of the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’. She understood that. So when he allowed random females to flock around him, her eyes shined in understanding despite all the insecurity swallowing her whole. So when he had to ask Parkinson to the Yule Ball instead of her, she bit her tongue and forced herself to curve her lips as she watched them dance. So when he didn’t do anything to stop a pureblood bimbo from kissing him, on the lips, she took in a shaky breath, blinked away the salty tears, and left.

How do I make you want to stay

Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It’s a miracle she stayed with him that long, with all the hassle of sneaking around they had to go through just to embrace each other for a few minutes. He knew the attraction was undeniable, even after the heartbreak he knew he could still make her whole world shake. He loved her, so of course he could see it in her eyes when she stared into space from the (y/h) table, food barely filling her stomach. And maybe it’s better that she left… he thought as his eyes travelled down to his left arm, sheltered by the black suit he now constantly wears. He didn’t know which hurt him more; the wretched mark forever etched on his skin, or the absence of your warmth close to his. Nevertheless, he now has his duty to accomplish, and no one can make him stray away from it.

Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn’t care why

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He was on his way to the Room of Requirements, hair tousled and heart drumming inside. He expected Anxiety to wrap her fingers around his and guide him to his task, but what he did not expect was Grief to appear and twist his head to the other side of the hallway. A sharp yet shaky intake of breath he took, as his eyes glazed over the two familiar figures not too far from him. “I can’t do it George, I can’t forget about him…” and it took him all his might to not crumble right there and then upon hearing the brittle tone in her melodious voice. “Shh… I know, I know (y/n), but let me help you.” He stuck around for a bit, eyes uncontrollably blinking, mouth opened and gasping for air, knuckles clenched in pure whiteness as he heard her pleading “Yes” upon the Weasley’s proposal. At least you’re in safe hands.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

Never be like you

The evening his job was completed, he locked himself in his room. He shouldn’t be so shaken up about it, he’s a Malfoy, it’s in his blood, but he knew no matter how much he tried, he is incapable of becoming the atrocious and ruthless monster that is his father. He couldn’t sleep, because if he dared close his eyes, total darkness will engulf his vision. And no, it’s not the pleading look of his former Headmaster that haunts him, it’s his brain creating scenarios of how things could’ve been if he had allowed the wise man to help. Instead, he shuffled through the items in his closet and brought out an old, small photo of him and her. That night, all he did was search for possible answers on how he became so infatuated with her.

I’m falling on my knees

Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool

I’m begging darling please

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you

He sees her again, and despite how battered and dirty she looked, the halo above her head and wings behind her back still remained. He hears the Dark Lord reveal the death of the Boy who Lived with glee, yet the confidence in her eyes never dull. He didn’t want her to die, but he didn’t want to see her give in and join the side that reeks of cynicism. So he opted to keep quiet. He didn’t want to admit defeat either, but when their eyes clash as he bit his trembling lips when he hears his mother’s soft voice calling out to him, his eyes water in defeat upon seeing hers flicker with disappointment. And it must be the worst time for him to realise, but right there and then, the sky cleared up and opened the gateway to his answer.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

As he stood beside his mother, he tried hard to suppress the smile threatening to outshine the melancholy on his face. He loves her because she is everything he aspires to be. She is kind, bold and brilliant. She follows her own dreams and goals without letting anyone disrupt her. She does not play by the rules given, she rewrites them for her own benefit. She stands her ground even if she has reached a dead end. She is everything he cannot strive to be. And he will always love her for it. So if she could feel free and alive on the other side, where his hands will never be able to reach hers, so be it… because unlike him, a bird stuck in a cage for show, she is a bird that will fly to the ends of the sky.

Never be like you

anonymous asked:

ok but was that letter in the last panel jimin's confession to rm??? or something else entirely-i love that we have so many mysteries i still need to know why jin was naked in rm's bed god this is so well done

😶 not quite ! but it is something jimin holds dear and has popped up before in a post ~ and thank you so much!!! ive always wanted to try a mystery within a mystery story type of thing- the detectives aint jin or tae its u guys 👍👍

connla is The manic pixie dream boy in high school. transferred in a week after classes started. dresses slightly emo but not so much that he looks unapproachable rather than mysterious & aloof. has a sports legend for a tragically absent father. only kid in the entire damn school without acne or greasy hair or anything bc the one thing his dad ever did for him was pass on some flawless genetics. well liked by teachers & students alike and gets good grades but is humble about it. kids in his year brag to each other about bringing up the courage to ask him out and form support groups to deal with the rejection. they pause their conversation and start whispering to each other when connla walks past their table during lunch. connla is completely unaware of his own popularity and convinced 90% of people being nice to him either have an ulterior motive or are taking pity on him. he asks mordred if they’re making fun of him. mordred throws an arm over connla’s shoulder and says that obviously they’re talking about her good looks. mordred’s face is currently more acne than skin and she has to wear one of those braces that go outside your mouth and the only reason she’s not relentlessly bullied for it is because her knuckles still have scabs on them from getting the front tooth of the first person to make fun of her stuck in them.

anonymous asked:

Why can't Alyn be on the basketball team!?( I was reading old asks and it said he wanted to play basketball but couldn't)

He has an after school job that conflicts with a practice schedule. Plus, everyone doesn’t like him bc he’s kind of scary and there are lots of rumors bc his past is a mystery and alyn wants to spend as much of his life as he can out of that school

Tropes that are totally overused and cheesy that I can’t get enough of:

-everyone, even all the nameless crowd people, pulling together to overcome huge, seemingly impossible to fight threat, forgetting all their past conflicts to achieve one common goal while epic music plays in the background

anonymous asked:

Why are there still so many people who believe that cheetahs are the fastest animals alive when it's clearly peregrine falcons?

Listen, it’s all in how you’re going to split hairs or various other integuments on this one. Without any qualifiers, peregrine falcons are the fastest animal. However, they hit their record speeds of 320km/hr+ in free-fall - so, once you start getting into “fastest animal moving under it’s own power”, things get messy. When it comes to powered flight, peregrines only hit about 65-90km/hr.

Cheetahs aren’t even a close second in the unqualified “fastest animals” category though, with their speeds of ~120km/hr; a whole slew of other speedy birds who enjoy plummeting to their deaths just haphazardly smashed their way in there with no regard for those poor earth-bound mammals

So let’s get into some qualifiers. Fastest self-powered movement? Nope; Brazilian free-tailed bats noodle around at a casual 160km/hr - and, as you may notice, this also means cheetahs aren’t even the fastest mammal. It’s only once we rule out everything that isn’t a terrestrial mammal that cheetahs finally take the crown. You tried, cheetahs.

This isn’t even going into speed options beyond our restrictive, human-sized measurements - for instance, in terms of objective body lengths per second the Southern California mite just absolutely crushes it with 322 body lengths per second (whereas cheetahs only score at about 16). To translate, this is the equivalent of a human running 2,092km/hr

Okay but can we like

Can we just talk about how much of an absolute SWEETHEART Arthur is?

The dude goes through however many sleepless nights to find a friend that he might not even know is dead.

He comforts another friend when he doesn’t have to, even if he’s scared to the point of having traumatic flashbacks of said friend

He does everything he can to make sure his friends are safe even at the cost of his own health

Just…….Arthur bby. You are too good for this world