disturbed expression

JEALOUSY // masterlist

Request: hello! first of all, i wanted to say that i LOVE your writing !! i know this request is super lame, but i’d love to read something about kylo getting jealous and then i dont know you can choose the ending sbdj thank you so much, hope you have a lovely day :-) + Ok but imagine that you and Kylo are just starting out in your relationship so when he sees another officer flirting with you, he goes ballistic.

A/N: Thank you to the two who requested these! Sorry it took so long but here it is! Thought I’d do two requests in one since they’re quite similiar. This is more, I guess you could say, ‘romantic’ than angsty or fluffy as most of my fics are…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.8K+

Being in a relationship was something Kylo Ren never had thought of, not with the life he had of constantly living in a state of fear or anger. Having a significant other was, in his mind, useless. There was no need to have to worry about someone else when it was enough to worry about himself, specially when he’d have to open up to them. It was enough that his self esteem plummeted even more–if it were possible–after the battle on Starkiller. There was no way the man could find himself wanting to be with someone.

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Signs of a Fangirl Attack

• Heavy breathing/Wheezing
• Uncontrollable squealing
• Flailing body parts
• High pitched banshee screaming
• Rocking back and forth, whispering the chant of the fandom
• Awkward/disturbing facial expressions
• Eyes the size of the moon, even when it isn’t nine in the afternoon
• Running around, either screaming ‘yes’ or ‘no’ repetitively.
• Crying/Dying

The Expression of Elements

Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
Earth Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Air Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
Water Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Fire houses: 1st house, 5th house, 9th house
Earth houses: 2nd house, 6th house, 10th house
Air houses: 3rd house, 7th house, 11th house
Water houses: 4th house, 8th house, 12th house

The element in which the Sun and Moon sign fall under will bear tremendous weight. Because every planet travels around the sun, it’s identity shines behind every planet. The moon resonates closely because like the sun it is in close view. When one has a lack of planets in air, for example, this can be remedied by planets in airy houses (3rd, 7th, and 11th), powerful aspects made to airy planets like Mercury, Venus, or Uranus, planets that are in mutual reception, or placements that accelerate the emphasis of air, like Mercury in Gemini for example.

Fire emphasis: Self confident, impulsive, initiative, dominant, energetic, uncontrollable, independent, imaginative, creative, idealistic, stimulating, intense, inspiring, self amusing, intuitive, defensive, self ruling, commanding, playful, spontaneous, delighted, can become burnt out, passionate, independent

Fire Deficit can express as: Lethargic, lack confidence, reserved, underwhelmed, rational, guarded, withdrawing, disinterested, has trouble with assertion, easily bored, melancholic and/or ultra restless and disorderly, impatient, forceful, angry, confused, lack of passion and direction, attention seeking, aggressive

Earth emphasis: Realistic, pedantic, compulsive, materialistic, orderly, refined, responsible, shy, guarded, emotionally reserved, ritualistic, pessimistic, rational, thorough, aware, intelligent, focused, in tune with nature, understands limitations, the physical body is a temple, stabilizing, relies too heavily on logic, sensual

Earth deficit can express as: Spaciness, disorderly, irresponsible, dependent, out of touch with basic living requirements, distant or not contained in the physical body, nomadic, can struggle holding down employment or responsibilities, neglects health, moody or overly cautious and serious, controlling, structured, anxious, hypochondriac, meticulous, duty bound, afraid of imagination

Air emphasis: Clever, spaced out, communicative, cerebral, conceptual, out of touch with the physical body, unrealistic, engaging, social, curious, restless, objective, mentally active, light eater, graceful, flexible, lost in thought, insomniac, informative, abstract, conceives ideas, detached, over emphasizes the intellectual response, distant, imaginative

Air deficient can express as: Extreme doubts with intelligence, struggle with academic and educative institutions, sedate in thinking and latching onto ideas, trouble turning inner world into language, disconnected, quiet minded or becomes a master of a field, highly motivated with education, feels the need to prove intelligence, over rational, worried, high functioning intellectual, dominant in conversation

Water emphasis: Receptive, fluid, hyper sensitive, emotionally focused, secretive, empathetic, withdrawing, solitary, idealistic, visionary, unstable, melancholic, theatrical with emotional displays, projects feelings onto others, people conscious, intuitive, lacks boundaries, can be easily manipulated, lethargic, escapist, disturbed, overwhelmed

Water deficit can express as: Inability to comprehend and identify feelings, disregards emotions, low emotional intelligence, dissociated, unresponsive, has trouble ascertaining values, emptiness, contained, distant, insensitive to the pain of others or extremely moody and unstable, represses emotions until violent outburst, unpredictable, hypersensitive, cannot understand nor control moods, reactive


Femme circassienne voilée: Veiled circassian beauty (1876). Jean-Léon Gérôme (French, 1824-1904). Oil on canvas.

The pensive face is above a contraposto that does not disturb the pensive expression on her face. The play of elements is surprising: the solid pattern of the rug makes that of the jacket even more delicate. The hand is absolutely beautiful, both in accuracy and in its absent-minded repose.

amigoingbananas  asked:

Hi! I know you have a lot of requests rn but I like how you write hc/reactions :3 What if the lords are having a nightmare? What would it be about, and how would they react to MC waking them? Thanks!

Hello ♡
Thank you, I feel flattered! :)

spoiler for Mitsunari’s, spoiler for Hideyoshi’s

The fire was crackling, growing bigger and bigger as the wooden beams couldn’t withstand the flames and the temple collapsed in phases.
Nobunaga noticed himself sweating when a cool breeze brushed his damp hair, while he was standing outside, watching the building decay, listening to the shouts of the desperate that were caught in it, surely to be perished of the heat. He stared for a while, until he could discern known faces inside the temple. Nobuoki and Nagamasa were amongst all those other people, screaming in pain themselves. Their skin was already mangling, blackening and finally falling to the ground in pieces of flesh.

He woke up to a clearly distressed __ who was shaking him, calling his name cautiously and silently, yet so uneasy and intrusive. She was worried, he understood immediately. His robes were sticking on his sweaty skin, his hair disheveled and his expression disturbed. As he sat up in a flash, she followed, her hand on his back, her expression full of worry and compassion. Without a word, he placed his head on her lap and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath again. And without a word, she started stroking his hair, not asking questions she could already assume the answers to.

The wind was whistling in his ear, as he was crouching atop of the tall building, adjusting his marksman’s rifle, taking a breath, holding it and -Boom! Man down.
One single shot from Mitsuhide was enough to kill a man, so shooting them down one after another, was a fast deal. As he aimed for the next man, one of the few that were still fighting there, he finally noticed something that left him dumbstruck. Sewed on the armor of the man who was in the same army as all the others he had already killed, was the crest of the Oda Clan.
Frowning, Mitsuhide tried to understand what he was even doing, who the fighting parties were and what was going on, until another loud shot that made the man slump over, brought him back from his confusion.
Startled he looked at his rifle again, still holding it, only to perceive that its trigger was loosening itself, the shots firing without him doing anything anymore.

Feeling his body shake, Mitsuhide awakened, discerning the face of his lover, her soft features and her eyebrows lowered in worry. After having calmed down a bit and getting his bearings, he decided to tell __ about it who listened to every word with an understanding nod.
“It’s due to all this exhaustion, surely.”, she spoke finally with the most loving smile on her face, as she stroked his hair.

He knew this room from his childhood. It was like a dungeon, cold and dark, filthy puddles on the cracked, hard floor. But this time, Ieyasu wasn’t alone. Tadatsugu was standing next to him, motionless just like Toramatsu and Tadakatsu who were contrasting with Yasumasa, who was pacing up and down, his footsteps echoing angrily. His expression was annoyed, while the other three were like puppets, their eyes and faces dull.
Before Ieyasu could understand what was going on, a stripe of blinding light followed the screech of the heavy door, which was opening. Yasumasa was the first one to leave the room in quick steps, dragging an apathic Tadakatsu with him. Toramatsu left out a faint sigh that echoed through the room before following them. As Ieyasu wanted to go out of the triggering room himself, he ascertained that his feet were coalesced with the floor beneath. He looked around frantically, his breathing becoming more and more ragged, his eyes darting around, searching for Tadakatsu. But the only thing he could see was his back in the very last moment, as he left the cell himself, shutting the heavy door behind him with a boisterous sound.

Simultaneous with the snapping open of his eyes, Ieyasu sat up in his bedding, breathing heavily. He blinked a few times and realized that it was only a dream. And he was not alone. __ embraced him from behind, her arms under his own, clutching the front of his shoulders and nuzzling his back.
“I don’t need your pity.”, he snapped, still panting, but as always, he didn’t shake her off.

The sun was shining brightly, making Mitsunari squint as he wandered in a place he hadn’t ever seen before. The leaves of the trees were vivid, green and shiny, birds singing loudly in uneven cadences. From a distance, he spotted two persons standing amidst blooming flowers. He could only see the back of… Saki? But if Saki was there, who was he?
Uncertain of what was going on, he was distracted by a face he could see, the face of the person who was talking to her. Sakon. He tried to approach her and told her something before disappearing in the forest behind them, leaving Saki slump to her knees.
Still utterly confused, Mitsunari went up to her, attempting to touch her shoulder. But once his fingertips brushed her, she fell over completely, laying on the ground.
Even though this was enough to shock Mitsunari, that wasn’t all, as all kinds of insects crawled out of her empty eyes in their quick, unpredictable motions.

He didn’t quite know when he woke up, but __ was still shaking his shoulders, having noticed that he was having a nightmare.
However this dream made him realize that Saki was as dead as his mother now and that he would never have to be Saki again. Now, thanks to __, he could just be himself.
“Do you mind….holding me for a bit?”

That laughter was unmistakable, resounding loudly in the hall where Masamune was standing. It was full of scorn, hatred and grudge, yet so satisfied, as if the villain of a fairytale finally achieved what they wanted for so long. It was the Lady Yoshihime’s voice, growing louder once Masamune started running down the hall, certain that whatever she was doing, she was up to no good.
His legs felt shaky as he first jogged, then sprinted, noting that the hall he saw the end of, grew larger with every step, making it impossible for him to reach its end. Nevertheless, his mother’s voice was closing in, spurring her son to continue running.
Finally, he spotted a door next to him, despite it seemed like he ran on the spot all the time. Gingerly he opened it, the relieve of the fact that the laughter stopped once he entered the room not lasting long. What he saw inside wasn’t his mother laughing and despising him, but __ who was laying on the floor in an empty, huge room. He wanted to run up to her, but noticed that she started writhing in pain once he moved, which repeated itself after every step he took. When he stopped, she was trembling, but once he put one foot before the other, she started convolving in panic.

He let out a sigh of utter relief, as he realized that he was tossing and turning in the bedding he shared with the person he dreamt of. She was staring at him, steadying herself on her lower arm as she was turned in his direction, her hair cascading on their pillow. Before she could ask anything, he pulled her down in a firm embrace, hoping to dream of her again, but this time with a happy ending.

Kojuro was frozen. Not exactly the perfect situation to be in when on the battlefield, but he couldn’t feel his limbs anymore, as he saw the enemy on a distance, aiming his rifle on a clueless Masamune who was facing other opponents. For a skilled fighter as Kojuro this wouldn’t be a problem, if not __ was surrounded on the other side of the battlefield, the men approaching her with every passing second.
He had to make a decision, in that very moment, if he didn’t want to lose both of them. Desperately he toggled his gaze between Masamune and __ who were both struggling, showing no hint of giving up anytime soon.
Kojuro felt petrified, as if his blood stopped coursing his veins, his brain overburdened by a choice he couldn’t make, as it happened at last.
He heard the unmistakable sound of a blade that cut through flesh, the only sound he could perceive because of the blood starting to course through his ears and before he could react, the sound of the rifle’s shot woke him up.

He opened his eyes and was relieved that the first he saw was __’s face, as he was bending over him. Her hand wandered from his shoulder, she shook apparently, to his cheek.
“Shh… It’s fine…”, she soothed with the most enchanting voice, making him smile.
“My precious girl…. Thank you.”, he whispered, relishing being spoiled for a little while.

Everyone was gathered in a huge hall, surrounding Yukimura who was kneeling amidst the crowd. He felt dizzy as he looked around, seeing retainers that were inferior to him in an angle he wasn’t used to.
Imposing, in front of them all, closest to him, there was the Tiger of Kai, looking at him with a strict expression, lacking its usual warmth and mirth.
Yukimura looked down at his hand that was holding a sharp blade turned to his own stomach. For a last time, he looked up again, to see Shingen who didn’t seem to have averted his eyes for a second, yet wasn’t meeting Yukimura’s gaze, almost as if he wasn’t real, but an imposing statue.
The sound of someone snivelling made him look over and amidst the retainers he saw __, quite striking with her colorful kimono in fact, now that he noticed her. She was teary-eyed, but not looking at him. He was confused, felt like either all the people who were surrounding but not looking at him were not real, or as if he wasn’t there at all.
Nevertheless, he fastened his grip on his blade, piercing through his lower abdomen, going deeper and continuing alongside his whole underbelly. However, regardless of what he did and despite the cutting blade, there was no blood coming out of him.
Yukimura had no time to be surprised, as he was distracted by a short thud that made him look up again. __ was lying lifelessly on the floor, her stomach opened completely.

Shaking his head in shock, he finally woke up, realizing that __ was embracing him, gripping his waist and shaking him. He smiled when seeing her worried, yet vivid face again that was so full of emotion and expression.

Saizo’s heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as he looked at __ kneeling before him, surrounded by several ninja, that were holding her arms behind her back. He tried to orientate himself, looking around, for anything that could save him from this situation. It was a dark forest, the trees seeming to close in with every passing second, making the night darker than it already was.
It was silent, not a single crow or chirping insect that could be heard. The only sound that broke the silence was the chesty voice of one of the masked men that stood next to those that were holding __. He said something of a secret that Saizo should tell them, a place? A name? He didn’t know. Actually he didn’t know about anything, just frowning and squinting his eyes, as if a terrible headache was haunting him.
Wanting to tell them that he had no clue or at least asking some questions that would serve to rescue __, Saizo had to note that no voice was escaping his mouth, regardless of how much he tried. After several attempts he finally guided his hand to his face, only to find that there was no mouth on the spot where it should normally be.
Getting impatient, once the men threatened to cut off her finger, if he decided to remain silent, __ started to scream.
“Saizo! Do something!”
With her next words her voice turned shrill in her throat due to desperation and dread.
“Just tell them already! SAIZO!”

This earspitting sound made him open his eyes, facing __ in the bedding next to him, who whispered, unlike her version in his dream. “Did you have a nightmare?..You were turning and groaning in your sleep.”
“Was I now?”, Saizo replied with a smile on his face, not answering her question. But indeed he was relieved, her breath in her whispering voice soothing like nothing else in this world.

Something was holding him in place, he couldn’t move, nor wave his arms, nothing, despite being free in fact. Toshiie couldn’t make out what it was, as the only thing he could see was the scene in front of him.
Several man were surrounding __, pushing her around between them, clearly doing things they shouldn’t be doing. He saw her desperate face, as she tried to steady herself, escape the touches of the men, but it was of no use. He tried to run, to move, wave his arms, but the only thing he could feel was the anger welling up inside of him, like a fire spreading through a lit cord.  
His rage was evidenced by his harsh words he spitted towards the men that didn’t hear a thing due to their own tumult.
“I’m hungryyyy~”
A familiar voice stopped Toshiie in his contumelious language, making him turn his head to the side. “Keiji?! KEIJI! KEIJI, GO AND DO SOMETHING DAMN IT!”
But said person didn’t seem to be bothered by what was going on, as he strode through the hall, skimming over his belly without a care in the world.
As if everything wasn’t stressful enough, __ started screaming, her voice tainted by constant wailing. “Inuchiyo, heeeelp!”
“Help me, Inuchiyo!” It grew louder and louder, more and more persistent, disturbing in his ears.

Toshiie shook his head quickly, startled by a loud voice, awakening him.
“Finally! Everything alright?”, __ asked from her place next to him, quite startled and stressed herself. He was still trying to catch his breath, as she suddenly chuckled. “You’re really done with Keiji, aren’t you? Calling his name even in your sleep. Maybe you should dream of me this time?”

It was quite chilly on the hilltop, but still Hideyoshi was sweating due to distress. He could discern Hanbei, Nagaharu and __ below, the former suffering severely from all kind of wounds.
Hideyoshi could hear his coughing from here, more precisely from a few meters next to him. Confused he turned to learn where it came from and saw Mitsunari gazing into space and coughing, just like he was used to hear from Hanbei, with the exact same voice, the exact same tone. There was nothing and no one else, just an expressionless Mitsunari standing stiffly, not looking anywhere or reacting to anyhing.
Looking at the trio at the lower end again, he saw Hanbei hunching after every cough coming from Mitsunari and finally crumpling to the ground. Just as Nagaharu was lounging to kick him in his stomach, Hideyoshi wanted to turn around, to go back down and help his retainer.
However he couldn’t, as his feet refused to turn, forcing him to watch Hanbei die after having been brutally battered.
Meanwhile __ was desperately trying to hold Nagaharu back, only to be shoved aside constantly, kneeling next to Hanbei herself now.
As if something was hoaxing him, Hideyoshi found himself next to them in the very second Hanbei died, as if he was held in place until now, only to be released when he couldn’t have changed things anyway.
As soon as he was next to Hanbei’s corpse and a weeping __, Mitsunari and Nagaharu vanished, she lunged at him, clutching his armor from the front and shouting in his face.
“He is dead, Hideyoshi!! It’s because of you, it’s all your fault, Hide-”

The same voice, albeit much more compassionate and worried, awakened him from this nightmare. __ stroked his damp hair out of his forehead, wiping his tearstained cheeks with her sleeve. And even though she couldn’t steal away his grief completely, he felt much more at peace with her support.

The List

Yoongi x Reader

Fluff; suggestive (Rated T? PG13?)

Summary: Yoongi makes a not-so-innocent mistake interpreting Y/N’s wishlist


Yoongi walked into the apartment after work, ready for the weekend. He took off his shoes and wandered into the kitchen. He stopped at the sight of Y/N’s birthday wishlist, the production and release of which was long overdue, hanging on the fridge. Intrigued, he slid the magnet off of it and held it up to look it over.

“Y/N?” Yoongi called, holding the list closer to his face, trying to convince himself it didn’t say what he thought it said.

“Hmm?” Y/N’s muffled voice answered as she poked her head around the corner of the hallway, toothbrush in her mouth.

Yoongi widened his eyes at her, looking concerned. “Is this the same version of your wishlist you sent to your family?”

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You gave up on us

This is a one shot about Harry and his girlfriend talking and crying about how their relationship has developed and changed. 

I plan for this to be a two-piece story as I announced yesterday and hope you’ll like this one enough to check out the second part. 

Warnings: Well, I got teary eyed. 

Feedback & requests are very welcome!

Picture is not mine, we’ve all been blessed by it. 

Your POV

My eyes were set on the ceiling of the dark bedroom I was trying to fall asleep in, the amount of time I had spent laying here on my own was long beyond me as it for all I knew if could have been days. And yet I could not get any rest. My heart ached and my head was dizzy, my body’s physical reaction to missing the presence of my boyfriend  dearly. For three weeks, Harry and I had not exchanged more than two sentences in a row and that just didn’t feel right. How could a loving two year old relationship turn us into behaving as if we were complete strangers? The last time we had sat down for dinner together had been months, same went for the last time we watched Tv cuddled up on the sofa. In fact, I didn’t spend anytime in the living room at all anymore, while Harry had long stopped coming to bed with me and instead slept on the couch every night.
There had been no argument, disagreement or dispute. It was like he had gotten up one morning, rolled out of bed and shut off his emotions.
I was living with the empty shell that was the man I had given my heart to and loved beyond words could explain, and I had enough.
Countless nights had been spent with me crying myself to sleep, loud enough for him to hear, yet he had never come to check up on me and he didn’t even care to address it in the morning, no matter how red and sore my eyes were by the next day.

I wanted my Harry back. I missed him so much.

My Harry would love me too much to let me cry alone. He would climb into bed beside me every night and tell me that he’d fix whatever it was that caused me pain while he’d hold me tight until his comfort chased away all the  worries. He’d protect me and most of all he’d care. But he was gone and had been replaced by a foreigner sleeping soundly down stairs instead of in my arms.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, mesmerizing how it felt, because I knew that tonight I wouldn’t cry anymore. And there would be no crying tomorrow either. Though my body still longed for Harry with everything I had, I could not tolerate the way he treated me any longer.
In my mind I had come to a decision as to what was best a long time ago and after the phone call I had received this afternoon, I could finally start doing what was long over due. I was done with him not putting any effort into saving what was left of “us” anymore. He wanted to give up? Fine, so be it. At least I wouldn’t be too much of a coward to say it out loud.  

Almost subconsciously I climbed out of bed and quietly patted downstairs. The tension ruling the atmosphere of my home had made it almost impossible for me to fall asleep properly and so I had gotten used to getting up and making a cup of tea around midnight. At first I had been hesitant since I knew Harry was sleeping right next to the kitchen, but after a while I learned that even when he was awake, he didn’t say anything or question what I was going to the kitchen for.

My Harry would offer to make a hot chocolate and he wouldn’t stop asking what was wrong until I’d spilled any little detail about my day that could have possibly caused me unease. After he’d kiss me and tell me that I was strong enough to beat anything that was trying to get into my way.

I sighed at that fantasy, upset that though I had a partner, any gesture that would have earned him that title needed to be imagined.
Once I made it past the room he was snoring in, I sneaked into the kitchen and heated the water. When it boiled I selected one of the teas we had in stock, took the blanked folded on the chair and made my way to the windowsill in the next room.

Harry’s POV

Even though she seemingly attempted to be quiet, Y/N woke me when she passed me. Though I usually was a pretty heavy sleeper, the past week’s events had changed that. Or had it been months?
Now it seemed that whenever Y/N was in my presence, for however short of a time that my be, it felt as if there was a bond pulling me towards her and making me conscious of any movement of hers. Goosebumps rose on my skin and my heart sped up. I opened my eyes enough to catch her tiptoeing out of the kitchen, a blanket in hand and a steaming cup in the other.

Only a few weeks ago I would have called out for her to stay, that she needn’t get a blanked and that I’d gladly keep her warm. I would have done that only weeks ago, right? Or was it months?

I bit my lip as guilt spread though my body, the feeling almost familiar by now.

She had been so careful in the past days, so anxious of making a wrong move around me. Me. The person she used to be herself with all the time, careless if she embarrassed herself or not because she knew of how infatuated I was with her.
The only one that should feel ashamed and guilty was me. To admit my wrongdoing and and then going back to normal from there seemed so hard to me, I had just avoided it all together and instead made it all much worse.

She was hurting. My beautiful, beloved and dear girlfriend was in pain because of me and I pretended not to care at all.

My ears still rang, thinking about how I had heard her cry more that I could ever bear.

I threw my legs over the couch and got up quietly. It was time to put an end to our suffering.

Y/N was asleep in the next nearest room. Her head rested against the wall while she sat on the windowsill, the blue blanked I’d gotten her last winter was wrapped around her tightly and her book in her lap. I suppressed a smile at the image she made. She was all snuggled up, the old me would have taken a picture and later teased her for looking like a Hot-Dog.
My eyes found the lukewarm cup of tea at her side and unable to resist I took a sip from it, missing the teas she made. She always aded some cinnamon into her hot drink, something I had at first found absolutely disgusting, but now I sneakily sprinkled some into any hot drink I made for myself, just so I could feel remotely closer to her.

“That’s mine.”

I looked up and felt breathless when my eyes locked with her tired and puffy ones.

“I thought you were asleep”, was all I said.

’ I thought you were asleep ’, instead of an apology or begging her to please, please forgive me. Not even an ’ I love you ’ slipped from my lips and I silently cursed at myself. When had I become so closed off?

“I was”, she mumbled, reaching forward to take the cup from my hands, bringing the tea to her own lips.

I watched her tongue lick the wetness from her mouth and nodded. “Yeah.”

Silence filled the room as another wave of guilt along with helplessness spread through me. My skin prickled and it felt as if every piece of my heart was tugged towards her. I suddenly felt off balance, as if I’d fall right into her at any moment. Y/N’s gaze didn’t leave my face and I felt exposed under her eyes, unsure as to how to interpret her stare. I watched as she sat up a little straighter, adjusting the blanked around her.

“Harry, I’m going to move out tomorrow.”

Her eyes locked with mine and her mouth was set into a tight and thin line, leaving no doubt to me that I had heard her right.

“What?” I choked out anyway, my throat dry and breathing heavy as if I was being strangled.  

“I’m moving out,” she replied, her voice so calm as if she were telling me what groceries we’d need to get, instead of breaking my heart. “I’m not happy anymore, Harry, and you aren’t either.”

“You’re moving out?”

Y/N nodded, a tired smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Her hands set down the mug before she pushed herself up to sit closer and lean against the wall.

“I have an apartment,” she continued, “I only have to sign a contract and it comes with furniture, too. The surroundings are nice and I’ve chatted to a very lovely elderly woman living right next to mine so… it’s great.”

Great. Not perfect. Because we both knew that perfect could only ever be when it was me and her together. My feet moved and I stumbled closer to her before sinking to my knees at her feet. I reached out for her without thinking twice and embraced her bent legs, resting my head in her lap.
Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks before I could even attempt to stop them  and soon ugly sobs fell from my mouth.

“Forgive me,” I whimpered against her knees as I hid my face, shame evident in my voice. My heart ached and my stomach clenched. “Forgive me, Y/N. I…- fuck, baby I…- can’t even tell you how sorry I am. How much I regret everything.”

I gasped upon feeling her small and warm hand settle to rest on my neck and her fingers stroke my hair, gently scratching the skin with her nails. My weeping increased at her tender gesture as I knew I did not deserve any of it.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered, her other arm finding its way around my shoulders, squeezing me to her and I relaxed into her body. “It’s okay, Harry. I realize now that I cannot force you to want me anymore and I can accept that. It’s alright.”

I pulled away. “What?”

Y/N looked at me with sincere eyes, unfazed by my shocked and disturbed expression. She hadn’t even flinched when my sudden movement cause her arms to fall from me. I wished I hadn’t shaken her off so quickly, now that we were disconnected again it felt impossible to reach out for her.

“That’s not true. You know it isn’t, how couldn’t you? Me not wanting you is the closest thing to bullshit that has ever come out of your mouth!”

I bit my lip to stop myself from raising my voice, ashamed that Y/N didn’t even react to my anger anymore. I’d pushed her to far. I knew I had. There was only so long I could punish my gentle Y/N for before she shut off and it appeared as if I had achieved just that.

“That’s not what this is about at all,” I spoke quietly, urgency in my tone as I tried to make her understand. “Of course I want you. I want you so much, Y/N, more than anything. You know that! I may have made you think otherwise but you know about my love for you!”

She shook her head, her fingers twitching against the soft fabric of the blanked.

“If so, then what is this about, Harry?”

I bit my tongue and looked away, her stare too much to bare.

“Huh?” she pressed on,  "No, you know what? You’re fed up with us. And it’s fine, believe me, but you could’ve at least have the guts and decency to tell me instead of shutting me out and only talking to me when it was to intentionally make me feel miserable!“

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes to keep the tears that had welled up at bay.

"You’re the person I love most and I used to be incapable of thinking about a life without you in it, but the way you treated me over the last months…? I deserve way better than that and you know that just as well as I do.”

I nodded, knowing that everything she had just said was true. I just wished it wasn’t.

“You deserve the world Y/N,” I whispered and fell back to sit by her legs. “You’re right about everything you said about what you deserve and that how I treated you was far from right. But I am not fed up with you. How could I possibly be? I love you. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me that I can’t treat you better but I’ll try, I swear, Y/N. I promise, baby, I promise. If you let me.”

“Let you?” Y/N exclaimed, her voice finally allowing some true emotion through, “I won’t just let my boyfriend take me for granted and treat me like shit, Harry! And now you think a few nice words could make up for what you did? Forget it!”

“I know,” I whimpered, desperately trying to make her understand and come back to me. It was ironic, really, as it was me who left her in the first place. Only difference between us now was that she had actually the strength to do it physically as well. She would move out and disappear from my life, the way all my kindness towards her had vanished.

“I know. And you shouldn’t. Forgive me still, my love, please forgive me. I love you so. Stay for us, I beg of you.”

Y/N leaned forward and gently placed her hand against my cheek. I leaned into her warm, soft touch.

“I love you, Harry,” she voiced quietly, mending and breaking my heart at the same time all over again. “The Harry you are right now. And I barley see this Harry I love so much anymore and I don’t know what to do. His replacement I can’t stand and now that I see a glimpse of the person I love so deeply, I don’t think I could bare one more day living with his cruel doppelgänger.”

Your POV

“I’m sorry”, Harry weeped. The sight of him on his knees in tears made my own eyes water but I pushed the urge to cry away. His hands held mine tightly as if he was trying to keep me still and with him for a long as he could.

“I can’t always give and never get anything back”, I told him softly.

He nodded, taking a deep breath before sniffling once more. I didn’t like to cause him pain, but a tiny part of was almost relieved to see another emotion coming from him than anger. It had become a rare sight, contradicting to the emotional person Harry had been all his life.

“I know”, he whispered, “I’ll give you everything and anything you want, I swear. Please, don’t give up on me, baby. Be stronger for us, stronger than me and let us fight!”

“Why shouldn’t I give up on us, when you so clearly have? There is nothing left that is worth being strong for, Harry.”

Harry pulled his hands from mine as his face twisted in pain. He wrapped his arms around his head, heavy, loud sobs left his mouth and his shoulders shook. My heart ached at the sight of him, hunched over and seemingly trying to hide himself away from me and the reality of me leaving him.

“Harry,” I whispered soothingly.

“I’m sorry”, he chocked out. “I’m so fucking sorry. This is all my fault! Why do I alway fuck up, Y/N? Why do I have to be stupid and selfish and fucking blind all the time?”

“No, Harry, no”, I sobbed and before I knew it my cheeks were just as tear strained as his. The desperation in his voice and the lost look on his face had my walls breaking.

I hunched down by his side and wrapped my arms around his shaking shoulders, cradling him close the way I had longed to for so many nights.

“No, baby, no. You’re wrong. You’re the most wonderful person I know, Harry.”

“If I was, I wouldn’t have treated you this bad”, he muttered. “And you wouldn’t be leaving me.”

I shook my head, not really sure what it was that I was trying to deny but he went on anyway.

“And I wouldn’t make this about my fucking self. I’m such a-”

“Stop, Harry, stop.” I pressed my lips to his cheek, feeling the stubble on his skin. I scrunched up my nose, sniffling loudly and brushed my hands against the skin beneath his eyes to wipe away the remaining wetness.

“Wow, you need to shave, babe.”

A laugh fell from his mouth, but my attempt at a joke didn’t ease him as much as I’d hoped. The tears still fell from his eyes and  his eyes looked lost.

“It’s true,” I whispered calmly, “You should treat me better. But you must remember that you are not a bad person, you hear me? You’re acting like one but that doesn’t define you.”

Harry looked back up at me again.

“Forgive me”, he sobbed. “Please, just forgive me. I’ll do whatever you want, just forgive me.”

I sighed. Harry’s green eyes were set on my face, his red, soft lips bitten and his hair a mess. He still had his muscular and tattooed arms around me, the warmth radiating off of him. Everything about Harry, everything that made him the person he was now, was familiar to me. And I loved every piece.

“I love you,” he said.

The sincerity in his tone made me shudder. We’d told each other those three words very early into our relationship.
I remembered how Harry had kissed me against the door of his apartment that night, drunk and lazy from our night spent at a bar with his friends. He’d brought me around them for the first time that night and a mixture of the drinks he’d downed, together with the approval of us he’d gotten from his friends, turned him into a handsy and giggly mess.

“Watch it,” I’d warned him after he’d given my backside a particular tight squeeze.

“Sorry,” Harry had murmured against my lips before silencing me with his mouth once more.

We’d been so in love back than, but had never voiced it before. I’d been nervous to tell him, fearing he’d think I was too forward too soon, yet when it had slipped out of me after his lips had left a wet kiss below my collarbones, there’d been no tension. Instead, Harry’d stopped his kisses and buried his face in my neck, whining about how he’d wanted to be the first to say the words. This resulted in us postponing our make-out session until I’d taken back the three words, so that he could say them first and I’d have to repeat them after.

“You’re such a child,” I’d laughed when he peppered my face with kisses.

He’d hummed. “Maybe. But one that loves you very, very much.”

Everything about us had been so easy back then, as if it were an entire different life that we’d led. How could those happy and enamored two people possibly have become us?

“Harry,” I whispered, “I think we should break up.”

Thank you all for taking the time to read this! I hope you love it as much as I do. Please let me know what you thought of it and should you have any ideas / wishes what I should write next, let me know! 

I’m so thankful for all of you guys and hope you’re doing great!

Part Two: http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/151240308268/you-gave-up-on-us-part-2

Rest of what I wrote can be found here:


The Purpose of Love // Chapter 2

Originally posted by alrdy-missing

credit to the original owner of this gif

Requested: the idea came from this anon

Pairing: Singer!Y/N x Fuckboy!Calum

Other series:  Paid to be Popular - Bittersweet Generation

Chapter One

Summary:  When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

Description of this chapter: Calum and Y/N is forced to be together out in public and they bring Michael so the whole day wouldn’t come crashing down. However, a lot can change in a few moments.

“I still think this is stupid.” You repeated after Michael’s speech about how it was the best for both you and Calum.

“Well, just get used to the thought.” Calum’s blonde bandmate chuckled, earning a death glare from Calum. He wasn’t very happy that you and Michael could actually talk together without biting off each other’s noses, unlike you and Calum.

“Six months is a lot.” Calum mumbled and Michael sighed again. He had been trying to convince you and Calum that PR wasn’t the worst thing that could ever happen to you - especially when it was rewarding in the end. He kept having small speeches about “fighting for publicity” and “you gotta do what you gotta do”. He was even worse to listen to than your manager, Louise.

“It’ll be over soon.” Michael said, giving up on the small speech.

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Word Count: 2188


“Snafu! You coming?”

Held in his hand were the countless letters he wrote for you, ordered so they would form a small diary that told stories of his time in combat. His stories varied; there would be pages that only stained his papers with hatred of the ‘Japs’, while others expressed his feelings about being miles away from you. He missed you, more than he thought he could. It was his feelings that scared him more than any battle, how fragile he’d become when it came to you. At times he would wonder what his life would be without you – impassive like he wanted, but also prominently secluded. His stomach dropped at the thought of you never entering his life, or that speakeasy for that matter.

What would he be fighting for if you were never in his life?

He couldn’t quite remember when it was, or what time but he certainly remembered the rain that completely drenched your cream coloured jacket,

– Flashback –

Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled on your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.


It’s too pretty to be thrown into the trash, but completely useless to bring home.


Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in your quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges; your bad temper is what got you out on the streets to begin with. But nonetheless you continued your way towards your home. That night you lost your temper, irked and tense, you simply needed a walk. Unfortunately Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that boiled your blood.


You were far from home, and refused – stubbornly – to go any farther. You knew of a speakeasy on the street you stood drenched in and began to look.




Almost instantly, you ran inside. Your ears rung as they adapted to the songs of the 40’s, followed by crowds that sang along to the lyrics. For a woman who had a fulltime job, you had no time to party, or go to a speakeasy for that matter. You told yourself you would only stay until the rain stopped, and that was after a drink or three.


“Well, aren’t you a rare dish” Your heart dropped to your stomach once hearing the inebriated voice slur in your ear. You inhaled the large amount of alcohol that man must had ingested…it sickened you.


“Can I help you?” Placing your glass down, you turned your gaze towards the man. His hair parted effortlessly in the middle with small hairs sticking out on the sides. It looked as if he had raked his fingers roughly through hair resulting in the chaotic reshaping. His chestnut orbs drowned in the duskiness that formed under his eyes, and his hands gripped the beer bottle that was close to being completely barren.


“Well yes actually you can, baa.” The man slumped forward so his elbow rested on the table, scanning you. You shifted in your seat from his unpleasant stare, hungry and completely cad. His short fingernails tapped on the glass of the bottle and his bottom lip held between his disfigured teeth.


“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He added, placing his hand on your exposed leg.


“I’d prefer if you didn’t” You said, pulling away from his hold, earning a smirk of pursuit.


“Feisty, I like it” persistent and a complete pig, he placed his hand back on you leg… you were both appalled by his childish behaviour and angered by his persistence.


“Don’t touch me” Once again – but more aggressively – you removed his hand, as you got ready to leave.


I’m sure the rain stopped. You said to yourself, paying the bartender for the countless drinks you couldn’t enjoy…thanks to that man.


“Where you going baby? Stay a little longer.” His rough hand finally left the bottle and clutched your upper arm. You turned and glanced at his hand, his effortless hold pinched your skin and began to pull you back. A sarcastic smile drew on your face as you met his gaze.


“Did I stutter? I said don’t touch me” For the third time of the night, you released yourself from an unremitting hold, the man was infuriated, emotions afflicted by the litres of alcohol that ran through his veins.


“Listen lady-“


“That’s enough man” A voice, heard over the tunes of the speakeasy spoke from the bar. Completely apathetic and impassive, he stared at the man with a cigarette barely placed between his lips. He sat alone, holding a depleted glass close to his frame before dropping the butt in its cavity.


“She don’t like it.”


Scoffing, the intoxicated man brushed him off as if he were a painting on a wall; his attention was back on you, noticing your angered expression and disturbed posture.


“Sorry about the interruption baby, don’t know who this wet sock thinks he is”


“I’m gunna ask you again, leave the young lady alone” He drummed his fingers on the wooden counter, lifting his head up patiently. The intoxicated man looked at the bartender who folded his arms in front of him.


“It’s the rules…either you leave the girl alone or you’re outta here” In defeat, he threw his payment at the bartender and mumbled subjectively as he stumbled down the steps. You took the opportunity to see if it had stopped raining, you heard small drops hit the roof of the building indicating it was still showering.  


You wanted to get home, no, you needed to get home.


You focused on the man sitting unaccompanied at the bar, crossing your arms and with a stubborn glare.


“I didn’t need your help.”


The man looked up, placing another cigarette between his lips before giving you a radiant grin.


“Seemed like you did, darling.”


You scoffed.


“A dame with an attitude…might I just say you’ve got my attention?”


He then got up from his seat and shifted down so he sat near your current venue. He pulled out a stool beside him and patted the seat gently.


“Sit dilly, I don’ bite” His attempt to secretly examine your physique was obvious, but you decided on keeping your comments private. You sat quietly, listening to him intake another drag of his cigarette.


“You know those kill you?” You said, turning your attention to him. A small smile formed on his lips as he exhaled the veil of smoke.


“I do” His answer was simple; evident he didn’t care much for the consequences… nor what people thought of his habit.


“I’m guessing you don’t smoke,” He said, pulling the cigarette from his dried bottom lip and held it delicately between his fingers.


Shaking your head, you let out a chuckle.


“Couldn’t say if I would like them or not, never had one” The man looked up, offering you his half finished smoke. Politely, you denied.


“It’s not a habit I want to develop” You said giving him a weak smile. The man nodded, placing the smoke back between his lips and inadvertently let it sit. You watched as he let the cigarette burn out itself, without a single drag…he focused on the creases of the wooden counter, nodding his head to the beating of the music.


“You don’t seem like much of a talker,” You said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that began to build.


“I’m more of an observer’” he said, dropping his finished smoke into an empty glass before fishing for his third.


Jazz bled from the microphone, which emanated the crowd to flood to the dance floor.


“Wanna dance?” He said, extending his hand out to you. You hesitated, keeping your hands on your lap.


“I can’t dance” Crimson stained your cheeks, you were never the lady to go out and dance, frankly you didn’t have the time. He smiled, gently taking your hand from your lap and peeled you from your seat.


“I’ll teach ya’” He said before twirling you around, steadying you by your hips.


“It says get your dancing shoes and drinks on too belle, we’ve done the drinking part…now its time to use our dancing shoes” He pulled you into the crowd where the trumpets instantly became louder. He held your hands as he spun you around, teaching you the movements of your feet, all while counting.


It was the swing out, a dance every woman knew.. except yourself. You felt duty, your feet constantly trampled his, and you would always end up hitting someone.


“This is hard” You said, almost completely out of breath.


“It gets easier, we’ll just have to practise weekly.” He said, turning you one last time. One hand found your hip and the other was joined with yours. The song began to slow down, both you and him continued to dance and you finally managed to dance adequately at the pace.


“Are you implying that we’ll see each other again?” He liberated his hand from yours to remove a strand of hair that covered your face, all before slipping it behind your ear.


“If that’s what you want” He reached for your hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a small kiss on the back of your hand.


“What’s your name?”


“Y/N.” Your hand was still moulded in his,


“Tu etes tres belle, Y/N”


“Merriel Shelton” He said, gently caressing the side of your cheek.


“But you can call me Snafu”


“I’m looking forward to seeing you again,” He added, dropping his finished smoke onto the ground before stepping on the butt. To no surprise, by the time the finished butt hit the floor, a new cigarette sat on his bottom lip. You pulled the cigarette from his mouth and placed it on yours. A devilish smile formed on his lips as he lit the cigarette.


“Me too” You said taking in a long drag.



“Snafu c’mon!”

Snafu lifted his gaze from the lose papers,

“We’re going home! Lets go!”

Home. A smile effortlessly formed on his lips as he thought about seeing you again.


God he missed you.


He quickly recollected his things and followed sledgehammer to the train. He was going home. He was going to see you.

The train finally stopped at the French quarter. New Orleans, the familiar scent filled his nose and his heart began to race as he inched farther from the train. He followed the trail of soldiers down the pathway, hoping the exit was quick…he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to see you.

During his arrival, you were at the elementary school teaching your class of students. Your students would draw and write letters to Snafu for when he returned. They adored Snafu… as much as he avoided showing the same affection towards them. Snafu was one to hide his emotions, and it brightened your day when he would ask about your students… he cared, he just had trouble expressing it.

Slumped back in your chair, you marked the quizzes they had just written. Your students were respectful, and gave you quiet when asked. Your marking was cut short when they all began to scream. Turning your head, you saw Snafu – in his uniform and with a bag slung over his shoulder – he stepped into the room where he was bombarded with greetings. It wasn’t until you tasted the salt from your tears that you realized you were crying, Snafu dropped his bag and lightly jogged to where you stood.

“Belle” He whispered breathlessly. His hands were on each side of your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was desperate, and coiled with affection; he missed you, so much.

Pulling away was heartbreaking, his happiness only added to the apprehension you felt, you needed to tell him. You had a secret, it nibbled at the pit of your stomach, and ran down your cheeks with the tears you shed, you were scared…you had to tell him.

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise.” He continued to whisper, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Your throat became dry, words clogged in your throat and no sound rolled of your tongue.

“Merriel we need to talk.” Finally, you pushed the words from your throat as they uneasily left your mouth.

His expression folded into worry, you never used his real name unless you were angry.

Is she angry with me? He wondered.

You excused yourself as you pulled Snafu into the hallway.

Snafu held onto your hand, like the night you two first met.

“Snafu,” You whispered, hearing him sigh in relief.

She’s not mad. He reassured himself.

Choking back the tears, you pulled him into a hug. Instantly his arms wrapped around your weak body in wonder…in fear.

“Snafu, I’m sick” The sentence left as a whisper, finally indulging in your tears.

I’m scared.


SORRY FOR NOT WRITING!!! Prolly gonna write a part two if y'all want it :) Hope you enjoyed! <3 Let me know if you want a part 2

Boyfriend Series: Yuta
  • oh he is one savage guy
  • and he is madly in love with you
  • and he always wants to make out with you
  • he wants you to listen to his playlist instead of yours
  • he wants you to stan FT.ISLAND and ONE OK ROCK more than NCT
  • bc he stans those groups more than his own group
  • he looks like a puppy when he’s asleep
  • he loves watching you cook
  • he wants to go to gym with you
  • he’ll challenge you in every single situation
  • “let’s see who makes it the farthest on treadmill”
  • “let’s see who can put the most grapes in their mouth”
  • “can you do this?” *makes a disturbing facial expression* 
  • “let’s see who dies first”
  • you lose every single challenge
  • because you don’t take them seriously
  • and this bugs him so much
  • “am i a joke to you? you never take me seriously”
  • “yes”
  • “let’s see who can hold on to this relationship the longest”
  • “oh God, Yuta”
  • you’ll go on dates very often
  • sometimes Hansol would tag along 
  • you’ll feel neglected because Hansol is Hansol and you’re just his girlfriend
  • “i can’t do this anymore”
  • “erm Hansol are you out of your mind?”
  • Hansol stopped third wheeling when he saw you sulking one day
  • he misses Hansol
  • he gets mood swings more than you
  • “i miss him but i hate him too isn’t he gorgeous tho? it’s only because of his blonde hair”
  • at this point you really want yusol to make up
  • “Hansol, he’s going crazy”
  • “uh oh”
  • they hug and everything is back to normal again
  • yusol ft. you is an official trio
  • “i love you both equally”
  • at times when Hansol is not there, he stares at you 
  • “it’s a game, the first one to blink loses”
  • and you thought he was looking at you out of love? lol nah
  • but he does love you
  • he can’t imagine going on a date with Hansol without you being there lol
  • he loves it when you randomly kiss him
  • he loves it when your younger siblings idolize him
  • he loves it when you cook his faves for him
  • he loves the way you eat french fries
  • he steals them too sometimes

Guys, I want you to go on and check out @ask-the-adorkables blog! This art is drawn based on her cosplay of Wirt from this post, their Dipper is also pretty nice, so please, stop by and ask something interesting! <3

Got7 Reaction to Inappropriate messages between member and sister.

Anonymous said:Can I get a got7 reaction to them finding inappropriate messages on their sister phone between her and another member.

JB: He was already upset by reading the messages, he seemed disturbed, but what a coincidence, the member who was texting his sister came up to him and asked about his disturbed facial expression, he couldn’t even look him straight in the face.

Originally posted by defsouljb

Mark: He’s right there when his sister phones go off and he see’s the message pop up from *Member name* . He then right there ask why is he texting something like that to her and why are they texting in the first place?

Originally posted by jordragon

Jinyoung: After seeing what he seen on that phone…..HE DON’T FUCK WITH MARK.

Originally posted by got7islife

Jackson: There was nothing inappropriate being sent between the two, except Mark’s nonstop compliments. So he threw a compliment he seen from the messages that Mark sent his sister, giving him an idea that he’s knows the two are “talking”

Originally posted by goddess-bruh

Youngjae: Oh you do not wanna know the type of messages that are being sent in this conversation. Both him and JB are disgusted asf, and that’s not even JB’s sister.

Originally posted by jackandjael

BamBam: He bet that shit won’t happen again.

Originally posted by dailygot7archive

Yugyeom: He just forgives the member for his horrible sins instead of completely fucking him up.

Originally posted by sunfloweryugyeom

Ultimate MasterList Click

The wonderful world and story of Natsume Yuujinchou

GLast year, in the middle of my final exams, I was scrolling down on Facebook when I saw a picture. It was an animation of this strangely beautiful creature;  It was something like a long-pink/purple haired horse, with a lot of earrings and disturbing mental face expression. One of his/its hands were human’s, and the other one, a hoof. It reminded me - in some twisted way i cannot explain - to the typical Japanese animal-type youkais or ayakashis, like spirited away dragon, or maybe it was the type of creature that could be a boss fight in  Legend of Zelda or FF title .

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Anyway, it immediately caught my attention, driving me instantly to look for it, the information the image could give me was the subtitle “die you inferior creatures” (which caught my attention even more) and the description: “Misuzu”, so I googled the name and what I got was this Clannad-like kawaii female character. After researching and researching, I finally found what I was looking for, and today I couldn’t feel more grateful. The awesome creature Misuzu was a secondary character of an anime called “Natsume Yuujinchou”; I’d never heard or read anything about it before, so the first thing I did was to look for its opening (the fire test for me), and It was beautiful. There was this regular boy (not a husbando type), with a kawaii cat and lots and lots of creatures like Misuzu, some looked human, another animal, other ghostly, other indescriptible. I looked for the plot and it seemed simple, and kind of “Meh” to me: the life of a boy who was born with the ability of see youkais. 

Even so, I decided to give it a shot, and some days later I asked my best friend to watch the first episodes with me. We saw like 5, and they were cute and calmed, nothing out of this world. It was about the regular-looking boy Natsume Takashi, who inherits a book in which the name of the spirits her grandmother defeated (apparently, she had the ability too) were written, and different stories that happened as he returned the spirits their names. At first I thought It would be a series for me to kill some time, nothing important; it had 5 seasons and the episodes didn’t have a continued line I had to follow, its episodic. So, just a distraction. Except it wasn’t. As I kept watching the episodes, they slowly started to snag my heart, until at the end, I realized they had owned it completely. 

I don’t want to do any spoilers, so I only want to talk about the generality of the series. I’m not analyzing it or making any kind of theoric contrast; as ridiculous as it sounds, this is just my heart speaking for me.
Natsume Yuujinchou it’s a shoujo, but not a romantic one. It is about emotions, the purest reflect of feelings I’ve ever seen. Sad, deeply sad emotions, but truly beautiful emotions too. In his quest of giving the youkais their name back, he comes across other problems youkais have.
These youkais are different among each other, - the variety is overwhelming-, and so are they problems, but Natsume always tries to be help. The youkai part of the series may not be realistic, but Natsume it’s so real it hurts… He is kindness personified, with all the vulnerability kindness brings. Loneliness, grief and fear are central in the series, but also the way Natsume deals with it.  He explores what his feelings were, what they could be, or maybe what they are and what they aren’t. His development within the seasons its marvelous, and so it is the development of the other main character: Nyanko sensei.
I read in some webpage Sensei was a “Deus ex machina in the form of a chubby cat, who is actually the most ferocious wolf”, and I couldn’t agree more. He helps Natsume, forming this unique, delicate and sometimes quite humorous bond with him.

The music is magnificent in every way. I loved the openings, the endings, the atmospheric sound, the filling melodies, it all fit so good with everything in the series.

I downloaded the piano collections and now it’s my favorite studying, sleeping, eating… living music. In the moments, the series gifted me in which my heart just couldn’t soften more, the music achieved to melt it completely.

The animation is, for me, perfect. The colors, the lines, the character design, the background design, the houses, the trees, the plants, the animals, the food
(oh my god, the food), and the youkais (oh MY GOD, the youkais) were absolutely wonderful. The Japanese folklore and the esthetics just works so good <3
This anime isn’t for everyone. I have recommended it to a lot of people and only one person feels the same as me. Even so, I don’t care.

I think it has something to offer for everyone, especially for me… for me, it’s a treasure, a true gem; I actually think I’ve become a better person thanks to Natsume.
It gives you… I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like it gives you the feeling of wanting to BE good, be kind. But what I like the most is that. Although how beautiful the series is,
it doesn’t give you the message that if you have the purpose, you can achieve what you want. Its more real than that, it shows issues about growing up, about human cruelty and
sadness, about love, friendship, family, human relationships and not-existing but same as real – in terms of emotions -youkai relationships. It reflects so good human nature.

I hope that someone feels the same as I do when I see Natsume, its truly something good (but I must warn you, tears are guaranteed). Oh, and also, season six (Natsume Yuujinchou Roku) is currently on air <3 So, yes, Tuesdays are the only thing I’m looking for right now, in the middle of a crappy semester. Thank you for so much, Natsume ~

ps. im sorry if i wasted someone’s time, this post is actually blubbering of someone who cannot get over her favorite series.

ps2. I haven’t read the manga, so I don’t know anything about the contrast of the anime with it

-Gabriela Rebagliati

-Well, It took me like 20 minutes to get this post done, because it has some really nasty format problems, but I ended up winning… Although some image or paragraph could be a little changed, it happen because I didn’t notice…

Anyways, great post, It’s a whole story on it’s own and this are the kind of things I like to see in the posts… But yeah, nothing to say here, except keep the good work and I hope to see more of you soon.

Wrong Number

Originally posted by street-crush

“You know her?” Haesol asked his manager who nodded his head narrowing his eyebrows at the weird question he was asking, of course he knew who she was. She was one of the few raising artist and everyone knew who she was. Her voice was like an angel and her face was everywhere on TV nowadays; interviews, variety shows and music shows. “Everyone knows her.” His manager continued explaining and Haesol shook his head looking up from his phone.

“I mean, personally.”

“Hyung has a crush on her.” Hyo Seob helped to explain which earned a smack from his senior making him chuckle and grinned up happily.

“Just ask her out hyung. She loves you anyway.” Hyo Seob rubbed her stomach from the smack he got.

“She likes my music, not me.”

“I think I have her manager’s number though. You could ask him for her number. Wait let me check, I don’t really know if I have it or not.”


“Fuck.” Haesol cursed as he looked at the text he had just received.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Sunghwa asked. They were waiting backstage as Min Taek was having rehearsals for his showcase this weekend and Sunghwa narrowed his eyebrows at the older man massaging his forehead and biting his lips as he looked at his phone. “It was her number.”


“The number they gave me. It’s her number.”

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anonymous asked:

Big fan of your art! Is there any way you can do kind of a "how to" when drawing members of the filthy frank show? Your art style is very good, but it seems to branch to very distinct when you draw them. I admire that a lot!

(sorry this is so late!!) well thank you very much! and i’m not very good at explaining anything so…i’ll try my best lol

okay so what i do basically is incorporate my pretty cartoony looking style with the accurate (but not fully detailed) features of whoever i’m drawing ya dig?

1.) just the skeleton. helps tremendously with mapping everything out.

2.) in this step i usually try to get the features right. reference pictures are always a huge help, esp when you are drawing someone so lovely, so aesthetically pleasing, so divine. (George’s features are entirely unique to him, like his nose and mouth and eyebags. the secret to Frank is in the eyebags pls) Frank’s expressions are sooo much fun to draw because they’re absolutely insane, so have fun with it

3.) just cleaning it up! my style is p messy so i don’t worry about the extra shit

pretty self explanatory with these two! just add a little morph suit (and salamander) i always give pink guy cute/mentally disturbed expressions. and with sal he kinda has the same expression bc rubbing your nipples takes immense concentration 

FINALMENTE fakey. okay i always make sure to give him the SASSIEST expressions and poses and crazy insane eyebrows. the hardest part of fake papa is probably his hat, but it’s basically just like a giant…like..like cone. or something. i feel like my version of fake frank is entirely unique to me, there’s so many different styles of him. so just find your own feel for him ya know? just don’t forget the blood. (also i give him curly puffy hair!!)

hope this was somewhat helpful/interesting to see! i don’t mind doing more of this if you guys like it


Our DM used to play with a group a few years back that suddenly stopped meeting and hasn’t been active for about a year. During his time with his previous group he played as a human ranger named ‘Lancer the fondler’.

Setting: the group is arguing over what to do with this bandit. A few want to interrogate him for information regarding the whereabouts of the rest of his bandit crew while some say he should just die.

Barbarian of the group(ooc): I want to execute him

Everyone else ooc: *Shouts of confusion and telling him not to*

Barbarian: I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS *rolls a success to execute*

Lancer: I fondle him

Dm: *sigh* fine.

Lancer: *Nat 20*

Dm: oh my god. You contort your hand through his armor and reach from behind the barbarian, under him, and straight to his bits. Lancer grasps him with great force. Do you do anything?

Lancer: *no emotion or expression* stop

Barbarian: *fails a will check and stops mid swing with a disturbed expression*

Lancer: *approaches the bandit with his hands extended towards him, ready to fondle*


This is one of the many adventures of Lancer. All in which he is completely emotionless and without limits to who or what he will fondle.


Inspired by @mizjoely ’s post.:)

John: So… You and Molly.

Sherlock: -without lifting his head from his microscope- Yes, John. Doctor Molly Hooper and myself.

John: Good… Good… -drums his fingers on the counter- -pause- -bounces his knee- -looks at Sherlock- So… -another pause- How is it?

Sherlock: Well, the fungus is reacting as expected to the ag-

John: No. No. By ‘it’, of course I don’t mean whatever it is you’ve got on that slide of yours.

Sherlock: -pauses to roll his eyes but then resumes peering into the eyepiece- Out with it then, John.

John: Well… You know… It. How is… It.

Sherlock: -heaves an annoyed sigh and faces John- If you mean the sex, John –and really I find it ridiculous how you feel so uncomfortable just saying it outright, “Three Continents Watson” –let’s put it this way: I am extremely observant, I see and process even the most minute details and catalog them, file them away for future reference. I have perfect memory for things I care to remember –and trust me, these things I care very much to remember –and I make sure to use such knowledge in ways most agreeable to Doctor Hooper and myself. Now, if you will excuse me… -stands and heads towards the door, reaches for his Belstaff and shrugs it on- I find myself in quite a mood now, and I am confident in my ability to induce Molly to indulge it, as her shift is coming to its close anyway. Goodbye, John. -strides out the doors in a swish of cape-

John: -stares at the doors with a very disturbed expression for a long moment, then shakes his head- You had to ask, John. You had to ask.


Killer Couples
The Murder Of Michaela Costanzo

On the 3rd of November 2011 in Nevada, Michaela Costanzo was lured into Kody Patten’s suv, where she was bound and shoved in the boot. Patten’s girlfriend Toni Fratto then joined them for a drive to “The Gravel Pits” section of the desert. Once there Costanzo was pulled out, Fratto sat on her legs whilst Patten slashed her throat. Afterwards Fratto beat her with a shovel before burying.

Toni Fratto and Kody Patten pled guilty to avoid a death sentence and received life sentences

The Doomed Relationship

18 year old Toni Fratto was a devout Mormon, quiet and a high achiever until she met Kody Patten, he had severe anger issues and took them out on Fratto. School footage captured Patten strangle Fratto but as she had the mental maturity of a 15 year old she didn’t realise she was being abused.

Michaela Costanzo was a pretty and popular girl who was a longterm friend of Kody, the pair only dated once many years ago but remained friends. Fratto became obsessed with the thought of Patten leaving her for Costanzo and became jealous, possessive and isolating by making him cut contact. Fratto kept a diary expressing her disturbed hatred towards Michaela.