Happy birthday, dear sunshine TEN! Our eternal beautiful smile, sweet lover, innocent baby, you’ve been blessing our eyes and hearts with your hardworking, spectacular performances and even during hard times your smile never faded! You are the best like always! The one who always helps the others before him, the one who always makes you smile, the one who always makes your heart flutter…once again, happy birthday precious baby!♥♥♥♥♥
me : Ezarel putting aside his pride to write a letter to Gardy and pour out his feelings into it, admitting that he isn’t in control of the situation and how troubled he is when he’s with her, shows how far he is ready to go to earn her forgiveness but is also an incredible sign of weakness from his part
Whoot! Look at this folks…fucking five more years of bloody YuGiOh. Five more years with this muse. Five years I’ve been on Tumblr with him and in this fandom, and wow, do I feel old! Its a magical day! A momentous day! I’ll be hitting five years on the 30th of this month and since Atem’s birthday is on the 26th, I thought why not put it all together! Why not make a terrible photoshop thing and spout out the love I have for all of you!
Five years ago I recreated the muse that I’ve loved for years but never had the heart to pick up until then. I was a victim of abuse and my love for this muse faltered, I almost even lost him completely, but after about three years of picking myself up and filling my heart with more positive energy, I was able to pick him up again. To play this muse I love and cherish. To show this love I have for him, to you; the people who follow me and have supported me for years.
I know many of the blogs that follow me have come and gone, but to me this is momentous day! After five years I have reached 1800+ followers, which is completely crazy and scares the shit outta me everyday. I never expected it. I never even thought of myself even capable of gathering such a large following, but here we are today. SO MANY FOLLOWERS.
I’m forever grateful and blessed to have you all following me. For adoring this muse of mine as much as myself. To give me the opportunity to show you someone, who is not just a character, but someone who can be relateable and human. Thank you so much for this opportunity and I hope that you may allow me to show him for the many more years to come. //smoochies
Character: Sirius Black Word Count: 1092 Requested?: Yes/No Summary:Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so. Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.
Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.
Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.
He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.
He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.
He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.
Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.
Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.
Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.
Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.
Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.
“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.
“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.
You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”
If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.
“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.
“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.
It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.
He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.
You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.
He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.
“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.
Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?
Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-
Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.
You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.
Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.
He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.
Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.
You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.
The Norweigian television show SKAM has just begun their 4th (and last) season and if you haven’t watched it yet, here’s a list of why it’s one of the most genius television shows ever created (not in chronological order or whatsoever)
It’s a show about norwegian teenagers set in real-time (as in veeery real-time.. more about that later) Norway at Hartvig Nissen Skole (a high school)
Julie Andem, the creator of the series and the whole SKAM crew behind it is 50/50 gender wise
JA researched A LOT before she started to write and has even written her characters around the actors themselves which makes it much more authentic
Every season evolves around a new person from the series (also their POV), including how they perceive the others resulting in minor changes in clothes, behaviour etc. from season to season
Julie Andem actually LISTENS to her fans, engage with the fandom, re-construct fan art, tries to constantly surprise fans and everything has a symbolic meaning - giving lots of opportunities for fans to discuss theories and geek the f out
The show deals with a lot of different themes such as mental illness, rape culture, body shaming, eating disorders, feminism, homosexuality, religion, and the list goes on. It all centers around one thing: finding your own identity
The whole setup of the series is different. You have real instagram-profiles, youtube- and facebook accounts of the fictive characters. You get snips and pieces from their fictive, private life in the form of group chats, random pictures, videos and such on the blog skam.p3.no & if you seek out their profiles too
During the airing of the season you get real-time updates from the show (small clips, group chats, whatever) (ie. a clip that’s set this Wednesday on 19:51 (7:51pm) is posted at that time)
The whole portrayal of the characters is so authentic in general and as a member of the LGBTQ+ community it pleased me how well they [SPOILER ALERT] handled Isak and Even’s relationship in season 3
I mean.. I could go on for ages. Just watch it.
.. Oh and this season it has MUSLIM HIJAB WEARING GIRL as their MAIN CHARACTER. I mean… What’s not to like?!
It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy.
Word count :: 2037
Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.
You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.
Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.
You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.
You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.
You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.
“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.
There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.
You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget. This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.
“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.
“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.
“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.
Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.
“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.
“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.
“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.
You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.
You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.
“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.
“Why?” You cried.
“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.
“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.
“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.
“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.
“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.
“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.
“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”
“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.
“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.
“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried
“i want yeh happy”
“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.
“I want a divorce.”
You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.
Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.
You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.
“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.
Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.
“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.
“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”
The pain was unbearable.
You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.
“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.
“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke
“I’m scared of getting married” You said
“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”
“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.
“You think we’ll get married?”
“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.
Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.
All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.
You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.
You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.
“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.
“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.
“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.
“Her name was Kristine.”
So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?
This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.
I love you, T.
Lets hear it for some fluff :3!!!! and don’t worry I won’t do NSFW…. I do not know how to control my NSFW just yet 😂 @akatsuki-saya
His room is simple yet elegant. The view he has from his master bedroom is to die for. However, when MC comes over, the room is mostly lighted by candles to give it a romantic feeling. You guys sit on the couch drinking wine with Elizabeth 3rd on your lap discussing human nature and the world. Why things are they way they are and how Zen simply misunderstands Jumin. He has a blanket ready always just in case you fall asleep snuggling on his chest.
His bedroom is not that big but, he was blessed to have a big mirrors and a small balcony attached to it. When you came over, you would help him practice his lines till he gets it perfect. He would walk around the small bedroom and when he had enough he would grab your hand and led you outside. You guys would look at the stars together and that my friend, are the moments you cherish forever, because, he is opening up his soul to you.
Room is really simple: bed, carpet, curtains closed, but the excitement is his desk. Yeap, his life is literally on the desk. You will see his comic books, his collectibles his textbooks for the class that has dust on them, polaroids of the RFA, Rika, Sally, his class mates, con conventions, and you and him. You come over to help him “study” but it usually ends up with you on the bed pinned down.. FROM HIS HAPPINESS OF BEATING A TRIBE :D not today my sinners
People may assume that since he is a tech god, his bedroom will have all the high tech and everything…. but nope… they are wrong. With one of the few moments Saeyoung Choi does have to himself he wants to be at peace. No disturbances. Nothing. Sound proof. When you visit, you are allowed in his sanctuary and you look up at the roof and he tells you his favorite constellations.
WINDOW SEATS. DESK. LAMP. COMPUTER. thats her room :3 she loves drinking coffee sitting down at her window seat looking at the world pass by her. Whenever you see her sitting there, best believe she is thinking heavy things. If she isn’t there, then she is sitting on her desk doing paper work for Mr. Han. You usually go over to keep her company and to help her relax by making her coffee and tea :3
His bedroom is the perfect sanctuary with him. He loves being with nature. He loves being surrounded by life because it makes him feel that he has a purpose in life. When he sees a wild animal outside his window, he quickly gets his camera and takes pictures. When you come over, you are usually sitting on his bed drinking tea/coffee looking through his photo album. You smile seeing the picture of both you together and you suddenly heard a shutter sound. You looked up and you saw V take a photo of you smiling with the sun rays hitting your skin softly.
He doesn’t let ANYONE inside his room. NOT EVEN HIS BROTHER HAS SEEN HIS ROOM. When he trusted you enough, he took you inside his home. You noticed that the house was regular nothing special. However, when you unlocked his master bedroom, you noticed his ceiling was a bit different. You can see the sky perfectly. He was trying to analyze your reaction but he didnt expect for you to hug him and to start crying. You thanked him for letting you see the sky he loves. You guys cuddle on his bed, talking about the future looking at the clouds move.
1. Let yourself be enthusiastic as a freshman. It’s easy to be cynical and freshman year can feel like a giant summer camp sometimes, but it only happens once and you will miss it later on.
2. Leave your room every once in a while, even if it’s to go to the library to study. It sounds simple but especially for introverted people, this one can be hard.
3. Don’t study too much. Seriously, let yourself have fun or go on a walk or enjoy a book for fun every once in a while.
4. Make a bucket list with your roommates or your new friends of things you want to explore in your college town. It sounds super cheesy but it’s a great way to make new friends and discover new places.
5. Upperclassmen don’t hate you. They’re actually very nice people most of the time.
6. Don’t go home every weekend. You will regret it.
7. Freshman year can be super lonely and challenging, especially if you are introverted or don’t make friends easily. But it can also be a time where you learn a lot about yourself, where you grow as a person, and where you make memories that you will cherish forever. Savor every moment and have fun.
My pin commission from @hutanna came in and I love it so much!!!! I’m so excited my hands were really shakey so bad photos.
I’m debating whether to put it on my bag or just keep it in the cute box it came in so it stays safe;;