but then i remembered that hes alive now

anonymous asked:

Are Yoongi and Namjoon really best friends?

uuuummmMMMM GIRL GET READY TO BE SAVED BY THE ONLY FRIENDSHIP THAT COULD TOP YALL’S VMIN. imma hit u up with a bullet list

  • they were the first members of bts and were trainees together for a long time… they starved and composed tirelessly together
  • “6 year team” 
  • working together for years… fighting at first because life was so fucking hard and then coming to love each other so much
  • “ayo suga” LITERALLY ALL OF NAMJOON’S RAP IN “MOVE”
  • WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT OF WRITING SONGS FOR EACH OTHER!!! SPRING DAY IS LITERALLY WRITTEN BY NAMGI FOR NAMGI
  • ((CRYING LOUDLY)) 
  • yoongi getting namjoon a ring… which joon swears he will wear for a long time…
  • I AINT KIDDING BITCH HES FAITHFUL
  • speaking of gifts MIN YOONGI TAKING CARE OF HIS FORGETFUL JOONIE AND QUIETLY BUYING HIS A NEW WALLET AFTER HE LOSES IT ((thAT LITTLE SMILE WHEN HE’S BEEN OUTED FOR BEING A SOFTIE))

Originally posted by agustdefsoul

  • namjoon and yoongi supporting each other and cheering each other on??? always?? the most supportive?? boyfriends best friends for fucking life??????
  • yoongi cheering namjoon on excitedly when he performed with MFBTY “NAMJOON-AH” on his daMN TIPPY TOES TOO ((if you still alive you WRONG!! this shit the CUTEST))
  • namjoon with that “you got this” waist swipe during cypher??? girl kms
  • talking about how cute yoongi is in his 21st Century Girls part LIKE THIS!! YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER!!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Originally posted by suga-mon

  • OR LIKE THEM CRYING TOGETHER BEFORE RELEASING WINGS BC THEY REMEMBERED BEING POOR AND LIVING TOGETHER AND HAVING NOTHING AND NOW THEY’RE FUCKING FAMOUS
  • AND THEN HUGGING EACH OTHER AND CRYING AFTER THE DAESUNG AWARD??!!!

Originally posted by suga-mon

  • and then.. the most important moment of my life… “i love you min yoongi” 
  • shit changed me
  • i had 2 be hospitalized for a whole year im still not out tf

Originally posted by suga-mon


so yes girl!!! they’re best friends. fuck they probably in love too.

thank u for the ask i got to let my sugamon freak fly

Stuff My Mom Has Told Me During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: "Why do they start out with the end? Spoilers!"
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: "How is telling someone you stalked and punched them a sure way to make friends?"
  • "Mom..."
  • "Who's the random French dude?"
  • "Lafayette."
  • "Where did he come from?"
  • "France, mom."
  • "Is this man having sex with horses?"
  • My Shot: "Didn't that guy sing this on Jimmy? The lyrics were different..."
  • The Story of Tonight: "I would not have told you about nights like that..."
  • The Schuyler Sisters: "That poor Peggy...she sounds adorable."
  • Farmer Refuted: "I have no clue what's being said..."
  • You'll Be Back: "Does this apply to what's going on now?"
  • Right Hand Man: "BURR JUST GOT REJECTED!"
  • A Winter's Ball: "With the ladies? Didn't you say he liked John?"
  • Helpless: "Girl this is gonna end bad for you..."
  • Satisfied: "How do you forget your name then - BAM! - now you remember?"
  • TSOT (Reprise): "They're cute when they're drunk."
  • Wait For It: "Wait - is everyone having an affair? You said Alex does right?"
  • "Mom just listen..."
  • "What does this have to do about Georgia?"
  • Stay Alive: "Did they eat horses asses?!"
  • Ten Duel Commandments: "How is General Lee here? Why do they hate him?"
  • "That's Charles Lee...you're thinking of Robert E. Lee."
  • "Oh."
  • Meet Me Inside: "Alexander you gonna get grounded!"
  • That Would Be Enough: "A little Hamilton sounds like a bad idea..."
  • Guns and Ships: "Damn he's fast."
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: "That's some deep shit..."
  • Battle of Yorktown: "I LIKE THIS ONE!"
  • "Mom please - "
  • "THEY WON!"
  • "I know they did mom."
  • What Comes Next: "Wait did he - oh my God. 'Awesome. Wow.' That's how I feel when your father talks about sports."
  • Dear Theodosia: "That's an awful name..."
  • "Mom!"
  • John Laurens Interlude (i had to): "Wait...what?"
  • Non-Stop: "How do you go from something so sad to this?! What the hell?!"
Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
  • “Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die!”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”
  • “I think I can handle it.”
  • “Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.”
  • “Don’t worry! Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you! You’re gonna be fine, I won’t let him hurt you.”
  • “I need something of yours. How ‘bout your eyes?”
  • “We gotta get out of here! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “No more killing. It has to stop!”
  • “You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
  • “Guys, don’t take that food! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “Fight ‘em! C’mon!”
  • “Smile so we can make a good impression.”
  • “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy”
  • “I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
  • “Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally traumatized?”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “Leave before it gets dark.”
  • “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”
  • “Cut off a wolf’s head and it still has the power to bite.”
  • “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.”
  • “I had no idea that my rage could drive me to kill.”
  • “These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.” 
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Please! You must stop!”
  • “Well, well, well… hello kitty.”
    “You can’t be busy - you’re five!”
  • “So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “ I have really had enough of your incredible stupidity.”
  • “Lamebrain! They made an escape! Now step on it!”
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you.”
  • “It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”
  • “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!”
  • “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”
  • “He said Mom was ugly, now go get him!”
  • “Kill him and you’ll be famous.”
  • “I’ve seen him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
  • “S/He’s alive. There goes that dream.”
  • “That was the night I died.”
  • “I’d rather be a pig than a fascist.”
  • “You don’t remember your name?”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I just want to help you.”
  • “Poor kids. I’ll really miss them.”
  • “I don’t fight for honor. I fight for a paycheck.”
  • “ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel!”
  • “She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn’t, so then, as usual, I ran away.”
  • “You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day”
  • “She never woke up again.”
  • “You blubber heads! I’m not runnin’ a luxury cruise! Now get to work!”
  • “Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad?”
  • “Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
  • “This is our little secret. You tell anyone and I’ll rip your mouth off.”
  • “I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • “If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.”
  • “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”
  • “There’s a demon inside you.”
  • “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got four-wheel drive.”
  • “This is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon it will kill me!”
  • “Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”
  • “Everyone fears their own mortality.”
  • “Play with me or I’ll break your arm!”
  • “I gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.”
  • “Wait give us a minute! This is clearly harassment.”
  • “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”
  • “There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.”
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?”
  • “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 
  • “One thing you can always count on is that hearts change.”
  • “Tell me while you’re still alive!”
  • “This is a tomb for the both of us.”
  • “If nobody comes in, I’m gonna have to eat pancakes forever and be fat, fat, fat! And what am I supposed to do about that?”
  • “Even if you were a woman, you’d still be an idiot!”
  • “What do you say we give 'em a little demonstration of how fast we can run, huh?”
  • “HAM!”

He was great. We shared many great moments. Our physical connection was never in question. He kissed me within an hour of meeting me and I let him. I thought that it could be a great story that we tell other people one day, not knowing that maybe moving too fast doomed us from the start. Our emotional connection, on the other hand, is something that I always questioned. The only time he allowed me a glimpse into his heart is at three in the morning, when we would talk all night, not needing sleep, only each other, even though he has to be up at eight for work. I feel him smiling against my face. His heart beating against my chest. His thumbs caressing my fingers. His hand rubbing my bare back. These are the little moments that I will keep close to me. These are the moments before everything good about us slipped away.


He was charming and confident and he created an environment where I felt safe to grow. He taught me many things about life and I will always care for him in that sense. And although my relationship with him was exhilarating, there was a dark and twisted side that was always lurking.He was able to flash a smile at me and charmed me into changing my morals for him. To the point where I slid down the door, holding onto my chest, the part where the heart is, and questioned if I am still me. He was able to use his confidence to make me feel small and less than him, to the point where I made excuses to my friends for the ways he treated me. He used my need to feel alive to suck the innocence and what little naivety I had left.


And the more nights we spent together, the colder I felt. The more he withdraw, the more I needed his warmth. It was a sick relationship based on my fear of spending my nights alone and his fear of commitment and missing out on everything life has to offer did not make things easier. 


Of course it hurts to see things changed. Of course it hurts to remember all of the tender moments we had. And of course, my heart breaks every time I compare the beginning to now. I will never understand how someone wakes up one day and decides that they don’t care anymore. He used to pull me closer to him during the middle of the night to kiss my forehead. Now all he does is cowered me into the corner and throw words at me, that he claims he does not mean the next day. And I hate myself for never having the strength to leave him in that moment. So I lay down in the same bed next to him, facing the opposite direction, leaving inches between us. And I hate myself for still wanting his arms around me.

—  He trapped me in the environment he created and it took me a while to find my way out of the maze. And sometimes, I wonder if I am really out.
Castaway

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: 18+ (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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Let’s take a moment to appreciate how much fucking LOVE there is in Star Wars and how fast it happens but how REAL it feels, how PRECIOUS it is

So I’m a very, very shippy person, and I ship a lot of stuff in Star Wars hard but I want to take a moment to appreciate how friendships form in these amazing movies. 

Let’s start with a New Hope. 

Here is Han Solo. 

All he wants is to be a grumpy smuggler with one trustworthy, hairy friend and no debts and no worries. 

Is that so much to ask?

Hahaha, yes, sir. Yes it is.

Because here is this goddamn FARM kid who is naive and idealistic and believes SO HARD in doing the right thing and is so disappointed in how jaded Han is

and also this sassy, rude, intelligent BRAT of a princess who has lost everything but still believe so much in their pointless rebellion and she’s also so very disappointed in how jaded he is

and he wants so much to just walk away, but he CAN’T because even though he’s known them for A DAY they are in his head and they’re in his heart, and fuck it, he comes back and helps them save the day (and so many days after) and they are SO HAPPY

BEAUTIFUL. FREAKIN BEAUTIFUL. 

Then there’s FORCE AWAKENS. 

Where we have this guy who about to get executed, but at the last minute he’s saved by a guy who desperately wants to escape, because he doesn’t want to be a weapon. He’s dressed like the enemy, but he says it’s a rescue.

And even though Poe has suffered so much torture at the hands of these people he’s just like OKAY I TRUST YOU LET’S FUCKING DO THIS

and then they’re escaping he realizes those bastards never even gave his savior a NAME and he’s like:

THAT IS SOME BULLSHIT, YOU DO HAVE A NAME, IT IS FINN. I AM NAMING YOU FINN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY. THAT COOL? 

And Finn is like YES, YES IT IS. 

But then it’s NOT cool because things go wrong and he tries really hard to save Poe but there IS no Poe and all there is a jacket, but he takes it, because even though it was so brief, they had this CONNECTION , and he wants to remember this brave man who gave him a name and got him OUT of hell

But then, OMG.

THERE IS POE. 

THERE IS FINN.

HE IS ALIVE!!! HE’S HERE!  

AND IT’S TIME TO SHAMELESSLY RUN ACROSS A CROWDED BASE AND LEAP INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS BECAUSE WTF WE ARE BOTH ALIVE AND WE’VE FOUND EACH OTHER AGAIN, aND YOU COMPLETED MY MISSION! 


YOU ARE A GOOD MAN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY.

HAVE MY JACKET AND MY HEART (oh fuck I did a shipping thing sorry I’ll stop now)

SO PURE. 

Now.

Let’s go back to that grumpy smuggler. 

Sadly because of reasons he has become a grumpy smuggler once again. 

BUT HE MEETS A GIRL. 

A GIRL WHO IS SMART AND BRAVE AND ADORABLE AND CAN FLY HIS SHIP? 

BUT ALSO SHE IS A SAD, LOST, LONELY PUPPY AND HE’S KINDA SAD AND LOST TOO.

SO EVEN THOUGH HE’S KNOWN HER FOR ONE DAY HE BETTER GIVE HER A DAD OFFER JOB OFFER. 

Grumpily.

And last but not least (THERE IS NO LEAST, EVERYTHING IS AMAZING) we’ve got Finn and Rey

They start off a little rocky because of misunderstandings 

And also, explosions

but 20 minutes later…

they are BFFs and SO FUCKING DELIGHTED with each other

And they kinda get pulled in different directions for a second because they’ve both got SOME SHIT going on, but the SECOND he realizes she’s in danger, it’s NOPE. I WILL GO TO THE LAST PLACE IN THE GALAXY I WANT TO BE FOR YOU. I WILL RISK EVERYTHING. 

AND I WILL GET YOU BACK BECAUSE A LEGIT DAY AGO WE DIDN’T HAVE FAMILIES BUT NOW WE DO. 

I just love them all so much. I’m so happy they found each other. MY HEART. 

anonymous asked:

prompt: andreil + emergency room visit

(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)

The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.

It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.

He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already. 

It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.

He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.

He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.

The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.

“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”

“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”

He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.

It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like. 

He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.

“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”

“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.

He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.

The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.

“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”

“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.

“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”

She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.

“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”

“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.

“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.

“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.

“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.

“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”

“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”

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It Wasn’t Real (finale)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten -eleven - finale

A/N: THIS IS IT, THE FINAL PART! FINALEEEEEEEEE

I just wanna say like thank you all so much for the wonderful support on this story, i’m seriously gonna miss writing it SO MUCH! It’s crazy to believe i’m already done, but I mean, I did upload like everyday lol. Anyway, thank you all again so much.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Richie x Reader, and Loser’s Club x Reader, also slight Stan x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

Tag’s List: @chalatea - @darlingimafangirl - @chalatea - @myfriendmagislit -@frozenhealswrites - @fl0werb0nes18 - @emotionallyenterprised - @alec-lighwccd - @bellasett - @starshininginthedark - @tastefulcaring - @impulsivesuperrobin - @newtandthediamonds - @huge-waste-of-time​ - @jess-sxcks​ - @theoraekensnotsosecretlover​ - @moonageharry​ - @nieligator​ - @sufferingstilinski​ - @the-fantastic-fandom-dork - @horsiesandstuff​ - @arianamichelle04​ - @alloffmyships​ - @darlingimawriter​ - @gcnnyweasleys​ - @redvelvet-cupcake​ - @almusanzug​ - @d0nt-g0-imagines​ - @brighter-thanthe-sky​ - @murphamy-minefeild​ - @celestesfairy​ - @fly-like-a-grayson​ - @emrysaaryn - @holy-minseok - @antiherojason - @multifandom-states - @mysticsthinking - @ladyfairenvale - @crazyinlovewithbatman - @shaniacboogara - @welcometoourcomputershow - @17marvelousfreak - @funtik2011 - @anon-leaning-against-a-trashbin - @terrashrone - @im-fandom-trash - @mrgrytyrll - @ponyboys-sunsets - @captainslugcat - @eachandeveryfandom - @queenylime - @catwoman2502 - @1enchantedfantasy1 - @downtherabbithole66
bolded is who I couldn’t tag.


Originally posted by jayqueenofhell

“It’s coming back now.” Stan explained, nodding at his friends who surrounded him. The group was silent, standing around Stan, battered by what had just happened in the sewers but happy that it was over and their friend was standing before them alive. “Only bits and pieces, but I remember IT just suddenly being there and that’s it. Then I woke up with you guys around.”

Silence echoed Stan’s words, as he slowly let his eyes move around the people surrounding him; hesitant to ask what was on his mind. “What happened?” It was obvious what had happened. IT had come back, just like you’d tried to tell him but Stan had been too stupid, too in-denial to listen, that’s how he found himself here. But, it was almost like there was more; like the day and a bit he’d been gone more had happened then he could ever imagine.

“Y/N t-told us about how IT had taken you.” Bill finally answered, his eyes landing on you for a split second before gazing back at Stan. “She said s-she found the words “W-WHERE’S STAN?” written on h-her ceiling in blood. A-After that, w-we came here to find you.”

As Bill explained, Stan’s eyes fell on you as you looked to the ground. The last time you’d spoken, he’d left you just standing there after practically begging for help. No part of you was mad, but you could tell he felt guilty, just by his gaze. And it didn’t help that he’d bee wrong, that’d just been proven after what’d happened.

“And um- Henry’s dead.” It wasn’t needed, but you felt like you had to say it. Henry was terrible to you but you’d still killed someone. You didn’t know what would happen, though you knew none of them would ever say anything but you’d physically murdered someone; didn’t matter if he was an asshat half of the time. “So there’s that.”

Richie noticed your discomfort, and could only imagine what you must be thinking. Leaning over, he grabbed your hand; ignoring the looks he received from the others. “You did what you had to do.” 

“Bu-”

“Richie’s right, Y/N.” Eddie interrupted you, turning to look at you with a sincere gaze. “Henry would’ve killed you if you hadn’t done what you did. He deserved it.” Richie squeezed your hand as you reluctantly nodded, giving a small smile his way.

But, we’re glad you’re okay, Stan.” Beverly smiled, her blue eyes brighter than before. Despite the fact that you’d all just come from a fight with a murderous clown and quite literally from a trip in the sewers, everyones faces seemed a whole lot brighter. Even you yourself, you felt less empty than you’d felt for so long. The world seemed brighter and a lot more colourful, rather than the dull black and white you’d been seeing it in for the past four years. 

“Yeah.” Mike agreed, nodding with a smile on his face.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know what all of the victims did on their last day alive?

I know some of their last moments. It seems a lot of parents spoke about their final moments with their children in interviews. (Some of the ones I listed are just last remembered activities, not what they did the day before sorry.)

  • Rachel Scott 
    • Rachel’s last morning by now is very well known. Rachel and her brother had gotten into an argument because they were running late to school. He had rudely slammed the door in her face and unknowingly that was his last interaction with her. 
  • Daniel Rohrbough 
    • I don’t know Daniel’s last day, but one thing that comes to mind was he held the door open for the people behind him as he fled the school.
  • Dave Sanders
    • Dave Sanders moments are also very well known. His last moments are what made him known as a hero. Instead of protecting himself and hiding, he alerted the students in the cafeteria confirming active shooters in the school. It’s safe to say he saved many peoples lives that day.
  • Kyle Velasquez 
    • Kyle was driven to school everyday by his mother.  Kyle’s last words to her were simply “Goodbye. I love you, mom.”
  • Matthew Kechter 
    • “When I heard he was one of the ones from the library, it only made sense. He was always in the library studying. He always put academics first. He had straight A’s but he would never brag about it. I kinda looked up to him because of it. He was never in a bad mood, he was consistenly happy.” - Greg Barnes 
    • Matt was sitting with Isaiah and Craig Scott that day in the library.
  • Isaiah Shoels
    • It was a typical morning for Isaiah too. He had run out of the house and left his bed unmade. 
  • Lauren Townsend
    • The night before, her mother and her father had attended a Rockies game and got home around 9:30. When they got back, Lauren was slightly upset at them for coming back so late even though she knew they would be gone. She was disappointed because she wanted to snuggle and the game interrupted their ‘snuggle time.’ Her mother sat down with her for a few minutes, but Lauren had some work left to do and went off to bed. She said goodnight and told her mom they’d snuggle tomorrow. Her mom promised to put in extra time to snuggle. She never came home.
  • John Tomlin
    • In John’s final moments, it was an everyday routine. He left his bible open on the dash of his beloved truck and was studying at the library on the day of the massacre like everyday.
  • Daniel Mauser
    • Daniel too was in the library, a daily occurrence. But as he was approached by Eric, he pushed a chair out as a way to stand up to him. He was shot right after.
  • Corey DePooter 
    • Corey and his mother had always danced together in the kitchen growing up. His mom remembers him and his brother always being good dancers. The night before his death, him and his mom just so happened to share a last dance out of the blue. It definitely wasn’t an every night occurrence, so looking back it was really special for her.
  • Cassie Bernall
    • I’ll let her mom do the talking ;)
    • “April 20, 1999, started like any other school day in our house. At five forty-five Brad, my husband, left for work, and a little later I got up to wake the kids. Getting teenagers out of bed is always a small battle, but that Tuesday was especially difficult. Cassie had stayed up late the night before catching up on homework, and her books were all over the kitchen table. Her cat’s litter box needed attention, too, and we were running late with breakfast. I remember trying not to lecture her about all the things that needed doing before she left for school….
    • About seven-twenty Chris kissed me goodbye, or at least gave me his cheek, which is what it’s gone to lately (he’s fifteen) and clattered down the stairs and out of the house. Cassie stopped at the door to put on her shoes – her beloved black velvet Doc Martens, which she wore rain or shine, even with dresses – grabbed her backpack, and headed after her brother. As she left I leaned over the banister to say goodbye, like I always do: “Bye, Cass. I love you.” “Love you too, Mom,” she mumbled back. Then she was gone, through the back yard, over the fence, and across the soccer  field to the high school, which is only a hundred yards away. I dressed, made myself a cup of coffee, locked up, and drove off to work.” 
The Kiss

Title:  The Kiss

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: Dean kisses the reader, hoping to save her life. What happens when he takes her home?

Characters: Dean Winchester x plus sized, female reader

Word Count:  2287

Warnings:  self-doubt, mentions of previous bad treatment, low self confidence, nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: I borrowed the premise of the “return to love” spell from episode 11.13 Love Hurts, as well using this gifset for inspiration. I am participating in my own challenge, the Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. I took the quote, “Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it’s possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I’m failing 100%” from Notting Hill. Thank you @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for looking over this for me.

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MORNING AFTER WITH SEVENTEEN|| Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?

SeungCheol:

★would get really nervous when he sees you next to him  

★his top two priorities were that you use protection  

★and that you were okay  

★when you finally woke up and offered him a sleepy smile he’d melt  

★’you look comfy’

★’i am’

★’you’re okay?’

★’yeah. are you?’

★’i feel much better now i know you’re not going to scream at me and run away’

★you’d lay in silence for a while

★until he rolls over to face you

★’what now?’

★’we go get breakfast and then you ask me on a date?’

★’you wanna go on a date with me?’

★’yeah’

★’since when?’

★’a while’

★’it took us having drunk sex to admut you have a crush on me?’

★‘problem?’

★’not at all’ 


Jeonghan:

★when he wakes up to see you getting dressed he’ll get really offended 

★'you were about to leave’

★’well yeah?’ 

★’that’s rude’ 

★’it’s what happens after sleeping with somebody when you’re drunk’

★’get back in bed’

★’why?’

★’because i wanna cuddle more with you’

★’that’s not how it goes in movies’

★’don’t make me drag you, Y/N’

★he’d wrap himself around you 

★and probably go back to sleep with you


Joshua:   

★joshua would stare at you while he waited for you to wake up

★when you finally id he’d offer your a shy smile  

★’you okay?’ 

★’shouldn’t i be he one asking that question?’

★he’d wrap you in his arms and bury his face in your neck 

★’i’m perfect’ 

★’good’

★he’d press his lips over the skin of your neck

★and collarbones

★’i’m going to go run the bath. wanna join?’

★’do you have that strawberry soap?’

★’yeah’

★’that’s my favourite’

★you’d share a bath together

★then go get something to eat

★if you wanted to start a relationship or never speak of the night again he’d be happy either way


Junhui: 

★would be really shy around you

★you’d be cooking breakfast for the two of you

★and you’d notice him staring at you from behind the door and laugh 

★’you want some eggs?’ 

★he’d just stare at you in this trance

★’earth to jun’ 

★waving in his face finally gets him out

★’hm?’

★’do you want some eggs for breakfast?’

★’oh, yeah. eggs are good’

★he’d go back to staring at you when you sat down to eat

★’are you okay?’

★’you look beautiful’

★your blush would trigger his

★’can we do it again one day?’

★’i think that would be good’


Soonyoung: 

★he’d wake up before you 

★and watch you for a few moments

★when he realised it’s the afternoon he’d get up to run the bath for you 

★he’d gently shake you awake 

★’the bath is waiting for you’ 

★‘you’re the best’

★’i know’

★he’d walk with you and held you into the water

★when he turns to leave you grab his arm

★making him blush

★’stay with me’

★’i was going to make breakfast’

★’later’

★he’d sit next to the tub and watch you 

★heart eyes for days


Wonwoo:   

★is really quiet 

★won’t say anything until he sees you get up off the bed

★’do you want to get breakfast with me?’ 

★he’d become shy when you turn to face him 

★’i was just gonna grab a snack bar on the way to work’

★ ‘you’re working today?’

★‘yeah’

★‘call in sick’

★’why?’

★’so i can treat you well today’

★you’d head outto eat

★and spend the day in a park talking things out


Jihoon: 

★jihoon would have you wrapped up in the tightest hug known to man

★so you’d just have to lay there and wait for him to wake up 

★when he does his cheeks will be red  

★and he’ll be really giggly 

★’why’re you laughing?’

★’i’m nervous’

★’why?’

★’because you’re glowing and i’m probably a mess’

★’you look good’

★’you look better’

★kisses for hours

★probably leads to another round

★will probably write a song about this whole thing


Seokmin: 

★he’d flip out to wake up and not see you laid next to him 

★the worse would through his mind 

★so he got his phone to call you 

★and sees your text telling him you had somethign to do 

★he’d send one back telling you to not make dinner for yourself

★when you’re relaxing later on in the evening he’d show up on your door

★with flowers

★and your favourite food

★’special delivery’

★’you’re too cute’

★you’d share a meal together

★then watch a film

★and sleep in eachother’s arms


Mingyu:   

★he’d be another one that just stares at you until you wake up 

★when you do he’ll smile and press his lips to yours 

★’good morning,” 

★’hello’ 

★’last night was fun…’

★when you gave him a smile in reply he pulled you close to him

★’i hope we can have many more nights like that’ 

★’you want that?’

★’yeah…’

★’me too’

★’i’ll have to up my breakfast skills’

★he’d laugh and rub his hands over your your back


MingHao:

★blushy baby 

★seeing you sleep against him just fills him with warmth

★he’ll pay with your hair until you wake up 

★he’d hesitate to say something just in case you were mad 

★but when he saw your sleepy smile

★he’d melt

★and cuddle you as close as possible

★’you’re very clingy’

★’i have a right to be. don’t like it?’

★’i like it’

★nuzzles into your hair and stays there

★until your tummies demanding food makes you get up to eat


Seungkwan: 

★he’d be in awe 

★he got to spend a night with you  

★and now you’re still curled into him 

★and you’re glowing 

★making you even more beautiful

★he’ll hold you to him while you woke up

★then move in case you wanted to be on your own

★’don’t go, you’re comfy’

★he’d move back to you, returning his arms around you

★’i hope i was good enough for you last night’

★’i think you were…’

★’it’s blurry for me’

★’i remember you kissing me… it was nice…’

★’you’re nice to kiss’

★’maybe you should kiss me more’

★’an offer i can’t pass up’

★he’d wink before pressing his lips all over your skin 


Hansol: 

★heart eyes @ you  

★softest squish alive

★'good morning prince/princess’

★he’d move the blanket to make sure you were covered 

★’morning’

★he would give a shit about your morning breath and just go all in

★tangles his fingers in your hair

★so many compliments

★’you look so beautiful right now’

★’your skin looks so good’ 

★’i want to spend today kissing you’

★l a z y s e x a h e a d   


Chan:

★takes him a while to realise what’s going on 

★he sleepily rolled over to get comfy and go back to sleep 

★but he saw you sleeping next to him and ??? 

★he saw you naked and moved the blanket over you 

★’thanks’

★’you’re awake’

★’have been for a while’

★’are you okay?’

★’i don’t know’

★’i’m sorry’

★’it’s not your fault i can’t remember’ 

★’you want to remember?’

★’how often do i get to have sex with my crush?’

★’i’m your crush?’

★’yup’

★’very often if you want’

★he’d pull you so your back was pressed to his chest

★’let’s explore together’

Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!

Masterlist


A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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anonymous asked:

i was wondering, do you think sebastian and ciel care about each other in the manga?, i would like to hear your take on this, because till now i have seen multiple interpretation plus my own, and so i was curious

Care is a pretty loose term in my opinion. Someone can completely shatter you and still claim to care about you. But let’s assume you mean the romanticized term. Care is an understatement for the two. I think the Kuro duo share something a bit deeper than care.

It is something more along the lines of.. planet shattering, death defying, soaked in the deepest pits of hell and blackened by the core of both of their hearts NEED.

Ciel comes off as a child going on 35, cold and emotionless, stopping at nothing to reach his end goal. There will definitely be pawns piling up at the foot of his throne and I wholeheartedly believe Ciel will hold no remorse in watching them fall. The young master’s personality is eternally serious, unfaltering from his pristine reputation as the Earl of Phantomhive.

-BUT-

Ciel needs Sebastian. He does not only care for him. He needs him. He needs him, to be the only being he shows his weaknesses to. To be the one that comforts him when he screams from his night terrors. To be his cursed redemption and first class ticket to his own personal hell. He needs him. Ciel tends to be very unfazed by many things that happen but… what happens when the butler gets hurt..?

Look at those eyes. Ciel believed in that moment that there was a possibility that he could lose his demon. That he could lose everything. I see desperation. But what I see most is hysteria. He is about to completely lose it. Yes yes, I know, it can be because he really thought Sebastian would die. But look at this…

Ciel does not believe that Sebastian’s life is in danger. He understands that the demon will eventually heal. But then why does he scream out? He was caught by surprise from the demon’s painful grunt and his true emotions came out when he called his name. Why? Because he cares needs him. Wants him. Breat- let me stop. But this is also interesting…

Why? Why is the proud earl of Phantomhive giving rest to not only a servant but a demon that will heal quickly at that? Simple.

Because he is so utterly grateful and relieved that he didn’t lose him.

So… what about Sebastian? Ah, the demon. Yes, upon first meeting Ciel, he almost immediately regretted his decision to be with such a troublesome child. Until things changed. The boy grew on him. Sebastian has said multiple times over and over that he does not experience human emotions, right? Well he is right, of course.

-HOWEVER-

What happens when Ciel gets hurt?…

What happened to the oh so well put together butler? This looks like a lot of emotion to me. And yes, again with the whole he may be fearing the loss of his cultivated meal… but is that a reason to crack the carefully blown glass of his flawless outward appearance as the perfect butler?? And this one…

Look at him yelling. He is so desperate he cannot even help but scream like..a…human? –gasp- He could have held it together. Ran as fast as possible, got to the door, knocked just loud enough to wake everyone. But no. Hysteria has affected the demon as well and he is completely freaking out. Looks like emotions to me. Why? Because he cares NEEDS this boy. This soul. This life as a butler. This little inkling of interest he has found within the multiples decades he has lived. And let us not forget this…

Again, we have the butler spazzing over the safety of his young master. Again we have the butler losing just a bit of control over his rationale. And why the coat? Why did he cover Ciel with the coat? Looks like emotion to me. Now here is where Ciel first awakes in the Green Witch arc. Look at Sebastian’s face…

“Oh my devil, you’re awake, holy crap, are you okay?” I mean, his eyes and the sweat drip speak for themselves. 

Now let’s take out Ciel’s safety entirely. The boy is alive. He is awake. He is being taken care of. But Sebastian doesn’t seem so happy…why?

Because the young master has order him to “not touch him.” He does not only live to eventually feed off of Ciel’s soul. He now exists to yield to Ciel in any and every way possible. It looks almost physically painful that he cannot be near the little lord (who REMEMBER is still being taken care of and is in no danger). Sebastian is legitimately upset that he cannot be the one to cater to Ciel.

Not just because he cares for him. Not just because he wants him.

But because he NEEDS him.

All in all, I fully believe the two care for one another but on a whole other level than what others would think when they hear the word care. Their bond goes deeper than that. I believe that if they were the only two left alive in the universe, Sebastian would wake up, pour Ciel’s tea, the boy would sigh in content and proceed to tell Sebastian how lovely the morning air was in the dead of winter.

Even if they didn’t, per say, “care” for one another…

They definitely need each other.

Hey guys! So this is a bit of a trigger warning! This fic features talks of Suicide and Depression. If that is a sensitive subject for you please scroll past this post! I love you all and you all deserve to see tommorow!
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Please don’t say goodbye.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it Archie, I’m just… tired.”

Jughead watched as Betty placed a reassuring hand to Archies shoulder, her fingers shaking and her smile strained.

No Archie, he wanted to scream, grab his redheaded best friend by the shoulders and shake him, no she’s not okay. She’s drowning can’t you tell? Can’t you see it in the dark purple bags under her eyes? The scars buried deep in her palms? What about the way she doesn’t speak anymore? The quiet way she mumbles to herself when she thinks no one is listening. Help her Archie, be the hero. Save her, save her for him.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, didn’t mean to listen in on Betty and Archie’s conversation but still he found himself standing behind the door, face pressed against the wood as Betty went on and on about how good a friend Archie was and how he was going to do great things, never give up, treat Veronica right. It was wrong, something was very wrong.

When the dark haired author heard the familiar footsteps exiting Archie’s room he nearly sprinted to his own guest room across the hall, waiting for Betty to come to him, to give some halfassed pep talk disguising a goodbye.

Sure enough the gentle tap of her knuckles on his open door came only a few seconds later, Betty poked her head inside.

“Juggie.” She whispered, an exhausted smile on her face. He had to think fast, desperately fast.

“You can only talk to me if you lay down with me.” He blurted out, his eyes trained on the ceiling, hands stiff at his sides. He could imagine the confused quirk of Betty’s eyebrows, the scrunch of her nose.

“Oh..okay.” She whispered, coming to lay beside him, thigh touching his, fingers gripping at the navy blue sheets.

“Juggie… I want you to know….” she began.

“You were six years old the first day I met you.” Jughead cut her off abruptly eyes staring straight ahead, Betty moved her head towards him.

“Jughead I…”

“You were six years old and you were wearing a yellow dress with tiny white daisies. Your hair was in a ponytail and you had pink painted toes.” Jughead continued ,ignoring Betty’s interruption “I was alone, Archie had just met Reggie and he had abandoned me, it was lunchtime and all I had was a sandwich. You were surrounded by people but you got up. Do you remember that? Do you remember getting up?” Jughead turned his head now, eyes meeting Betty’s, his heart nearly shattered at the tears streaming from them.

“Yeah. I remember.” She whispered

“You got up and said “excuse me, I just have to go sit by the boy in the hat. He’s going to be my friend forever. I’m going to marry him.” This was all before you had met Archie. You sat next to me, gave me your Oreos and told me you wanted to wear a pink wedding dress. Do you remember that?“ Jugheads hands found Betty’s at her side, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Yes.” She whispered again, choking on a sob.

“We got married on the playground the next day. You promised to love me forever and ever. Remember?” His throat felt tight as stared at the beautiful broken angel beside him.

“Stop. Please.” She whimpered.

“I promised to love you forever too. And I will. But god Betty forever is longer than this.” Jughead fingers came up to hold her chin.

“I don’t want to be alive anymore.” Betty wept “I can’t do it juggie, it hurts too much. I’m so tired of fighting.”

“I know Betty, I’m here for you. I’m right here.” He was desperate, tears falling from his own eyes now.

“You can’t fix me.” She cried “no one can. I’m damaged goods and sooner or later I’m going to break for good. If I could just stop the hurt now….I just want to sleep. I’m so tired Juggie.”

“I’m going to get you help. I’m going to be with you every step of the way but I am not losing you. Maybe it was just some stupid game when we were kids but I promised to love you forever to have and to hold. I’m holding you Betty Cooper and I’m not letting go, not now and not ever.” Jughead whispered in her ear, pulling her up and onto his lap as she rocked in his arms, tears falling silently now.

“I was going to go to Sweet water.” She started, head leaning against Jugheads chest as he rubbed circles under her tshirt. “I was going to take a whole bottle of the pills my mom forced me to take. I don’t know if it would work. I wanted to spite her. I didn’t want anyone to find me, I was going to go as far as possible, just leave the empty pill bottle. If it didn’t work I was going to walk into the river. That’s what I was going to do. Okay?” Betty looked up desperately at Jughead, eyes filled with fear. She didn’t want him to tell her it was horrible idea, she didn’t want him to tell her not to do it she wanted him to know, she trusted him with her most dangerous secret.

“So today, you and me, we’ll go to Sweet water, we’ll take your pills and we’ll empty them one by one into the River, we’ll pack a lunch, I’ll read Jane Eyre to you, you can wear my red flannel the one you love and you’ll live. You’ll live for me today and tommorow you’ll live for Polly the next day you’ll live for Veronica, than Kevin, than Archie, than Pop Tate. You’ll keep living for all of the people who need you, you’ll do that until you can live for yourself. Because you will be able to, you will be able to live for yourself because you are so strong Betty Cooper.”

Meadow green eyes stared up at Him her lips were trembling as she brought them to his in the softest kiss.

“For you Jughead and then… and then for me.” She whispered, hands clutching his tshirt.

“For you Betty Cooper.” He whispered wrapping the love of his life up in his arms again, thanking god for giving more another day, another chance.

“I love you.” Betty whispered against his neck.

“I love you Betty Cooper.”

ATLAS: PART ONE

                                                     bucky x reader 

summary: i n f i n i t y war. 

                                                   word count: 2,521

if this gets to 200, i will post the rest - worked on this for hours upon hours. and I already have parts written for it, crazy.

notes: angst, mentions of sex and alcohol.

wrote this very marvel-esqe. 

which, by the way. this will be somewhat of a mystery. have fun! hope you guys like it.

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Meeting Tolkien

I was up in Oxford meeting some friends, and we were in the Randolph Hotel. And someone said, “What are you doing here, this is all rather correct and proper. Lets go to a pub.” This was a way long time ago. Forty-five plus years ago. And we went to this pub, it’s now world famous, but I can’t remember the name of it. I can’t honestly remember. We were sitting there talking and drinking beer or something, and someone said, “Oh, look who walked in,” it was Professor Tolkien and I nearly fell off my chair. I didn’t even know he was alive. He was a benign looking man, smoking a pipe, walking in… an English countryman with earth under his feet. And he was a genius, a man of incredible intellectual knowledge. And he knew somebody in our group. He (the man in the group) said, “Oh Professor, Professor,” and he came over. And each one of us, well I knelt of course, each one of us said, “How do you do?” And I just said “Ho… How… How…” I just couldn’t believe it. But I’ll never forget it.

-Sir Christopher Lee, on meeting Tolkien

Not Happening (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Spoiler Warning for Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Summary: You’re Harry’s daughter. When you saw him get shot, you thought that was the last time you’d see your father. The next time you see him (at the Statesman headquarters) you were absolutely shocked, it’s not common someone survives a shot like that. However, between that day at the church and that moment you saw him, you had grown quite close to the new Galahad. Eventually your father gets his memory back and the aftermath is…interesting.

Word Count: 962

A/N & Warning: Whyyyy? Why did it have to be the pug? Poor J.B.! I’m probably way too upset by that but ugghhhh I’m very upset. Anyways. There will be some swearing. There are many F-bombs…but I think that’s fairly obvious when dealing with this character.


When you got the call, you weren’t doing anything notable. Maybe reading? TV? It was hard to remember after you heard the vibrations of your phone, seeing Eggsy’s contact picture light up your screen. Knowing that he was on some sort of mission, you quickly picked up. “Hello?” You questioned, hoping that the news wouldn’t be too bad. You heard the distinct accent through your phone, “Um..Harry…” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Eggsy. If you’re going to tell me my father’s dead, then I alrea-” Cutting you off, he said three important words, “No! He’s alive.”

“Is this a joke?” You sighed.

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