escape lies

9 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,242

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, blood and description of unpleasant injuries

Originally posted by runchrandas

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Aesthetics for the Lilith Signs

Aries: strip clubs, bruises, bite marks, tornados

Taurus: feral, rolling in cash, prostitutes, luxury

Gemini: cheating, heavy makeup, corruption, gossip

Cancer: Emotional manipulation, secrets, using people as pawns, playing the victim

Leo: ruling with an iron fist, neglect, fantasy, attention craving

Virgo: wolf in sheep’s clothing, servants, sickness, sharp tongues

Libra: jealousy, sickly sweet perfume, violence, discipline

Scorpio: succubi, homicide, seduction, mystery

Sagittarius: freedom, escape, lies, sinning 

Capricorn: coldness, authority, misleading appearance,  denial

Aquarius: bad choices, running with the wrong crowd, experiments.

Pisces: exploiting others, poison, drugs, insanity

Cate The Elephant - Daydream

You can drive all night
Looking for the answers in the pouring rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Looking for the answer

If we could find a reason, a reason to change
Looking for the answer
If you could find a reason, a reason to stay
Standing in the pouring rain

Have You Ever (Part 2)

Here it is! Finally, part two of Have You Ever! I truly hope you guys enjoy it cause this one was very hard for to come to terms with and be happy with it! Please let me know what you think! Love, B xx

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“Have you ever lied?”

The question leaves your lips before you can stop it and it starts something you didn’t want to get into, except you do. You want, you need to know if he lied to you. If he lied about how good being with you felt, if he lied about always wanting to fuck you, if every moan and every kiss and every word that left his mouth that night was just an outright lie because he was too scared to tell you he regretted suggesting a fuck in the first place, but most of all, if he lied about loving you.

Unlike the first time you had asked him a question like that, he doesn’t choke on his drink and he doesn’t frown like you’ve just asked him an offensive question - he’s silent, his face unreadable and void of any feelings that might give away what he’s thinking right now.

“Where did that come from?” He asks you, same words that left his mouth all those months ago when you questioned him about fucking someone bare. Harry’s voice is low and serious and it makes you bite on the inside of your lip, nerves and regret making themselves present in your heart.

“Just wondering.” You shrug, turning your back to him and opening his fridge. You need to occupy your hands or at least try and pretend you’re done with the topic, so you won’t have to continue this awkward and excruciating conversation that’s making tears sting in your eyes even though the both of you have barely said anything.

“Yeah, I’ve lied befo’. Everybody has, isn’t it?” Harry offers and you sigh, eyes closing against tears that threaten to escape.

“Have you ever lied to me?”

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Anything For My Queen

The Request: I was wondering would u want to do a one shot ware Negan’s got himself a queen they’re n love and she has a rough day so they choose to have some alone time and Negan enjoys her more dominant side

Summary: The OC has a hard day after Negan’s people decide not to listen to her orders and Negan tries to make her feel better. 

Characters: Negan & Reader (OC)

Notes: I should have done this a long time ago, I’m terribly sorry that it took so long. I’m working on some of the requests I have gotten. Slowly, but I’m doing it. 

Warnings: Swearing & Smut

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11307087

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

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anonymous asked:

you know that one gif where zayn is sleeping in just a towel and liam gently tries to wake him up by caressing his cheek.. i always wondered what happened next.. (maybe zayn slowly blinking his open with a soft smile when he sees liam and pulling him on top of him to cuddle or more;)) only if u want to could you please write another canon drabble? yours are soooo good! (for inspiration: zayndrogynous*tumblr*com/post/157117474724)

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Liam’s not sure how long he’d been there. He thinks maybe just a couple of minutes but it was probably longer than that. He must be in creeper territory by now considering this should have only taken a minute at the most but he couldn’t help himself. He was caught completely off guard by the surge of emotions that took over his body and mind the minute he laid eyes on Zayn.

At first he couldn’t understand why. He’d done this a hundred times before. It was deemed his job ever since they all discovered that Liam was the only one able to rouse Zayn from his precious slumber without having their heads bitten off. Secretly, Liam loved it. He loved knowing that this was another thing that made his relationship with Zayn special, that he was the only one able to coax a smile and a laugh from a sleepy Zayn despite his well known love affair with sleep.

Liam approached him slowly and quietly until he stood over his best friend’s sleeping form and just admired him for a moment. It was amazing, really, how beautiful Zayn was. He’s always known this of course, but he looked different when he slept. There was an innocence about him that only manifested itself when he was asleep. He loved watching him like this, looking so vulnerable and peaceful. It dawned on Liam that he was one of the few people that had the privilege of seeing Zayn in this state. Gratitude joined the heady mix of emotions already wreaking havoc inside him.

He leaned over and placed his palm on Zayn’s cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and Liam gently rubbed his thumb across the soft skin. He stroked his cheek and allowed his eyes to roam over Zayn’s face taking in its perfect symmetry, the flawless skin, those insanely long eyelashes, the fullness of his bottom lip.

His mind started conjuring up memories from their time together. His favorites were of the two of them alone, either on the bus or in a hotel room somewhere, talking about anything and everything, snuggling together, watching movies, playing video games and arguing over who was the better player. They’ve cried on each other’s shoulders more times than they care to admit and have found strength in their bond. Liam wondered if Zayn knew what an important part of his life he had become. 

His fingers glided across Zayn’s lips lightly, not wanting to wake him just yet. He fought the overwhelming desire to lean down and kiss him. He wanted to kiss those pink lips until Zayn woke up and kissed him back.

He suddenly realized that this wasn’t the first time he felt that urge.

Liam clenched his eyes shut tight and sighed as it finally sunk in. He knew now. He finally understood why today felt different. He opened his eyes again and allowed his hand to skate down Zayn’s arm studying the numerous tattoos adorning it while he came to terms with the realization.

He couldn’t deny it any longer. Today was the day he admitted to himself what he’d known all along: He was in love with Zayn.

He loved Zayn in a way that was different from the way he loved the other boys or the way he loved his family and friends. Liam had Zayn’s friendship already but he wanted so much more. He wanted his heart, his respect, his admiration, his time and yes, his body. He wanted to hold his hand whenever he wanted, share a home with him and celebrate anniversaries and all that sappy stuff. He wanted to come first for Zayn the way Zayn came first in all things for Liam. 

He wanted everything with Zayn. 

Liam’s eyes traveled back up towards his face and he froze. Zayn was awake and was looking right at him. Liam pulled his hand away instantly, dropping the water bottle he held in his other hand in his haste. He felt his face burn with embarrassment after being caught red-handed. He probably had a dopey smile on his face the entire time he had been daydreaming about happily ever afters with Zayn. He was mortified.

“I uh - sorry, um,” Liam stammered, completely tongue-tied and unable to come up with a good excuse for his behavior. He considered just running out of the room without any explanation and took a step back, about to do just that.

Zayn’s hand reached out and grabbed Liam’s before he could make his escape.

“It’s okay, Li,” Zayn said to him, no anger or judgment visible in his face. Just that same fond smile that Liam had seen time and time again. Zayn tugged his arm down forcing Liam to sink to his knees beside him. Zayn reached his other hand up and cupped the back of Liam’s neck in that all-too familiar way and pulled him closer.

Liam’s breath hitched when Zayn brought their foreheads together. Liam’s heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest it was beating so fast.

“I love you, too” Zayn whispered softly, his eyes shining and full of hope. Liam exhaled and smiled, his body sagging with relief after hearing Zayn’s confession.

“Uh, are you - really?” Liam asked. He needed to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming all of this.

Zayn didn’t answer but his smile grew bigger as he pulled Liam in the rest of the way and proceeded to kiss him. He kissed him long, slow and deep. It was better than anything Liam had imagined.

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On July 30, 2008, a carnival worker named Tim McLean (22) boarded a Greyhound coach bus bound for Winnipeg to see his mother. Shortly afterwards another man, Weiguang Li (40) boarded the bus and took a seat near where McLean was listening to music on his earphones.

When the bus was nearing Manitoba, Li suddenly brandished a butcher knife and began stabbing McLean in a frenzy. The driver quickly stopped the bus and got the other passengers safely outside, but Li continued to stab McLean in his chest and face, and then decapitated him. Li took the severed head to the window and showed it to the horrified passengers outside. He was also seen eating strips of flesh from McLean’s corpse.

Police were reluctant to enter the bus due to the fact Li was wielding a knife, so they waited until the killer tried to escape - Li was tasered and handcuffed, and was heard screaming “I must stay on the bus forever”. Tim McLean was stabbed over three dozen times,and police later found his tongue, nose, and ears in Li’s trouser pockets. McLean’s eyes and part of his heart were never recovered; Li presumably consumed them.

Li was arrested and charged with McLean’s murder, but at his trial his lawyer claimed Li was mentally unstable and believed he had been acting on God’s commands. The judge accepted this claim and remanded Li to a psychiatric institution.

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“He held up a book then. “I’m going to read it to you for relax.”
“Does it have any sports in it?”
“Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders… Pain. Death. Brave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.”
“Sounds okay,” I said and I kind of closed my eyes.”
William Goldman, The Princess Bride

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Communication at the purest is a desire,
Not suggestion but rather what I require.
It is what I need and not just another liar,
Tell it to me straight as it gets me higher.

Lies escape the meaning of taste for me,
Their sweeteners are fabricated travesty.
When swallowed they sour on hyperbole,
Collapsing with the weight of their gravity.

Don’t sugarcoat the honesty that I crave,
Feed it to me raw because I like the pain.
Provide me a fix as I’m feeling depraved,
The addiction for truth burns in my veins.

oblivion-time  asked:

“your face is extremely close and i cant concentrate” au. I can so see the potential for some soma :3

Thanks so much for the prompt, OT! @makapedia sent me the same one at almost the same time, so clearly it was fate.

Also, makapedia is my betababe eternal. Thank you for your eyes and for your italics enabling :)

We’re All Scrambling
Read it here: FFN | AO3
Rated T for language, suggestive situations and Soul’s perpetual suffering.
Summary: Soul hates the library, but he loves naps. Unfortunately, Maka needs a very specific book, and he’s in the way.

ok here have this awkward library UST two-shot:

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Requested Anonymously

This was just meant to be a sweet little piece of fluff and it turned into a GREAT BIG CHUNK OF FLUFF because I couldn’t help myself. Also, all quotes from The Princess Bride are written by William Goldman and do thusly belong to him.


The Doctor was angry. Very angry. Not at you, but just at… the situation. You were sick, you see. If you had developed cancer, he would have been able to cure you. If you had contracted some rare tropical disease, he would have had that covered, too. Broken bones, muscle damage, third-degree burns, paper cut? He would have had everything under control in no time at all. You wouldn’t even have had time to realize that you were in pain. But you didn’t have any of those things.

You had the flu. A silly strain of simple, stupid, human flu. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

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