god this hurts so much

I tried. I tried so hard to be everything you wanted. To make you happy. To see you smile. To hear you laugh. To be what you need. I tried so god damn hard and that is why it hurts so much that I wasn’t enough for you.
— 

I tried.

But that wasnt enough for you

The Six Thatchers blog post from season 2 was fake, a murder mystery John wrote for Sherlock as a Christmas present. If you read it you’ll see Sherlock literally asked a mall Santa for a murder for Christmas. Because one didn’t happen, John created one as a gift. ***Oh my god, my heart hurts so much right now*** In the story the murder victim was dating a man but loved from afar by a woman. Keep in mind this was written while Irene was in the picture. Write what you know, eh John? Such a good storyteller. He even had himself do most of the work, mentioning how brilliant Sherlock was during the whole thing, barely lifting a finger. What a beautiful Christmas present. THAT’S WHY SHERLOCK WAS READING THAT POST AT CHRISTMAS IN A SCANDAL IN BELGRAVIA. It was John’s present to him. It’s the post that had the counter stuck on “1895”.

The Six Thatchers episode follows the concept of The Geek Interpreter – stories miraculously coming to life. John’s Christmas story came to life – this is why Sherlock is so bent on premonition, fate, and Death in Samarra. The Lying Detective will be more of this. ***No characters in Sherlock in episode 11 go “Hmm, smashing thatcher busts? That happened already.” because it wasn’t a case. It was a story.***

Can you believe John loved Sherlock so much as to create that for him? My heart is hurting. I welcome death.

10

That makes me think about those times I wanted to grab you and kiss you. But you didn’t know, so I would just pretend everything was cool. But really it was killing me. And I remember all those mornings before you even put on your makeup, when I would think to myself, “My God, she is beautiful.” And it hurt so much because I knew I could never tell you. But it was worth it just to be there looking at you.

Confused Love

They told me it would get better, when it all happend

I knew that was true

They told me the pain would subside

And I knew that as well

I knew and accept your reasons

In fact I knew everything I was being told

But the funny thing is, like a dog

Love doesn’t know

Love doesn’t know why you stopped calling

It doesn’t know why I don’t feel you anymore

Love doesn’t know why there is a sudden cold

And it doesn’t know why anything happened

Maybe that’s why it hurts so god damn much

Because no matter how much I know, or how much I learn

Love won’t know why you left

And love won’t know how to stop loving

Out of the corner of my eye,
I recognize a wisp of your hair
in a long and crowded area.

You don’t even look in my direction,
but my eyes can’t stop to remember
all we’ve done together.

How we’ve made eachother laugh,
how we’ve cried together,
how we’ve supported eachother,
how we’ve always been honest with eachother,
how we’ve been in eachother life’s everyday for the last half decade.

And now I have to pretend like I don’t even know you,
When I know you better than I know myself.

And it hurts.

God does it hurt.

It hurts so much
that I’ve written a fucking poem.

—  To My (ex) Best Friend
I’ll Be There - Part 7

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3200 (bless) 

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: I have a feeling this series might go over 10 parts 😁 Enjoy Xx 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Oh God, my head hurts so damn much.” You wince at the pain from turning your head even just to look at your phone. You feel the nightstand for your phone, but then your hand brushes over a piece of paper. You pick it off of the table and read it.

You drank a lot last night Y/N. I stayed the night just in case something happened, I hope you don’t mind. I also made you some hangover soup. I don’t know how long you’re going to be asleep for, but if you wake up early it should still be warm :P I have to leave now because of work. Feel better soon!

- Hobi

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Hello friends! I have come with Hannistags AU for you, courtesy of @camilleflyingrotten and her brilliance. BIG big thank you to @pieofthelord again for translating! This is a monster this time, I hope you enjoy!

Set concurrently with the latest installment

(Note: After speaking with Camille, we agreed that 6 moons, or months, was an unusually long winter. As a result, Hannibal’s absence has been shortened to 6 days. This is not an error, this is a correction)


“Mmm… smells like spring is coming! What do you think Hanni?” I beam in the sunlight, it’s getting warmer nearly every day. I can’t wait until I can shed this stupid, cumbersome coat. I’ll be running circles around him when it’s warm enough, can’t wait to see him try to catch me…

I turn back to see his reaction. He lumbers over the hill after me at a leisurely pace, he inhales and comments, “Warm… c'est le printemps, non?” We’re still working on the language thing, he’s getting there though.

He looks down at the brown grass where the snow has melted away, “Oui, le printemps arrive. Bientôt, tu n'auras plus besoin de moi pour te protéger du froid la nuit.” His hooves kick snow back over the grass.

“Ugh, I can’t wait any longer! I just love warm weather, don’t you?” I sprint for joy, delighting in the crunch of ice under my hooves and the soggy greenery beneath, “Well, maybe you don’t, that big heavy coat of yours.” I turn back to him, cocking my head, considering.

I trot up to him curiously, hands outstretched, “I bet you look all skinny and weak in summer, don’t you?” I thread my fingers under his coat, finding the hard planes of muscle and stroking, “I bet you’re a tiny little squirt, all this fur is just for show.” I wink at him, giggling. I’m glad to see him brightening, his lips curling up. He loves it when I do this, touch him like this; it fixes his bad moods right away.

A low growl rumbles up through his chest, vibrating under my fingers, “Je peux t'assurer que je suis tout sauf “tiny”, petit insolent.” His smile stretches to the side, becoming a smirk. His eyes glitter and he folds his hands over mine, pressing mine up to his heart. I can feel it beating, healthy and strong. The rumbling grows stronger, he almost leans into me, completely surrendering his weight, except he keeps his grip strong, pinning me against him.

My eyes flick between his half-smug, half-dazed expression, and our hands looped together in his fur. I swallow and exhale slowly, surprised that I can see wisps of it even in this warm weather.

I look up at him, suddenly aware of how still everything is. He isn’t smirking anymore. He’s just looking at me with a strange, patient stare, like all he wants to do in the world is look at me. Something perches in my throat and I’m not sure what it is but I’m afraid to let it out. I smile instead, brightly, fully. He softens and smiles back. This is so good, I… feel so good when I’m with him. I don’t know what this is, but I know I like it. And that’s enough.

I pull free of him, gently, and he lets me go. It’s a quiet, sunny afternoon in each other’s company.

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Behind Closed Doors (E2-Harrison Wells x Reader) Imagines



Imagine:
You and Barry had just gotten back to S.T.A.R. Labs after taking down Gorilla Grodd. Both of you were injured, and needed medical attention. While Cisco and Caitlin were treating Barry, the one and only Harrison Wells was treating you.

*~*~*~*~*

“Ouch!”

“Just bear with it.”

“But it hurts so much!”

“Oh, for god’s sake, _____! It’s not like it’s your first time.”

Barry, Cisco and Caitlin all stared at the closed door to the medical bay, wide-eyed and shocked. While they knew you and Harry had a love-hate relationship going on, there was no way they could’ve predicted this.

Cisco leaned over to his friends. “You don’t think-?”

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she’s born larissa and her heart isn’t big enough. she’s hooked up to tubes for two weeks after her mother goes into labor and they’re all so scared but she makes it. it’s a story her family tells on every birthday, every graduation, in a language she barely understands but she’s learning.

she’s born with a small heart and sometimes she thinks it’s still there. one day, her mother comes home with a puppy and all larissa can do is say “thanks,” and take the dog (oreo) back up to her room. her family starts to make jokes, calls her “con mô” (serious child), and she gets used to it. some people are just born with small hearts, she thinks.

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PINK TASER
  • Lithuania: *sneaking up behind Poland* Hey.
  • Poland: I have a taser! *tasers Lithuania*
  • Lithunia: *falls to ground unconscious*
  • Poland: Oh, my God. I am so sorry. I didn't think it would hurt so much. It's pink.
  • Lithuania: It didn't feel pink.
  • Poland: I didn't know it was you. I thought I was being raped.
  • Lithuania: That's not what rape feels like.