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Who Did You Call!?

Three nights in a row now Keith was woken up in the middle of the night only to find Lance not in bed besides him.
Normally Keith wouldn’t be too worried about this, just whenever he asked Lance about how he slept all he got was a forced smile and a guilty “fine”.
Keith did trust Lance.
He trusted and loved him more then anyone else on this god forsaken planet.
He never even considered his boyfriend could be cheating on him until Lotor showed up.
Lance had once told Keith before they got together that his dream guy was tall, with long hair and is good looking enough to be a model.
A week ago Lotor had moved into the building.
The amazingly tall man with the body of a Greek god and the flowing white hair of a princess.
The super model that only seemed to own booty shorts and not a single shirt.
The guy that left Lance speechless just by winking at him.
Keith knew he was hot headed and tended to jump to conclusions so he tried talking it through with the most rational person he knew.
His brother Shiro.

“He’s been keeping secrets from me and sneaking around at night. I tried talking to him about it but he just won’t talk to me.” Keith whispered into his phone.
Yet again he had woken up only to find the bed empty where Lance should be.
Not knowing what else to do he called Shiro, despite it being 3am he had answered straight away.
“I don’t know what to tell you Keith.” Shiro yawned “if you think he’s cheating on you then you have to confront him, it’s better to apologise for being wrong then finding out he’s been dating guys behind your back.”
Keith nodded “yeah… first thing in the morning I will.”
“You know it’s probably nothing, I’ve never met a more loyal guy then Lance.”
Keith smiled “yeah your right, thanks Shiro.”
“No problem, night”
Keith hung up and settled back down in his pillows when he hears it.
“Hey it’s Lance again. I’m sorry I called you so late but I… I just needed you so much today.”
Keith turned over so he was face down on the pillow to try and hide the face he was crying.
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The next morning Keith could hear Lance making breakfast while he was preparing himself for the confrontation.
Right now there was no doubt in Keith’s mind that Lance was cheating on him. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Keith stormed in on his boyfriend “who the hell were you calling last night?!” He demanded.
Lance jumped up when the door was slammed open “n-no one Keith I swear!” He smiled but looked guilty.


“On come on I heard you’ ‘hey it’s Lance again’ didn’t sound like no one!” Keith snapped grabbing Lance by the collar.
Lance didn’t say anything, his eyes darting to his phone laying on the couch. 
Keith dropped him picking it up, keeping his glare fixed on Lance as he redialled.
The phone rang twice before a woman’s voice came from the other side.


“Suicide hotline.”
Keith stared numbly at Lance as tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. He hung up and tossed the phone aside.
“I… I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I-”
Lance was cut off by Keith running at him and wrapping his arms around Lance like he could keep him there by pure will power.
“Oh God Lance. I’m so sorry I love you I love you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t realise! I’m sorry I thought the worse!” Keith sobbed as Lance wrapped his arms around the shorter man.
The two sank to the floor on their knees hugging and crying with each other.
“I won’t call them again, just please don’t leave me.” Lance muttered burying his face into Keith’s soft hair just taking a moment to breath in his scent.
Keith looked up at him cupping his cheeks with his hand as he kissed him on the nose.
“I will never leave you. So please don’t leave me. If you need to call them then you fucking call them as long as you tell me as well. Because I love you Lance and I can’t live without you.”
Lance sniffed “I love you too.”
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Of course that didn’t solve everything.
Lance still tried to hide how he really felt at times.
But he had a stable and loving relationship that helped make the bad days not seem so dark.
Keith was his rock and as long as he was there he may just be able to carry on.
For him.

Drop all expectations and ideas. Stop the doing. And just Be. When the movement ceases you will find inner peace. Just stop for a moment and let everything fade away. In stillness you become in tune with the flow, and reveal the True Eternal Self.

the sweet pan flute the is played by capricorn. she channels her sacred god pan for the secrets of the universe and the music of the spheres. she plays the tune that aligns with the cosmic sound of planetary orbit that has long been revered by indigenous cultures. she inhales the breath of god through the flute, and this was a great source of amusement for pan. before the catholics prayed with ‘our father’, the ancients chanted ‘oh breath’ for they knew that god’s love was accessible through our immediate everythingness. pan preferred the fresh mountain air to the static of civilisation, and at their core the capricorn longs to return to nature, find a tree of wisdom, to conquer that mountain, and just breathe. it’s easy for her to feel suffocated. through pan’s flute she exchanges the flow of god into sounds of space. pan was abandoned by his mother, and it relates to the theme of parents in the capricorns life where in some form abandonment occurs, largely with the father. she frees the musical talents of pan through the flute she plays that tunes a song heard only by the cosmos. this is why they hold her in such high and prestigious regard, capricorn is adored by heaven because all symbolic forces united in loving vibration and preparation for her winter solstice birth

(art: Jasmine Beckett)

Scars that he leaves

Summary : Logan is constantly abusing you verbally, you’re way past your breaking point and he sees what he’s done and tries to fix it
*Logan x reader*

Warnings : fluff, angst i guess? Swearing

A / N : Hey readers! This is my first Logan fic and I’m actually kind of proud of it so if any of you have more requests for this I’d be happy to do them so send em in! Thank you all 💕

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You closed your eyes and felt tears of frustration  spill, you poured yourself another glass of wine and turned to Jean. She had a sad look painted on her face and she sighed, “y/n, he isn’t going to stop you know. That’s just his personality, you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it”. You took a fairly large gulp of the wine. You already felt drowsy and you could feel the 4th glass of wine pulsate through your blood stream. It helped, numbed the pain. The pain of rejection and the pain of the harsh words lashing at your weakest points. Hitting you harder everything. Making you bleed out. Sucking you dry of any hope of finding someone who’d love the broken sad mutant that you where.

 You flexed your hands and made a flame appear between your palms. It danced and caused you too giggle. “Jean, I honestly don’t give a shit about him, it’s the words damnit. How can one person bring me down so low” you whisper in fear. Heavy tears start flowing again. “God am I that ugly? That fat? That unappealing? That no body will ever love me… I’ve been alone for my whole life. Is there really no hope for me..” you ramble on, spilling every unspoken word. Stripping your soul bare, not being able to take the knawing pain that was stretching you,

Farther and farther. A knife coming down deeper.

Logan.

That one man that had that power over you. That moment when he saw you. The distaste in his face was so strong. You felt yourself recoil away from him and you were met with harsh words. “Dumb bitch” “Fat Whore” “Dead weight” . With that, you chugged another glass of wine, only 20 years old and falling apart. You’ve never had this issue before but it was him. The man you’ve heard stories about. The man who was your inspiration to train harder, faster, to make yourself strong and cold. It hurt the most, that someone you looked up hated you. The nights when it became to much you’d always end the same : in tears with empty bottles of wine. Only to find him repeating the same things the next day. Of course he would never know, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing this to you. Jean suddenly nudged you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to her and saw the sadness and pain in her face as she read your mind. The pain you felt became hers and a single tear went down her face. “ Y/n, I hate seeing you this way, you’re going to kill yourself at this rate”. You turn away and lean your head back on the couch in Jean’s dorms. You stared at the popcorn ceiling. It was colored a faded grey. Suddenly you get up. You needed a breather. The room felt as if it was suffocating you. “I don’t know why you put up wih my bullshit Jean,” you begin to walk out the room, until a wave of nausea washes over you and you find yourself vomiting up the content of your stomach which mostly consisted of a granola bar and a shit ton of wine.

 "It’s because I care for you, you deserve better than this and it scares me how bad this has gotten" she whispers in a motherly tone. “Let’s get you to bed,” she pull you up by the shoulders and guides you to the door. Your vision is blurred and you close your eyes in fear that you’ll get dizzy and vomit again.

 "What the hell?“ You hear a voice that makes your blood freeze. You wanted to drop to the floor because you knew that voice. It was the same voice of the man that caused you to be in his state. “Logan not now, just leave”, says Jean sternly. You hear a scoff, and some incoherent whispers, you’re afraid of opening your eyes and seeing that scowl on his face. The scowl that makes you want to crawl into the darkest part of your brain and never leave. That look that undoes you. You flinch when you hear the door slam shut as you exit the room. Everything blurs together and suddenly your in your bed, fast asleep before your head hits the pillow.

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*jeans pov*

You winced as Y/N vomited, she was so young and pure. Always over working herself to seem stronger. So nobody could kick her around, the minute Logan came and I saw her image in his brain, I had known it wouldn’t end well. He had a knack for pushing people away that he liked. Only to support himself by saying it was for their benefit, but this was too much. He barged into the room and I knew he had heard the crying.

Y/n eyes where closed and she mumbled some words I couldn’t catch. All she was thinking about was his scowl. So deeply burned into her brain, the pain was so strong I nearly dropped her. “What happened?” He mumbled, fresh worry painted his face and you rolled your eyes. “This is your doing, leave.” He scoffed at your words but you had to get Y/N out of here. You dragged her across the room and put her in bed. She fell asleep fast and you went back to your dorm. Logan sat on the couch inspecting the empty wine bottles. He looked up from the bottles and you glared at him. “Do you really need to be so damn harsh. She’s young and is a mess because of you.”

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, waiting for his explanation. “  I didn’t know she was taking it so horribly…” you scoff in annoyance, “Really Logan? That’s your excuse, damnit, you damn well know you shouldn’t mess around with the new students. There fresh out of labs or broken families, rejected by society and this kind of stuff sets them off. I’ve never seen anyone worse than what you’ve done to y/n. You crossed a line this time..”. He hangs his head and growls. “Well fuck Jean, she.. I don’t… nevermind…” He got up and stormed past you. “She won’t always be here for you to say sorry, you better fix this mess you’ve made” you call out after him. You see his head snap to the side but he doesn’t slow down. With that, you begin to clean the forgotten bottles and discarded tissues.

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MORNING AFTER :

*back to reader pov*

You woke up with a jolt. Your skin was covered with a sickly sheen of sweat and your eyes where glued together from tears and runny mascara. You rubbed them to get a clearer view of your surroundings. The alarm clock showed the time as 5 : 21 am. And you sighed as you shoved your head back into the pillow. Your head was pounding and you groaned as you remembered the last night’s occurrences. You tossed around your bed for 15 minutes, trying to will yourself to fall asleep.

It was no use so you decided to go on a walk around the school. You stepped out of your warm bed and shivered as you walked to the closet to put on some comfy sweats and a tank top. You could feel the humidity in the air so you decided to slick your hair in a ponytail to avoid any frizz. You threw on your shoes and walked out the door. The suns buttery morning light filtered through the trees and warmed your skin. You hummed in happiness. You had finally gotten some peace.

After a couple of rounds around the school you could feel your stomach rumbling. You ran inside and to the kitchen, you grabbed a piece of toast and walked back to you room. After finishing your walk you hopped in the shower. The water beads sliding down your skin relaxed every muscle in your body until you heard a loud thump and growl. You quickly grabbed your towel and ran into the room.

You gasped when you saw Logan seething with rage, “ Where the HELL WHERE YOU?” He yelled. You where frozen in your spot, unable to speak. He thundered towards you. Your arms clutching the towel tightly. You could feel his breath coming out in irregular and frantic beats. “I…Uh. wha?….” you squeak, not being able to form words. “LEAVE LIKE THAT AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, WITHOUT TELLING ME OR JEAN OR ANYONE… YOU CAN’T JUST…” He continued yelling at me but I was too dazed to hear anything. Fear filled you and you didn’t know what he’d to. You backed away a step as he yelled at you. His eyes where wild and you where panicking. “I’m sorry?…” you whimper underneath his looming shadow. He gave a exasperated sigh and shook his head. “Why do you care so much anyway? You tell me how useless I am everyday, you would be happy if i dropped dead right now…"You blurted without thinking and his head snapped up.

  You swallow heavily but stand your ground. He looked as if he was going to rip you in half as he pushed you against the wall. You winced at his grip against your hands and let our a yelp. His eyes remained merciless and feral. The towel around you began slipping and you yanked one arm away to hold it up. He only then realized your state and raked his eyes down your body. You shuddered against his stare. His grip suddenly became gentle and he dropped in front of you. On his knees he looked up ” Y/n, I’m sorry. For everthing. Christ, I didn’t know what I was saying was doing to you… I just… no excuse will cover the shit I made you go through”.

You remained motionless. His eyes pleading and warm. Instinctively you reach to run your hands through his dark hair and he closes his eyes and sighs. “Don’t hurt me again…please” you whisper. He leans against your stomach, “I won’t”. Then faster than you could realize his lips are on yours. His beard scratching your neck and cheeks as you sigh into the kiss. Emotions and lust coursing through your veins makes you arch your back as he deepens the kiss. Your intoxicated with him.

His hands roaming your waist, bringing you closer to him. His kiss trails along your neckline to your neck which causes you too moan softly. You gasp and cover your mouth in surprise at your bodies betrayal to pleasure. You can feel him smirk and laugh against your skin. The vibrations from his chest, make your bones rumble. You balance yourself by holding onto his biceps, which where bursting through the t-shirt he was wearing. You where left gasping for air when he was done kissing you.

“Logan..please slow down a bi..ah…t” you mewl as he nips the soft skin of your neck. He suddenly stops “Alright, you should put some clothes on,”. Your eyes widen as you realize your current state and he gives you a smirk. You rush into the bathroom and quickly dress into a oversized hoodie and sweats. Logans laying on your bed with his feet practically dangling off the edges.

You sit on the bed cross-legged until he wordlessly brings you down into his arms and holds you. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this. I was so dumb to do this to you…” He whispers. “I’m just happy that it’s over”. He rubs your back softly and grips you hip with the other. You’re nuzzling your head in his neck, giving him kitten kisses. He grows impatiently and you laugh. He pushes you against him but suddenly you smile and get up. “Didn’t think I’d let you off the hook that easy?” You laugh, he groans in annoyance and you begin to giggle. It was a better start than you’ve hoped for….

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BTS’ Spotify Playlists

– Updated 170411 –


Rap Monster’s Heavy Rotations

  • Perth by Bon Iver
  • Déjà vu by TWENTY88
  • Cleanin’ Out My Closet by Eminem
  • Rain by Razah
  • By Your Side - Remastered by Sade
  • About You by xxyyxx
  • Baby Blue by King Krule
  • U-RITE by THEY
  • Really Love by D’Angelo
  • CPU by Raury, RZA
  • Flim by Aphex Twin
  • Swim Good by Frank Ocean
  • One Mic by Nas
  • Karaoke by Drake
  • PRBLMS by 6LACK
  • 143 by Musiq Soulchild
  • My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker
  • High And Dry by Radiohead
  • I Love You by Lido

SUGA’s Hip-Hope Replay

  • N.Y. State of Mind by Nas
  • What You Know - Radio Version by T.I.
  • POWER Album Version (Edited) by Kanye West
  • New God Flow.1 - Album Version (Edited) by Kanye West ft. Pusha T & Ghostface Killah
  • The Way I Am by Eminem
  • Losing Out by Black Milk ft Royce Da 5′9″
  • My Moment by DJ Drama ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih
  • HYFR (Hell Ya F***ing Right) - Album Version (Edited) by Drake ft. Lil Wayne
  • This or That - Prod. by Statik Selektah by Reks, Styles P, Termanology, DJ Corbet, Freeway, Lil Fame of M.O.P. & Attica Bars
  • Ali Bomaye by The Game ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross
  • Bugatti by Se Hood ft. Future & Rick Ross
  • Notorious Thugs - Amended, 2014 Remastered Version by The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Work Out by J.Cole

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anonymous asked:

can you post the list of the songs bts have made playlist on Spotify ?(because i can't access spotify from where i live...)

Okay, I just typed them all out! I’ll try to remember to update this when Tae and Jimin’s playlists come out. If I forget, send in another ask and I’ll type those up too! I know how hard it is to not be able to access certain things because you’re in a different country. So please enjoy~
- Kristi
P.S. I typed it the way Spotify shows it, so it’s Title - Artist - Album

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Until it’s Gone (Loki Imagine) Pt. 1

Hey guys! So this is a fic that I wrote a while ago. It’s quite long so I’m going to make a mini series out of it as well! :) 

Basic concept: Loki decides to destroy a planet on your Wedding day. (Typical Loki right? Lol! XD )

I just wanted to say, I know with fanfics and imagines most people like to keep the background short and “get to the point” (aka fluffy romance & such- which I adore don’t get me wrong here!) but I think writing the background is part of the fun, you know? I feel like it then makes the romance that much sweeter. I promise I won’t do that with all my fics, but in these series type stories that’s pretty much what may go on. Just an FYI! :)

I hope you guys enjoy this Loki series! :)

“Where is she?” I boomed as the heavy golden doors of my fathers court swung open at my arrival. He watched me carefully; I new the games he would play, I knew them before I walked through the door. And he hated having the lower hand. “Answer me!” I yelled at Odin. I’d hated him before, but my feelings were murderous now, and if he didn’t speak plainly there would be life to pay. 

And his was one I would gladly take. 

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“Finally, be strengthened by the Lord and by His vast strength.”
Ephesians 6:10 HCSB

Paul the Apostle follows this passage with saying put on the full armor of God. It’s another way of saying wear Jesus Christ. Be so clothed in our hearts and souls with biblical truth and the spirit of God that Christ flows from everything that we do that no matter what the world throws at us, it meets Christ through us.

Deans head lowered looking straight at the burnt silhouette of the wings that where scorched into the dirt. His hand slowly moved touching the wing marks on the ground the dark feathers that Dean had only seen a handful of times. His eyes moved to Cas’s face, his lip starting to quiver trying to say something praying for him to say something back.

“Cas?” Dean says softly taking this hand away from the wing marks and slowly placing it on the side of Cas’s face
“Castiel?”. You could hear the lump in his throat as he said it his eyes building up with tears, trying his best not break.

His other hand grabbed Castiel’s hand the cold numb feeling of it limp as he held it. “Please Cas…” he put this thumb over Cas’s cheek “don’t you do this”. The weight on his chest becoming heavier and heavier as he tried to breath becoming too much and the tears started streaming from his eyes at the realization that he was gone. “Oh God why” his words flowed out “please God no” he put his hands on Cas’s side trying to pull Cas on his knee resting his face in his arms “no Cas please! Come back to me!”

His head rested down he couldn’t breath as he held Castiel’s body tight, his tears dropping from his face into Cas’s hair. “Don’t you do this to me!” Holding him pulling his head towards him.

“Please…”

“I love you…”