fallen so hard

he was a king.

this was the year he was going to die.

may or may not have spent my entire sunday finding obscure indie movies to steal clips from to make this video. idk, you can’t prove anything. 


Got into Overwatch. Fell in love with a pairing. Wanted to defend the problematic assassin. Opted to let the cowboy defend him for me. Ninja brother is just being supportive. 

blazedgrayhaze  asked:

Hi Cassie!! i have fallen so hard for these characters but you might understand. i love the Dark Artifices sooo much, along with all your other books. Obsessed. Anyway, i wanted to know what was the funniest theory for you on why Clary declined Jace's proposal?

Pregnant with Simon’s baby. Not all parabatai are doomed!

cyan-sketches-things  asked:

Clemont has an I'm gay for ash song?! Tell Me more :O


Allow me to indulge you

So I don’t know if this is entirely accurate, but I’m pretty sure Clemont’s Japanese voice actor wrote and sang a song called Kira Kira, which basically explains Clemont’s feelings towards Ash, how Ash inspired him and all of the things he wants to become and wants to say to Ash. It’s VERY GAY

And then!! It became an actual ending song for the Japanese Pokemon anime—you know how animes have opening and ending songs? Kira Kira became an XY ED and it basically shows Clemont writing this letter with his feelings to Ash, while a screen is up in the background playing all of their gay moments in the show together and it’s the most wonderful thing in existence

I literally love everything about the XY anime especially the underlying tones of undying love Clemont has for Ash it’s so beautiful I cry every time

Anything For You

((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!


Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, clearly. ))

“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.

Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.

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Did you know that? : Monsta X 2nd Anniversary Edition 

Happy 2 years to Monsta X! 🎉🎂 I wasn’t quite sure about what to make this year so I decided to make this gifset containing a fact about each member. These all came directly from what the members have said themselves over the last two years! Now let’s get started on a message~ Thank you guys for the past 2 years and for many more to come. I have never been more invested in a group and honestly, I haven’t paid attention to any other new groups after you guys. I’ve fallen so hard for you since the very beginning. You’re my number 1 and you’ll always be. ♡ Thank you for all the love you give us Monbebes. Despite the hardships that you guys go through, thank you for continuously providing quality music and for all your hard work. All of you are so full of charms that stand out in their own unique way. You guys make us proud to call ourselves Monbebes. Just like how you look out for us, Monbebes will always be there for you. Congrats on 2 years!


Mag7 cast + Horror

Good horror is built on suspense. Shock has its moments, but it isn’t, and should never be, the defining characteristic of the genre.  - Johnathan Maberry


Aaron Warner, Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

“And I’ve fallen. So hard. I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I’ve felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I’ve known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I’ve seen things that cannot be unseen. And yet I’ve known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching. Love is a heartless bastard.” 

i’m not faking

12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

(I imagine this as happening toward the end of my fake-dating AU that I haven’t written yet, hahaha.)


The word falls from Bitty’s lips, and Jack stares at him, dumbfounded.

“Enough, Jack,” Bitty says, looking at him with eyes full of tears. Damn it, Jack can’t deal with that, with tears from Bitty of all people. Bitty’s been the strong one, this whole time. He’s carried on this whole charade marvelously, been there for Jack when Jack just wanted to abandon the ruse, convinced him that it was worth it to be a little bit fake in order to be completely true.

“Enough?” Jack echoes. God, how he wants – aches – to cross the room and drag his thumbs across Bitty’s cheeks, chase the tears down, banish them. He aches, more than ever, to close the space between their bodies and kiss Bitty. Not the fake, just-for-show kisses they’ve gotten so used to, but a real kiss, one that’s just for them.

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Group: BTS


1k celebration: “Take your medicene.” // “Don’t argue. Just do it.” // “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Summary: You fell in love with your closest friend and try to create a safe distance, but Jimin refuses to let you go which could prove fatal.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, hanahaki au

Length: 1.8k

A/N: i did a bad thing, but i do live for angst sooo. if you are soft and need comfort i’m sure i can try,,

(( Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.))

The small blue petals had been plaguing you with every breath, being forced to watch them flutter from your mouth was almost as torturous as being away from Jimin. But sitting on your balcony, as you scrolled through his messages begging to know what was wrong, you knew this was for the best.

The thin stalks had intertwined around your ribs, flowers thriving in your lungs as with every petal you were left thinking of him; his full lips stretched into an infectious smile and the way he scrunched his nose when he was concentrating. You had been in this situation for almost a week but had accepted your feelings and condition very quickly because you had been expecting it for a while now.

It was obvious that you were in love with Jimin, entranced by his raspy voice and quiet confidence; but the flowers that cluttered your lungs weren’t his fault. These forget-me-nots that erupted from your mouth in an almost constant flow, and coated your floor after coughing fits might have been because he didn’t love you back, but you never expected that from someone like him.

That was why you had distanced yourself from not only Jimin but the rest of your friends, you were scared to hear him crush the slim hope that somewhere in that huge heart he loved you as well.

The doorbell rang; startled you clamped your hand to your mouth as the coughing began, but you still stumbled to the door, tripping right before your hand could reach it as you fell to the floor with a groan. The combination of a lack of sleep and constant coughing had made you weak, so there was little you could do when you heard your door unlock, “You wanted distance and I gave it to you but I’m worrie-” Jimin halted, his set of spare keys dangling from his hands as he stared at the mess surrounding you.

But your mind had transported you back to the day you had first met, two young teenagers, standing at the same station to make the journey from Busan to Seoul. You had been enraptured by his smile from that day, your nerves had led to you both chattering nervously about the adventure you were just starting.

That was why you were dealing with this pain because the only other option was to lose everything about him from your mind. You would forget meeting his family and you constantly teasing him about his family album; you would be sacrificing the memory of eating ice cream on a hot day by the river, the sound of the leaves rustling around you as you had leant your head on his shoulder to finally feel at home again.

“Y/N, take this medicine,” In Jimin’s outstretched hand were two small white pills, you held your hands out for him to place them in not bothering to wipe the petals and blood from them, quickly swallowing the pills, you didn’t bother asking why Jimin had them.

Jimin looked tired, his radiance seemed to have dulled due to the bags under his eyes and dishevelled head and you watched silently as he knelt in front of you, both silently taking in each other’s appearances. Jimin was the first to move, as he slumped forward, leaning his head on your shoulder but your lungs didn’t tickle with petals at the close contact and with a smile your arms wrapped around his frame.

“Who did this to you,” his words were muffled in your hair and for a second you wished you had never heard him, wishing that your heart did not yearn for him, but it did and it might kill you. Jimin’s arms around you seemed to be the only thing grounding you, and when you both ended up on your sofa, thighs pressed together as you drifted to sleep, you wondered how you were going to get rid of him in the morning.

“Don’t argue, just do it!” Jimin had finally broken having woken up to you retching on the floor, the forget-me-nots had been replaced by the pungent smell of roses. Jimin used to love the smell of flowers, but these days it was different.

You weren’t the only one suffering from this disease, and although everyone had warned against it and Jimin knew the flowers wilted when he was away from you; yet when you were together the quickening of his heart as he would accidentally brush against you was too intoxicating.

Jimin had first coughed up a petal when you had stopped messaging him and had planted these seeds in the muscle of his heart and hard bone of his ribs. But his problems had only escalated when he had opened the door to see flowers, you were already in love with someone else. But Jimin was too far gone to leave you to suffer alone, he stayed with you supporting and helping where he could.

This morning had been the last straw, and Jimin knew if you didn’t get this surgery, he would lose you forever. However he had been presented with an ultimatum, if you had the operation he would lose any chance for his feelings to be reciprocated and would have to have his flowers removed as well or you would both die.

Your breath had become more shallow, the space in your lungs reducing when you saw how worried Jimin was for you and when you collapsed on the floor, and he scooped you up; you knew if you didn’t risk it all and tell him you loved him, all your feelings of Jimin would be removed.

But your vision was beginning to darken, snatching away your last chance as you felt warm blood leak from your mouth as the flowers continued to grow because Jimin had made roots wrap around your ribcage and now the petals were going to kill you. But maybe if you died in his arms, with his ear pressed desperately to your chest as he tried to make a heartbeat out over the sound of rustling petals, just maybe you could die happy knowing it was him you had fallen in love with.

Jimin had always hated the smell of hospitals, you should have been heavy in his arms but he knew you had been unable to eat these past few days. He knew when you were better he would hunt down whoever hurt you like this and make them pay, the nurses were shocked at the stage you had hit in the disease. Apparently, they were sure it would be fatal if he waited for the rest of the boys to come and help him decide if this was the best idea.

So he was forced to unwillingly let the doctors take your body away from him, watching them to make sure you weren’t hurt as they lifted your limp body onto a white bed as they wheeled you in for an emergency operation. 

The boys had rushed in just as the doors had shut to the theatre, and as they looked around for you, they all felt a sudden sinking feeling about what had happened in the time between Jimin texting Yoongi the news, to them getting there. Slowly the shared worried looks before Yoongi stepped forward, deciding it would be easier if he was the one to ask the question on everyone’s tongues, as he placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “Did you tell her how you felt?”

Jimin slowly shook his head, if he were to have one regret it would be that, but the boys seemed more shocked than him.

And it was Taehyung who having cleared his throat, was the one to point out the obvious, trying to keep his voice controlled and level to prevent him screaming at his oblivious friend, “she loves you, but you didn’t tell her?” Jimin frowned in confusion at his friend’s statement but stayed quiet as Taehyung continued, “So you’re telling us, Y/N is having the flowers removed right now?”

When Jimin understood what that would mean for him, the words hit him like a freight train, but he still looked up in confusion deciding he must have understood what he was implying wrong, but he still nodded slightly to confirm that you were having the flowers removed.

“She loved me?” Jimin cursed the stutter in his voice and just how weak he sounded, but he felt his heart break even more as the boys slowly nodded, and it finally dawned on him that he had completely lost any chance at curing you now, as well as himself. Jimin almost felt like he had betrayed you by not noticing that your stares held more than a love shared between families.

Just as this dawned on him that you wouldn’t even recognise him when you emerged from this operation, his knees buckled beneath him as he began to retch up a bloodied mess of flowers, to tattered to identify and right before he blacked out he locked eyes with your body in the theatre, “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

The surgeries were always successful, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear as you sat in the garden, happy to be out of the hospital issued wheelchair. The recovery ward for the hanahaki sufferers was always busy, patients comparing scars as they boasted of a love that must have been so fatal that it had left a five-inch scar.

But you disliked those conversations, seeking solace in the garden as you would often find yourself wondering how you ended up here and who you had fallen for so hard. Only the other day you had met your old friends, Jeongguk had sprinted into a hug and they were happy to see that none of your memories of them had been damaged, and yet you felt like something big was missing.

The nurses warned you all against dwelling on the damaged memories, as they called them. But as you admired the forget-me-nots in the flower beds, you heard the crunch of a wheelchair managing to manoeuvre over the gravel. You turned in interest, aware that most recent patients would stick to their rooms and mope about what they had lost, but as you took in the boy who smiled at you, revealing two slightly crooked teeth you felt your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t remember it ever doing.

“I can’t stand it inside, I’m Jimin by the way,” his voice sounded comforting to you and instantly you both began to complain about the food and other patients, and those damaged memories seemed so far away as you looked down at the boy with an eye smile that captured your heart in a dangerous way. But you could tell by the blush that dusted his cheeks, that you were not alone in this feeling.

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