but now i am somebody else

december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
When I’m up past midnight, I listen to the rhythm of the clock in my bedroom. You used to say it was too loud and I used to say that it reminded me of home. I begin to think about you and memories of us talking about everything we could think of, gasping for air because we didn’t want to waste a second together, on something silly like breathing. We found comfort in one another and shared our deepest secrets as if we were merely talking about the weather. I pass neighborhoods in the city now and I can’t help but remember how you used to make my face light up when you’d make up stories about the people living in those tiny neon houses. I see you everyday and I remember how we both used our phones to call one another each hour we were separated. When you thought you loved someone else, I pretended it was normal. When I thought I loved somebody else, you pretended it was okay. Yet here I am on my bedroom floor craving vodka even though I haven’t tasted it in months. I’m craving the embrace of my best friend and all I feel for you now is nothing but ache for a version of you that doesn’t exist. Near the end I tried to pretend that what you were saying was just a joke. I tried to convince myself that you didn’t mean it. But when I discovered that hatred had dug a crater in your heart and covered it with cement I knew you couldn’t change. I knew you wouldn’t. So I left. I leave a lot of people. They’re always heartbroken at first but they never know that I was always the one in more pain. You gave me your poison to drink and the pain of poison lasts longer than ignored words ever could. So every night that I stay up past midnight I’m reminded of you. How we both teleported to another world filled with hope and you broke it. You filled it with traps and I ran and I ran and you stood there not quite understanding why I ran even though the footsteps I left were covered with blood.
—  Anahita Gupta// 1:08am
Please continue to love me even if there are hundreds of walls built around me. Please continue to hold me even when I try to run away. Please continue to cherish me and remind me that I’m valuable. Please continue to stick by my side even if I act as if I’m in another world. Please continue to make memories with me for they remind me how lucky I am to have you. These memories will last forever and I never want to forget a single one of them. Please continue to put a smile on my face and make me laugh the way you do. Please continue to let me know that you’re hurting too, I want to be there for you forever and always. Please continue to accept all my personalities whether they’re dark, insane, or just plain ol’ happy. Please continue to be with me even if it may not last forever, all I need is right now. I know that I am not the ideal person to love, but I’m trying to be someone worthy of your heart. Never doubt my love for you because I love you so damn much. You really are my everything. This is a lot to ask, I know, but if you want to leave… know that I’ll be okay, I would never make you stay. I will fight for us but I will not force you to be with me. But above all else: please promise me that the moment I no longer make you smile, you will leave and find somebody else who makes you happy. Your happiness is what matters to me the most because isn’t that what love is? Placing one’s needs above your own?
—  Please promise me. // S.T
Aftermath [Ghost Fred Weasley x Reader]

Requests are OPEN!

I was very sad whilst writing this, it broke my heart because I realised how much I loved Fred’s character. I tried writing this one in a different style so you can see how their friendship progressed I guess. I hope you enjoy :)

Request: “Request for a fred, post war, ghost fic with the reader become friends with him years after the battle of Hogwarts?” - anon

day one

The quiet girl traveled to the Transfiguration Courtyard, her favourite part of Hogwarts Castle. Most people were too scared to travel through there, because it was the most haunted area of the castle- many deaths happened there during the Battle of Hogwarts, twenty years ago. Y/N loved this; she had taken an interest in the ghosts of Hogwarts castle, and she was friends with many of the younger ones who had sacrificed themselves for Harry Potter.

She shared a small conversation with Colin Creevy, and smiled at his observations of the new students of Hogwarts. She glanced around the courtyard, pointing to a tall man who was roaming around, quite a sad look on his face, unlike the other ghosts who roamed the courtyard.

“Colin, who’s that?” she asked, discretely pointing to the man. 

“That, Y/N, is Fred Weasley.”

day thirteen

Y/N made her way back to the courtyard, not seeing Colin sat in his usual place. A frown rested on her face for Colin wasn’t one to roam around.

“Looking for somebody?”

The sudden voice made the girl jump. She turned to see the man who Colin had said was Fred. She smiled.

“You’re Fred, aren’t you? Fred Weasley.”

“Yep, that’s me. Who are you?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Fred,” a large, genuine smile was on her face. Fred looked at her and sighed.

“What business do you have here?”

“Oh, I was just looking for Colin. I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

She left, and Fred became even sadder. The only real person he’d spoken to in over twenty years had just left. He hoped she came back.

day fourteen

“Freddie!” the quiet girl appeared behind the ghost of Fred. It made him a tiny bit happier, that she had returned despite his rudeness the day before.

“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Fred followed the girl to the bench and sat next to her. He noticed the puking pastilles in her pocket and he got a headache from it. His past, his wonderful, happy past.

“I just wanted to come here; it’s my favourite part of the castle, you know.”

“I didn’t know, that’s cool. Why is it your favourite place?” He was very intrigued as to why somebody would like the scary, haunted part more than anywhere else.

“I just think it has an interesting history. Many of the people who roam here died in the Second Wizarding War, and honestly I’m so thankful for everybody here. Imagine what it would have been like if that Voldemort had won.” A shudder fell down her spine, and Fred nodded. taking all of that in.

“It’s nothing you should concern yourself with. It happened a long time ago now.”

“Fred, I am sixteen in the summer. That means it only happened five years before I was born, it’s definitely something I should worry about.” But Fred was gone, she didn’t know why, but he had left.

day fifteen

“Back again, Y/N?” Fred chuckled as he saw the girl sat by herself on the bench. She nodded, an eager smile on her face. 

“Where did you go yesterday, Fred?” A sigh left his lips as he looked at the girl sat to his right.

“Just, talking about it all hurts. I left everything that night. I lost my mum and dad, I lost all my siblings, I lost my twin. George. He was amazing, I spent every second with him and I loved him to pieces.”

“I’m sure he says the same thing about you, Fred,” she smiled, placing a hand just above where his back would rest. She didn’t want to be rude and put her hand through the man, she she kept it where it was.

“Yeah, but his last memory of me was my death. I was there, you know, when they found me. I watched, and his screams and cries, all of their cries, it killed me.” He stared into the distance, and she looked closely at him. “I miss them so much, especially George. We both had it rough that year. He had his ear blown off, I died.” 

A sympathetic look spread across Y/N’s face. “I’m sure they miss you equally as much, Fred. You’re a good person. They must honour you, you died for such a good cause, because of your sacrifice, many other wizards and witches can live a long, happy life, not in fear. That’s because of you!”

“That doesn’t stop it hurting,Y/N. Besides, they’ve probably forgotten all about me now, it’s been twenty years.”

day thirty five

“Fred! I brought you a surprise! Sorry for not visiting lately, I’ve been preparing this for you, and it took me a lot of hard work!” she ran up to the ghost, a large smile spread across her face.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, confusion spreading across his face. She nodded her head over to the doorway, and there he saw George.

“George?” Fred’s ghost ran over to him, wrapping his transparent arms around his twin brother. Tears were spilling from George’s eyes as he was finally reunited with his twin brother.

“Hey, Freddie,” he whispered in a soft voice. “How have you been?”

“Lonely, Georgie. I have to say, the years have not been pleasant to you,” he grinned at his brother’s frown lines and his ginger mustache. George laughed, shaking his head.

“Twenty years you haven’t seen me and you insult me the second you greet me,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

Y/N smiled, watching the two brothers talk as she slowly stepped out of the courtyard. She skipped away and to her next lesson, a happy feeling inside of her as she knew she had done something amazing.

day forty

“Y/N! I can’t ever repay you for what you did the other day,” Fred wrapped his ghost arms around the girl, a huge smile on his face as he did. She had never seen him this happy.

“You don’t need to repay me, Freddie! It helped the both of you, and I’m so happy that I could make a small difference to the two of you. Besides, George told me a bit about you. Apparently, you were a bit of a troublemaker when you were at Hogwarts?” She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“Yeah, George and I used to love messing with people, especially Filch.”

“Then why are you lingering here? Let’s get messing with Filch! C’mon, I have an idea.”

day seventy five

Fred had waited for Y/N to turn up many days afterwards, yet she never came. He was confused as to what was keeping her, but decided not to press any further. He was curious, however, so he headed to the Y/H Common Room and hid well.

She walked in, arguing with a boy who looked like he was in a different year to herself. 

“You’re embarrassing to me! You have no friends and you sit with the ghosts at every opportunity you get! Don’t you understand what people are saying to me?” Fred understood, he was her brother.

“No offence, Greg, but I really don’t care. I’m friends with the ghosts, they’re more my kind of people. Everybody else here, they’re different to me.”

“They’re not people, Y/N! They’re ghosts!”

“They are people, Greg! You won’t keep me away from them any longer, I don’t care about how embarrassed you are of me! I’ll be writing to mum and dad.”

Fred left, he didn’t want to hear anymore. It annoyed him that her brother was like that to her.

day eighty

“Fred, hello,” it was the nighttime and he knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Hello stranger,” he grinned, ruffling her hair. She chuckled, tying it back into a hair tie. “How’ve you been?”

She rolled her eyes. “Terrible. My brother is such an arse.” Fred wanted to agree but didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

“What happened?”

She explained to him everything that he had said to her about the ghosts and how he had stopped her from coming to visit him, and that she had to sneak out to visit him. He was angry but also happy that she still found a way to come and find a way to see him.

day ninety

Fred was so happy that he finally found a friend. Y/N learned that Colin had been taken to the afterlife, he had found what he longed for and not even his ghost remained. He hated seeing her sad, because she was his best friend. 

day ninety nine

Fred was the happiest he had been in twenty years.

andy-quick  asked:

Hey! Could you do one where the reader is dating Tim and whenever she visits the manor, Damian clings to her because he has this huge crush on her and basically just Damian sneaking in between the Tim and reader's fluff? Thanks! Love ya! ✨

Hi, sorry for the long wait! I feel like I diverted a lot from what you wanted… but nevertheless, I hope you will enjoy this!

The moment Damian hears the front door open and Pennyworth’s voice greeting you, he casually gets off the sofa he had been laying on and walks out from the living room, just in time to see you. The smile on your face when you see him is very bright – he feels smug about it – and you pad towards him.

“Hello, Damian.” You wrap your arms around him and Damian smiles in to the hug before wrapping his own arms around you too. If this was somebody else, Damian would have hiss and scowl at them, before threatening to take off their hands permanently for even thinking about touching him. “How are you?”

Damian pulls away to answer your question. “To pass time I read a few books just now.” In other words, he had been bored while waiting for you to arrive. You knew Damian well enough to understand his roundabout way of telling you about his feelings honestly. You laugh warmly at that.

“Can you show me what you read? I finished the book you recommended a week ago and now I am itching to get another book.” You tell him excitedly – surprisingly (though by this point, you really should not be surprised by anything Tim’s family procures) Damian has some really good tastes in books.

Damian huffs his chest with pride and nods his head. “Of course – we should go to the library! Father managed to buy me a few more books too. I think you might quite enjoy the new readings as well.” You nod your head and glance at Alfred who is watching the exchanged with bemused eyes. You wave your hand at him and he nods his head at you. The two of you left for the library, with you forgetting the first reason you came to the manor.

That is how Tim finds you a good half an hour later. You were supposed to meet up with him so the two of you can spend some time together and then have hi-tea but when you did not come knocking on his door the moment you texted him you had arrived, that is when he knew something was up.

This lead to him leaving his bedroom to look for you. He had been about to go to the garden – because that is also one of the places you like to go to whenever you visit the manor – when Alfred had kindly led him to the library, keeping a small smile on his face when Tim finally realizes just who had taken away all of your attention.

The moment you spy him though, all of his worries, bubbling annoyance and little tinge of jealousy disappear because the smile on your face looks incredibly bright and there is just something about the way you look at him that made him extremely happy. “Tim!”

Damian shoots him a glare and Tim does his best to ignore the youngest Wayne and heads to his girlfriend instead. He presses a kiss at the top of your head before putting an arm around you, sneakily giving Damian a smirk. He can see Damian gritting his teeth before picking another book to give to you.

Your attention is immediately back on Damian. “Oh, I have heard great reviews about this one; are you sure it is alright for me to be borrowing this much?” You look away from the book Damian handed to you to the growing pile of books. You are so going to have your hands full for the upcoming weeks.

“Tt.” Damian nods his head affirmatively. “Of course – father would not mind and Drake certainly would not stop you from reading.” Damian looks at your boyfriend. “He knows how much you love to read.” He smirks knowing how he had just effectively cut short any possible interactions he would have with you.

This was probably one of the reasons why Tim and you got so well together. You were obsessed with reading books, books in general just as much as he is with his work and his technology.

You laugh. “Thank you, Damian; I will make sure to return all of them in one piece.” You tell him as you gather the books in to your arms. Tim, seeing how you are struggling with the amount of books, took a couple with him. “Thank you, Tim.” You press a kiss close to Tim’s mouth.

“Should we ask Alfred to make a few sandwiches and head to the gardens?” Tim asks you as he stare at you. You smile brightly and nod your head. “The weather is really good too. Come on.”

Damian huffs and crosses his arms quietly. He knows your time with him is coming to an end.

You turn to look at Damian and smile before ruffling his hair with your free hand. “Thank you for this, Damian! Come see me later before I leave yeah?” You tell him and when he smiles at you, you grin back at him happily. Damian is such an adorable little kid; really makes you miss your own little brothers.

Tim wraps his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, sticking his tongue out cheekily at Damian.

“Tim, love, stop aggravating Damian and let’s go.” You swat playfully at your boyfriend – it’s not like you were unaware of this weird rivalry the two of them have got going. You just choose to ignore it most of the time.

“Harvest Moon is boring! It’s not even a real game!”

Alright fam, listen up. I used to be obsessed with Harvest Moon. You remember that shit? Probably not, so let me fill you in. The goal of the game is essentially to maintain a farm (crops, animals, and all), make friends with the townspeople, compete and participate in local festivals, get married, and have kids. Sounds boring as shit, right? All of my guy friends thought so too, when I described it to them. We were only 14, so back then their response, as it was with everything, was to describe the premise of the game as “gay as fuck”.

It was me, one very persistent girl, versus three of them, but eventually they relented, and agreed to give Harvest Moon a try. Now, let me make a confession. Harvest Moon is my jam. I fucking love that game. I could spend days at a time playing it with snack and bathroom breaks only. In fact, if there is an alternative way to play Harvest Moon, then I am not aware of it. But it is boring as hell to watch somebody else play. I confess that after maybe twenty minutes or so of watching them play it, and listening to them making passive-aggressive comments about “When is this going to get more exciting?”, I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, after probably six hours of sleep, and they were still playing it. All of these 14-year-old boys are still sitting on my bed beside me, having stayed up the entire night obsessing over this game, arguing with each other over which girl to marry, what to name their dog, how many cabbages to plant, insulting each other’s suggestions and threatening to go out and buy their own copy of the game so they could do it right.

Anyway, the point of this post is not to judge a book by its cover. If somebody suggests a game to you, especially if it’s something that you care about, why not give it a try? You might be surprised.

anonymous asked:

I am a Christian who is in a relationship with a non christian. I prayed, i prayed for at least a year for god to end it if it is not his will for this relationship to continue in my life because he has a plan for me. Is this right? To continue waiting for him to end the relationship? Because I don't have the courage nor strength to even think about it.

YOU have to end it. You do. 

Dating without the goal of marriage is wrong and dangerous. And marrying an unbeliever goes against the Word of God. But it’s also a really bad idea.

Bad company corrupts good morals. What fellowship can light have with darkness? I’m not saying the other person is not a nice person, but I am saying that right now, somebody’s living in the kingdom of darkness, and someone else is in the kingdom a light. It’s going to be really difficult to fulfill the calling that God has on your life when you have someone who’s not on the same page as you.

And what about the kids! Mom is telling the children that daddy’s lost and on the way to eternal destruction, and daddy’s telling the kids that mommy believes in fairy tales?

What sort of marriage are you going to have if you disagree on the most important things in life?

Disagreements about religion are one of the top causes of divorce. It’s such a bad idea…

Smiths Songs For The Signs
  • Aries: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now// "In my life
  • why do I smile at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?"
  • Taurus: Reel Around The Fountain// "Fifteen minutes with you
  • well, I wouldn't say no."
  • Gemini: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out// "Take me out tonight, because I want to see people and I want to see life."
  • Cancer: I Know It's Over// "And I know it's over - still I cling, I don't know where else I can go."
  • Leo: How Soon Is Now// "I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does."
  • Virgo: What Difference Does It Make?// "For we have been through hell and high tide, I think I can rely on you and yet you start to recoil. "
  • Libra: This Charming Man// "Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy, who never knew his place."
  • Scorpio: Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me// "Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me. No hope - but no harm, just another false alarm."
  • Sagittarius: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side// "The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies a murderous desire for love."
  • Capricorn: Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want// "Haven't had a dream in a long time
  • see, the life I've had can make a good man bad."
  • Aquarius: Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before// "Nothing's changed. I still love you, oh, I still love you, only slightly, only slightly less, than I used to, my love."
  • Pisces: Asleep//"There is a better world. Well, there must be."

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— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— Nintendo Switch
— Reggie
— More Nintendo
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Kirby
— Did you know that I like pancakes?
— I should start to work out
— But I’m a lazy crap
— I also have a job with terrible work hours
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Sploon
— Xenoblade Chronicles 2
— Nintendo Switch
— But I need money for Switch
— So that’s why I have my job
— Are you still reading this?
— sinik
— u can stop now if you want to
— or not
— sonik
— I seriously need blogs to follow
— lots of blogs
— i also like music
— mostly instrumental music
— also videogame and movie soundtracks
— Kingdom Hearts III will release
— on November 30th 2018
— I have my sources trust me
— I also like Disney
— Forgot to tell that
— Big Hero 6 👌👌👌
— I have a labrador retriever
— His name is Pontiak
— He’s 4 years old and super nice
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— For real Sonic Mania is HYPE
— And Sonic Forces too
— I need my OC to get real
— The moon landing was fake
— I’m actually Neil Armstrong
— Also Elvis is alive
— Sonic Sonic Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Nintendo
— A little bit of Mega Man I guess I like too…
— Memes
— Cats
— Dogs
— But especially cats, remember that.
— my sister is hazzling me
— Cuz I said Wreck-it Ralph is a little slow
— but I love her anyway
— The Mario & Luigi games are hype
— Super Paper Mario has a better story than TTYD
— Also better music than TTYD
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Sora
— Roxas
— Music
— Videogame music
— How to train your dragon
— not the 2nd one
— It wasn’t as good as the first
— I seriously need a Nintendo Switch
— I saw a squirrel today
— It had light brown fur, almost red-like
— It was so cute! It was eating a nut
— I screamed “SQUIRREL!” when I saw it
— Like in the movie UP
— Are you still here?
— I’m pretty sure you have got an idea of what I like
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Don’t
— Autocorrect
— I dunno how “Sonic” became “Don’t”
— Maybe it’s fate telling me something
— Nah
— In that case fate can screw itself
— Sonic is BACK AND HYPE
— My fingers are tired
— I don’t know how much longer I will go on
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Super Mario Galaxy
— Rosalina
— Also I don’t like Rosalina nowadays
— They made her into fanservice material
— It’s disgusting really
— Rosalina was one of my favourite characters
— But not anymore
— Well she is still my favourite in SMG
— That game is ACE 👌
— Super Mario Odyssey looks dope tho
— Especially Bowser
— Super Smash Bros.
— I still need to play the MGS games
— I spoiled the main theme
— sorry….
— But Snake is handsome
— Nice dude
— Wanna play as him and stealth
— Sonic
— Donic
— Donic
— Sonic
— Cinos
— Sanik
— Melee
— No not Melee
— The Melee fans scare me
— Mario Kart is also good
— Splatoon
— Hey!!
— Do you think this is a joke?
— I still need lots of blogs to follow
— So don’t forget to like or reblog
— Otherwise I wouldn’t know about you
— I dunno what else I should talk about
— I could tell a joke, but that would be terrible
— I am bad at jokes
— Also we are doomed
— I had to get it out there
— Just look around yourself
— We will get nuked any day now
— Somebody gotta be real here
— I’m almost done
— Let’s write more saniks
— Sonic
— Sonik
— Sonikku
— Sanik
— danik
— sank
— dank
— memes
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— My favourite meme is We Are Number One
— I like swimming
— And skiing
— And sports in general
— Anyone wanna play some sports with me?
— I just sneezed
— It felt goooooooooood
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts
— Nintendo
— ^^
— Those are pretty much the real ones
— OH and Splatoon too
— I’m sure I missed something
— A game that takes place after Metroid Fusion
— We need Metroid 5!!!
— Spoilers ahead:
— Samus is freakin’ hunted!!
— By the United Federation
— I want a game where Samus is
— Fighting against the government
— That would be AWESOME
— Also please make Samus badass again
— She’s not just fanservice
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xeno
— Blade
— Shulk
— If you are still here
— Congrats
— You deserve a medal
— But I don’t have any
— I’m a cheap jerk
— But honestly good work
— When I was younger
— I used to roleplay as Sonic characters
— It was weird
— Atleast it helped me learn english
— Also what happened to Detective Pikachu?
— I honestly wanted that game
— It looked fun and weird
— I like those kind of games
— Do you think I should change me URL?
— And my pfp?
— I think so
— It’s pretty old and irrelevant
— But I want Detective Pikachu…
— Wanna see what happened
— Did they cancel it?
— That would be a shame if they did
— Almost done here
— Sorry
— I may have teased you for a little too long
— I’m pretty sure I will lose followers
— This post is gonna take forever to scroll down
— But I will take it
— I have already come this far
— And I will not just throw it away
— So…
— How have you been?
— I like your hair
— Did you go to the barber recently?
— Maybe you cut it yourself
— And and your shirt is 👌👌👌
— I have a shirt of my own that I like a lot
— I got it from the KH Orchestra On Tour
— It has Sora on it
— Super nice shirt really
— But your shirt really takes the cake
— Anyway
— I’m almost done here
— Only a few more lines
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonkc
— Tails
— Knuckles
— Amy Rose
— Shadow
— Rouge
— Dr. Eggman
— Dr. Robotnik
— Tikal
— Metal Sonic
— Cream the Rabbit
— Chao
— Espio
— Charmy
— Vector
— Silver
— Blaze
— Are there any more charact— EGGMAN NEGA
— He’s weird
— Also his name is just begging to be misused
— in inappropriate ways I mean
— I think you can imagine what I mean
— ALRIGHTY! Thank you for sticking around.
— It’s been a long ride
— I’m sorry it has to end
— But this is the start of something new
— I want to follow you!
— So
— Lastly before I go
— I have one last thing to say
— Sonic

& Knuckles

My love

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: You are a 7th year Gryffindor and having a good friendship with the Marauders. You know one of the four boys, Sirius Black like an annoying heartbreaker who plays with the girls in the school. You couldn’t help but fell in love with him, but never seen a chance for he’s feeling the same, so you tried to mask your emotions. But one day the truth emerges: he’s hiding his feelings for you too.

Words: 2677 (oh yes)

Warnings: swearing, Sirius is kind of an ass but a good one.


You were sitting on the couch in the common room and doing your potions essay with Lily and Remus, when you heard two laughing boys walk in trough the portrait.

“If you guys are as good as today, you will win the next quidditch mach against Slytherin!” Sirius told James who smiled at him full of confidence.

“Pads, there’s no ‘if’. We WILL definitely win the match, that’s a fact. Unless you break anyone’s heart who is in the team until Saturday.” He said as a broad hint with less joking in his voice.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to good.”  He responded, still smiling and the next moment he almost jumped on you while sat down on the couch at your left side.

“How’s studying going, my love?”

“For the last time, Black: do not call me ‘love’.” You said a little bit angry but still focused on writing and didn’t look at the boy. You’ve never called him “Sirius”; he was always “Black” to you.

“I didn’t call you ‘love’. I called you MY love which is a huge difference.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes, of course. Let me explain.” And even if you wanted to cut him off with a “shut up”, he continued speaking.

“Calling someone ‘love’ means you want her be interested in you as take her attention with names. ‘Love’ can be anyone who I or somebody else wants for a night. But ‘my love’ can be only one person. A person whom I AM very interested and consider her as the only one who I want, not just her attention.”

“Whoa, that was really beautiful, Black. Now, I’ll finish my essay.” You said still didn’t look at him, but just for hide the blush that was on your face.

“Okay, my love.”


“He’s working so hard, give him a chance!” Lily said when the three of you finished the essays and Remus went to the boys’ dormitory after James and Sirius.

“Uhm… Nope.”

“Why? He definitely likes you.”

“Lily, look…” You made her stop packing the parchments that were on the floor.

“I know you think, I don’t know why, that Black wants to be with me in that way. But he’s just teasing me. And it’s alright, I get used to it. But please don’t act like he wants more.”

“But he wants more! You just don’t want to accept it!” She said almost imploringly when you thought you heard enough and made your way to the great hall.

“Where do you go?” Lily shouted after you.

“I’m starving, come on!” She followed you and you sat down at the Gryffindor’s table next to James, Remus and Peter who were already there. You wanted to ask where Sirius was, but a voice in your head ordered you to stop thinking about him.

The truth was, even if you didn’t show, but you definitely had a huge crush on Sirius Black. But the fact he was kind of a heartbreaker of Hogwarts since your first year made everything hard. When you noticed you like the boy he already flirted with other girls and played with them. Once you heard two Ravenclaws talking about how they should speak to him and the next day you saw one of the mentioned girls, crying in the bathroom. You asked her what was wrong and she told you how Sirius stepped off that morning from her room after they spend the night together.

You didn’t want to be one of her one-night-girls and be as disappointed as these girls who wanted more from him but didn’t get the chance. You wanted more but not from this. You deserved better than him. At least, that was what you told yourself every time you were thinking about him.


“What’s up girls?” James set down next to you and Lily on Saturday morning and slapped on your back. “We’ve got amazing weather this day! This means we already have place of vantage since Slytherins get used to be in dark.” And he started to laugh on his own joke which made Lily growling.

“Could you just get off from your broom for a moment and be less asshole, Potter?” She yelled at him.

“Even your rude attitude won’t mess my happiness today, Evans. It’s a beautiful day and we will win the quidditch cup! I love you too, by the way.” He smiled at Lily who just growled again.

“What happened to you?” You asked, wondering what made James so happy because there was obviously something else than the match.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just glad for that perfect day that can’t be messed up.” And he ran away without eating anything.

You and Lily gave a confused look and finished your breakfast. After that you went to the pitch and you sat down on the Gryffindor’s stands when you saw two familiar people walking to the locker room. You saw James walking next to Jennifer who is one of the Chasers. She was crying, covering her eyes with her hands.

“And he left without saying a word! Without a freaking word, James!” She yelled at the boy whose morning smile hasn’t gone from his face.

“I’m sure he wants to surprise you with something. That’s why he left so early… he has to prepare it!” He smiled at Jennifer who seemed better from what she heard.

“Do you think so?”

“Of course! He’s a gentleman secretly. But he doesn’t show everyone this, just for the one who deserves it.” He winked at Jennifer whose eyes suddenly glinted. She made her way to the other girls in the team.

“I will kill him.” James growled with a serious face but when he noticed you and Lily, the happy morning smile came back. “Oh, hi girls! Are you ready to see an amazing Gryffindor winning?”

You could see relief on his face as he managed to comfort Jennifer.

“So, that’s why you were smiling like an idiot? You wanted to convince yourself about Black didn’t mess the match up at all with his usual asshole things?”

“Kind of. He told me last night he would spend the night with Jennifer and have some fun. He promised me he won’t step off, taking into consideration the match today and how Jenny would feels. Looks like I won’t believe him again.”

You felt sorry for Jennifer but you were happy at the same time about this didn’t happen to you. After James told you and Lily how he would kill Sirius in every detail, the match started so he went to the pitch.


“I will kill you!” James yelled at Sirius as they found him alone in the Gryffindor’s common room after the match.

“James, Gryffindor won, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Remus told him with a calm voice but James didn’t even look at him but at Sirius.

“I told you don’t play with my team! And what are you doing?”

“You know why I did that.”

“I don’t care ‘bout what kind of pathetic ways you want to hide or forget your tiny feelings for Y/N, but leave my team alone! You already fucked almost every girl in school and if you think this will distract you from the love what you feel for Y/N, you are fucking wrong, mate.” – And when he realized you are standing next to him, he added: “Perfect timing, talk to her!”

Without saying anything, James ran to the boys’ dormitory with Remus and Peter who looked like at Sirius as James did. Lily went with your roommates somewhere, giving you a small smile.

“Uhm…” Sirius started to talk but you cut him off.

“James said you loved me, this is true?”

“Yes.” He answered simply and you couldn’t believe your ears. Sirius Black is having feelings for you, he actually loves you. You just couldn’t believe this.

“Good joke.” You smiled and didn’t look at Sirius’ face that turned red in the last few minutes but now he got surprised.

“Sorry, what?”

“I don’t understand why James mixed me up in this. Your one-night-girls are none of my business and I definitely don’t want to be one of them.”

“That’s not what you think it is, Y/N. I mean, I want you to be mine but not just for one night.” He said so shyly, you almost didn’t hear what he said.

“And do you want me to believe this?” You asked him with skepticism in your voice. “Because it sounds like: ‘oh, I was in bed with almost every girl in the school, but I’m secretly in love with you by the way’. I knew you’re an asshole, Black, but this oversteps you. Do better pranks than play with me.”

You got more and more upset during talking to him. How dare he saying he loves you after what happened every year? He was flirting and teasing you since your first year and played with other girls at the same time. YOU fell in love with him and his handsome idiot face and you had to tolerate everything what he has done and he wants you to believe that this whole thing meant to be a stupid trying to hide his feelings for you? No way.

You wanted to say all of those things what were in your mind, but what you could say to him were only two words:

“Fuck you.” You made your way to the girls’ dormitory but Sirius gently grabbed your left arm.

“What I said, I mean it. Not pranking, not teasing, not playing… I do love you, Y/N.”

You licked your lips before answering.

“Then prove it, Black.” And you left him alone.


You opened your door in the morning to go to the great hall with your roommates when you saw a bunch of roses hovering in front of you.

“What the f…” The roses flew right into your hands and you noticed a tiny parchment tied on one of the roses’ stem.

“I know it’s a bit muggle cliché, but it is just the beginning, my love.”

The parchment didn’t need to be signed to know who send you them. You heard your roommates “oooh”s, especially Lily’s who told you already last night that Sirius will prove his love with all his might.

You went to the great hall with the girls. Every member of your house was there and having breakfast. You set down next to Sirius after saying “Good morning” to everyone and gave him a smile.

“Did you like them?” He asked hopefully, out of his ordinary sarcastic style.

“They are beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

You started to talk about daily things, laughed on the Slytherin’s Keeper who wasn’t able to defending almost fifty times the hoop, disgusted tomorrow’s lessons, and when the two of you finished your breakfast, Sirius cleared his throat and looked at you.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of spending the day with me?”

You couldn’t say no to him even if you remembered yourself what a dickhead he was.

So you spend the whole day together. He showed you the Marauder’s secret place in the Forbidden Forest and you were talking there all afternoon. You’ve never seen this side of Sirius before, maybe for a few times. He was so sweet and kind with you, didn’t say a rude word or tried to embarrass you with teasing.

You got to know each other; he told you about his family with their pure-blood mania and his annoying mother who, as Sirius said, counted the days about when she can throw his son out from the family house.

He brought food so you didn’t go back to the castle for dinner and you ate it at the Great Lake’s shore. He laid down a blanket on the ground and after eating, the two of you lay down next to each other. You felt perfectly as watching the setting sun with the man you loved and who, as it emerged, loves you back.  You nestled close to him and laid you head on his chest.

“Did I prove good enough?” He asked with a proud smile.

“Do you spend your whole day with other girls you want to get?”

“I’ve never did this before.”

“Then I can say your proving was perfect.”

He smiled at you and moved his head closer to yours but didn’t do more. He wanted your permission and that was the sweetest thing what he did this day.

“I love you, my love.”

“I love you too, Sirius.”

He looked happy for finally hear his first name from you. The next moment his soft lips met yours and he gave you a small but passionate kiss. After another hour at the shore, you went back to the castle and found your friends, James, Remus, Peter and Lily in the common room. When they saw the two of you are holding hands, the boys looked at Sirius with appreciative eyes and Lily let a loud and happy “Finally”.

“You owe me twenty galleons, Prongs.” Remus smiled at James who growled at him.

“Did you really make a bet about when I could ask her?” Sirius asked them.

“Nope, we made a bet about when she would accept your ask.”


One month left since your first “date”. Everything was perfect between you. Sirius stopped playing with other girls, god, he even refused to talk with them which made so many girls disappointed. They were jealous of you got Sirius without do anything for it. That’s pretty amused you by the way. So every time when you and Sirius were walking on the corridors, you grabbed his hand and gave him a small kiss just to make the girls who was around and secretly wanted to take Sirius from you angrier. Didn’t take long time for him to notice that you enjoy the situation, even if he thought his “fangirls”, as you called them, will make you uncomfortable or angry. So he gave you kisses too when girls who liked him were around to make them jealous and make you happy.  

At the weekend you went to Hogsmeade and walked to The Three Broomsticks hand in hand when Sirius suddenly stopped on the middle of the street.

“Sirius, what’s wrong?” You asked him because you saw something disturbing on his face.

“I’m sorry, I can’t keep it to myself no longer. I need to ask you something, something very important.”

“Then ask it.” His voice was so serious; you started to worry more but wanted to know what’s going on in his mind.

“Okay, uhm… We are basically together for a month now, but just in formal way, not the real one… And I know you don’t care much about it, but I do…” He stopped for a moment and looked into your eyes. “Because when I told you I don’t want just your attention but you completely, I mean it. I want you to be mine… Will you be my girlfriend?”

Happiness filled your whole body and with the biggest smile what have been ever on your face, you grabbed Sirius’ neck and hugged him strongly.

“Is it a yes?” He asked hopefully when he could get a little breath.

“A big yes.” You hugged him again and Sirius kissed your forehead with a huge smile.

The two of you felt yourselves the happiest people in the world that day and the rest of your life together.

I have these moments where I believe I wasn’t meant to be here. Moments where I intrude on somebody else’s life, or upset people just by asking a simple question or because if my presence in a room, and I wonder what their life would be like if I hadn’t shown up in it. I wouldn’t upset them just by being me; by being the burden that I am. I think that I was an accident that showed up by fluke - by fate making a mistake - and now I’m just here, intruding where I shouldn’t be, on everybody else’s life.

And for that, I can’t express how sorry I am.

—  A Page From The Hellish Book Called Life #68

-It is their ship. Some of us have ships that maybe somebody else doesn’t like. Now I’m not a big fan of those problematic, abusive, pedophilic, or incestuous ships at all. But I tend to keep my mouth shut about them so I don’t give myself a hard time or stress myself out. But I am here to say that Jashi is not a one of these ships and I have some evidence to prove it. Now some of you may think that these points prove nothing but hear me out.
-Jack’s age got screwed up with the time physics in this show and he’s still in his 20s except he has depression anxiety and other forms of being mentally unhealthy. I don’t think that should be made a reason why he may be older. Same with the reasons made about his tired bags and his beard. The man hasn’t gotten good rest and he definitely doesn’t care about the ragged looks he expresses. He might of lost some habits of self-care during traumatic stuff.
-I am pretty sure that bathing scene was heavily indicating that Ashi is also in her 20s. She definitely looks like she has physically matured. She seems to be tall and maybe and head shorter than Jack. Maybe those are inconsistencies but I don’t know. The dimensions and proportions of a person are sometimes a key indicator of their age. But she is definitely not a minor.
-I don’t see what this whole power imbalance thing is about. Mental power imbalance? They both seem mentally unhealthy and been through lots of trauma. Physical power imbalance? Jack may have defeated Ashi and her sisters but Ashi is still a pretty strong woman. She wrecked an entire army! And defeated her mother.. Anyways they seem about equal. It’s not always going to be at perfect equilibrium all the time!
-Headcanons. I fully respect the headcanons for Jack! I like the whole mentor-student/father-daughter aspect. I love the asexual Jack (I’m aroace and I like the little trend there). The gay Jack. All of them. But I don’t really like it when people start going too far with their headcanons and telling the shippers that they are wrong because they don’t use those head canons (This can all be in harmony). Also note on the asexual Jack headcanon: Just because he’s ace, doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of having a relationship in the romance spectrum. Unless he’s also aro of course.
-The Chemistry. I don’t really see some bad mojo here (abuse). Ashi may have wanted to kill Jack at the beginning, but her previous beliefs have misguided her and she has changed after learning some stuff from Jack. They genuinely care about each other, whether they are romantic or platonic notions. Ashi chased after Jack to stop him from committing Seppuku. Jack ran over to an unconscious, battle-worn Ashi wondering if she was alright. There’s some other minor things, but those seemed to really stick out. Let’s not forget there’s been some indication that in each other’s company, they have experienced mental healing. For example, Jack’s hallucinations seemed to lessen or be extinguished when Ashi was near. They can keep each other’s minds occupied! It’s good to have some human companionship to help cope with mental pain.
-Incest. Now I’m not too sure where that’s coming from. But I don’t think Jack is Ashi’s biological father. From what I’ve seen from that weird scene where Ashi slipped out of the metal claw restraints and Ashi’s mother showing that her fingers shapeshift into claws, Ashi has to be related to her mother of course. But I think she’s related to Aku! Now that’s just a theory. Maybe that weird charred skin suit has some magical evil Aku element to it? Anyways, I don’t know how Jack, in the right mind, can slip by into some Jack-slayer cult and hit up one of the women without reconsidering it. It’s slightly possible but highly unlikely and out of character for Jack.

This is all I really have to say about this topic but thank you for tuning into my rant… Please keep the replies and reblogs chill. Present your opinions with peace, kindness and understanding of counterclaims.

Before you came into my life, I was just an empty shell. I went through days without feeling and believing that I deserve happiness. But when I met you, when our eyes connected, I felt something different. The truth is you made me a better person. You made me believe in myself. You taught me how to love. I am able to feel, love, and just be myself because you loved me when I couldn’t find the reason to do so. Even though it didn’t work between us and you now have somebody else, just know that you are my everlasting first love.
sentence prompts ➝ the perks of being a wallflower
  • ❛ We accept the love we think we deserve. ❜
  • ❛ So, this is my life. ❜
  • ❛ I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be. ❜
  • ❛ Things change. And friends leave. ❜
  • ❛ Life doesn’t stop for anybody. ❜
  • ❛ And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. ❜
  • ❛ I would die for you. But I won’t live for you. ❜
  • ❛ I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. ❜
  • ❛ Even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. ❜
  • ❛ And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. ❜
  • ❛ I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. ❜
  • ❛ It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. ❜
  • ❛ That’s why I’m trying not to think. ❜
  • ❛ I just want it all to stop spinning. ❜
  • ❛ This moment will just be another story someday. ❜
  • ❛ Enjoy it. Because it’s happening. ❜
  • ❛ And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. ❜
  • ❛ And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. ❜
  • ❛ It’s just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can’t do anything except ‘be there.’ ❜
  • ❛ Standing on the fringes of life… offers a unique perspective. ❜
  • ❛ If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. ❜
  • ❛ I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren’t memories. ❜
  • ❛ People who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don’t, nothing will work out the way they want. ❜
I was always so impressionable when it came to you.
I was like a blank piece of paper you could write yourself on, or the perfect little origami square that would fold to the will of your hands, twisting myself inside out to become whatever pleased you.
But now you’re gone and the words can’t be erased, the creases won’t come out and I feel torn up and thrown away… I am a paper crane with no wings, a poem with no ending… the discarded story you never cared to finish.
And that was where I made my mistake because I was not created for you; I was born to create something of myself and I am learning that you should never let somebody else become the main character in your story because when they leave, everything stops. I exist in this world to write my own story… to shape my own destiny.
It’s the unexpected plot twist I never saw coming – it’s not all about you… my life is about me. So I’ll gather my torn and tattered pieces and become something new… The past can’t be erased and I will never be a blank slate again, but I’m beginning to see that as a good thing because for better or worse my past has shaped me… it has made me who I am.
You will always be the pivotal character in a chapter of my life that hurt to close, but it made way for something beautiful because where it goes from here is up to me… I may have been your impressionable piece of paper once, but now I hold the pen…
and I’m writing my own happy ending
—  Ranata Suzuki | The end is not yet written

anonymous asked:

what does love feel like to you? how many times have you been in love? how is your love now different from past loves?

love feels like waking up to that gentle blue before the sunrise and feeling hazy, not totally knowing where you are or what is troubling you, and then falling back asleep. except with love you don’t fall back asleep and you just feel like that pretty much all of the time. even when life throws some stuff at you, when that person comes to you or calls you you dip a little back into that hazy feeling. it brings you a rose colored life. i was in love when i was 17 for a few years and now with somebody else. i’ve felt the beginnings of falling in love for people but i think i was just infatuated, it wasn’t love. it never grew to that. there are a lot of things that are different with this love than my past love. all loves will feel different. i don’t want to get into the differences because it’s personal but this is better. so much better. i feel like i am with the person i need to be with right now. it’s been five months since things started with us and i still find myself being amazed by how he treats me. i love him !!! i’m in love. he’s the warmest thing in my life. such a beautiful and kind and funny and talented person. 

How Soon Is Now?
How Soon Is Now?

I am the son and the heir,
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
I am the son and heir,
Of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth!
How can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am a human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.

I am the son and the heir,
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
I am the son and heir,
Of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth!
How can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am a human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.

There’s a club, if you’d like to go,
You could meet somebody who really loves you.
So you go, and you stand on your own and,
You leave on your own and you go home,
And you cry and you want to die.

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”, When exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long and all my hope is gone.

You shut your mouth!
How can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.

anonymous asked:

*sneaks in and whispers* What if Nagito sang meant to be yours from Heathers? What about a Danganronpa Heathers crossover? I VOLUNTEER HAJIME AS VERONICA BC HE SASSY. And as sad as it is I think that Kazuichi would be Martha- HELP ME CREATE THIS

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

You, anon, have just made my motherfucking day.

Meant to be yours is actually my favourite song from heathers and I can do a mean soprano cover. I have to admit I always pictured Sayaka as Veronica and Mukuro as JD (they’re one of my all time otps don’t judge), but Nagito is absolutely amazing as JD.

Kazuichi as Martha is going to break my fucking heart. Btw, since I refuse to change any costumes, shark boy will be wearing a big fluffy sweater throughout the show. Just imagine him smiling and saying: “I’m a sucker for a happy ending!” My heart boi.

I don’t really know who would be Ram and Kurt, since Ram needs to be somebody Kazuichi would plausibly have a crush on and Sonia does not suit Ram whatsoever. I would say Gundham but he’s too much of an outsider. Hmm… maybe Leon? Yeah, Leon would be good. And then Kurt can be Hagakure.

Just imagine Leon and Hagakure being pissed out of their minds trying to drunkenly serenade Hajime. Or Leon shouting “I haTE FRESHMEN! WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE PRICKS?!” Or Hagakure being like “KAZUICHI BLOW-DA! WIDE LOAD!” And fucking bitch slapping Kazuichi’s lunch tray onto the floor.

Ok, now for the Heathers. Obviously, Heather.C aka mythic bitch is going to be Junko. Obviously. Fucking power bitch, intimidating, looks good in everything, can destroy your social life, demon queen of highschool. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,”

Heather.D would be Celeste. Like, I know Celeste isn’t known for being pushed around but I feel like she would if it put her in a good position, power-wise. Like she would tolerate Junko controlling her if it meant she could control the rest of the school. Plus, she would swoop in for that monokuma scrunchie with no remorse as soon as Junko hit the bricks. The shine a light reprise fits her so well, just imagine her singing it while leading a group of teenagers in bitchy choreography.

I am torn with Heather.M. Between Sonia and Sayaka. I think I’m leaning more towards Sonia though purely because she’s blonde. And while Sonia is in no means a doormat, or dumb, I feel like she is more willing to be submissive towards her peers. Plus, Sayaka would try to kill somebody else before she tried to kill herself. But Sonia singing lifeboat makes me feel so sad. So sad, you guys.

Ok, now on to minor characters. Miss Fleming would be a human version of Monomi. She has good intentions but kind of fails to see and understand the big picture. Veronica’s parents: Sakura and Asahina. Kurt and Ram’s dads: Ishimaru and Mondo. The two cops are Kirigiri and Chiaki.

Hajime as Veronica though. HAJIME AS VERONICA THOUGH. He still wears the fucking skirt and rocks it. Him being a lovestruck dummy singing fight for me. Him in dead girl walking being sassy and sexy as fuck, rip Nagito. Him being 100% done in blue. Drunk Hajime in big fun. Hajime being caring and gentle in seventeen, dancing with Nagito like it’s the end of the world. Him being scared out of his mind during our love is god and yo girl. Him being a FUCKING BADASS in dead girl walking reprise.

And Nagito. Does this mean he’s NK then? Well, anyway, instead of slushies he is addicted to bagels. Fuck you, I’m bringing hope bagels back, shout out to my homeboy NicoB. Nagito singing meant to be yours would be fucking spectacular. Nagito singing I am damaged breaks my heart. Nagito just loving Hajime so much but being so damaged that he doesn’t know how to love somebody.

This au simultaneously makes me want to smile and cry.

~Mod Yoyo

Attention Kylo Ren/Reylo Shippers...

Could anyone in our talented fandom who is good with YouTube make a video of Kylo Ren using The Smith’s song How Soon is Now? The lyrics are SO him that it’s scary.

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I like the thought of Dex taking some minority studies courses for a breadth requirement or because Shitty said it was “fuckin’ fundamental, brah” or whatever, and even if he was the loud annoying stick-in-the-mud everyone else in the class hated, somebody whose job it was to teach him about racism actually pounds the basics into his head. They have peer-reviewed studies and he has to confront the data and come to a better understanding of things and actually become, you know, fucking educated the way college is supposed to make you.