Oh my gosh. (cries)

I just read the chapter where Honey gets a cavity…. and I wish the episode had followed along with the original plot line a bit.

It was actually the Valentines Day story, and so when the Host Club turned down sweets it was actually including all the chocolate they would get on Valentines Day. 

And then at the end of the chapter, after things are resolved with Honey, Tamaki announces that they’ll be celebrating Valentines day in the club and the twins are like: “Nobody is going to give us chocolate, it’s the day before, it’s too short notice to make any.”

And he’s like: “No, we’re going to celebrate it the European way!”

And then: 

They give all the girls a rose. 

And it’s just so cute, dANG IT.

For my Giving Tuesday #thek30lyn perk, one of the lovely donors requested I enjoy some green mint chocolate chip ice cream as my “dare.” Because she cares!!! And enjoy I did!!! Thanks, Gear! I enjoyed the ice cream and appreciate your support of Kaitlyn’s Gonna Donate! ❤️

I Need You (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Originally posted by banshy

Warning(s): Angst, Character Death 

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader

The howling sound that the strong winds emitted echoed off the ivory walls of the three storey building. Coldness enclosed the manor, while a strong sense of sadness loomed over the home like a thick thunder cloud that was ready to burst with heavy rain. You never felt like this before; a mixture of both regret, sorrow, and aggravation. The multiple emotions danced through your body and tugged at your throbbing heart.

You wanted this to end.

Fluffy, grey storm clouds crept through the city of Gotham and towards the manor that your once happy family resided in. Your dewy eyes peered out through the large window, while your numb fingertips clawed at the cold, foggy glass that separated you from the outside.


For once Gotham looked peaceful - it looked safe. But you knew deep down that wasn’t the case. Gotham was a toxic breading ground for crime, and it didn’t help that you were a product of this violent city. 

“Ah, Ms. {Last Name}…I didn’t expect you to be up this early.” The soft and posh voice of your butler; Alfred said, pulling you out of your head. 

“A-Alfred…Yeah, I just - I just wanted to walk around for a bit.” You whispered, the sound of the wind whipping through the hallway eased the tension between you two. Your damp silk nightgown stuck onto your body, indicating to Alfred that another nightmare has taken your peaceful night of sleep. The old butler shuffled towards you, his hands holding onto a mysterious item.

“I know this might be rude of me,” he let out a deep, shaky sigh while his eyes peered straight into yours. “You need to get over your grudge you have against Bruce. This tension you two have is a pestilence in your relationship.”

“But Alfred–”

“You two need each other; more than anything now. I understand that you’re still mourning, but so is Bruce. That boy was like a son to him.”

You turned your back towards Alfred, you couldn’t take his stare anymore. He was right, of course he was right, you needed to talk to Bruce. Salty tears rolled down your cheeks and your tense shoulders became slack. Thoughts about the dark haired boy that went by the alias of Robin filled your dark mind.

Jason was too young, too naive, and too headstrong.

He didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t deserve to be murdered.

Alfred walked towards your side, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. The smell of expensive tea and luxurious fragrances wafted off of him. You leaned your head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed the tears off of your face.

“Talk to him, {Name}. He needs you.”


Here you stood, face to face towards the oak door that separated you from your lover; Bruce. It’s been a whole month since you took a step into your shared bedroom with Bruce. After the funeral you ordered Alfred to fetch your things and put them in a guestroom that was on the other side of the manor, not even bothering to tell Bruce about it. You shut your eyes while your hand played with the hem of the object, it’s softness soothing you. 

With a quick movement you opened the door, only to be hit with a wave of remorse. How could you do this to him? How could you leave the only man you love to wallow in his pity. The sight you were met with was unnerving and the epitome of melancholy. 

The once strong and handsome playboy that you fell in love with now small and weakened by sadness. 

“Alfred I told you I–”

“It’s not Alfred, Bruce…” You saw him tense at the sound of your voice, which only hurt you more. “I-It’s me.”

He went quiet, not saying anything. You stood there and played with the soft wool-like object some more, hoping that it’ll calm you. You took a step forward, only to stop when the man before you shot up, the sound of his bones popping filled the air. Bruce’s dark eyes peered into yours, and for a minute you could see the old Bruce.

Not the billionaire playboy; but the innocent and loving child that lost his parents. The same child that had to grow up and find himself in this mad city, the same child who vowed to protect Gotham with his life. You let out a low wail as you began to sob. How could you leave this man - this child who needed you?

“Bruce…I-I’m sorry! I know you don’t want to see me now, but I’m–” 

He pulled you in a hug, silencing your cries. He smelt of firewood, bourbon, and sweat. You pulled onto his shirt, pushing your body deeper into the hug. You missed this. You missed his touch, and his smell, and his presence. 

You missed Bruce.

You continued to sob into his grey shirt while his rough hands wondered around your back. His chin rested on top of your head, while your face is pressed against his chest. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shush…It’s not your fault.” Bruce said, his words mending and molding together. He’s right, It’s no one’s fault. it wasn’t yours nor his; it was no ones. You slowly pull away from the man, your eyes still filled with tears. Without a second thought you rubbed the object against your face, rubbing away the tears that stained your eyes. It smelt just like him

“I-Is that…?”

“Yes, Bruce. It’s Jason’s favorite hoodie,” You said, stretching out the sleeve of the red hoodie. Bruce stood and watch, taken back at the wool garment. 

“May I…?” Bruce said. You knew what he was trying to ask, slowly you handed the man the red hoodie, watching as it slipped from your hands. Bruce fingers played with the cheep fabric, tugging and pulling on loose ends that adorn the hoodie like a Christmas tree. Without warning Bruce dropped the hoodie onto the wooden floor and with one quick movement he held you in his arms.

“He’s gone, {Name}. He’s really gone…” He choked out, his voice shaking with every word he spoke. 

“I know, I know, I know…”

“Please, {Name}. Please don’t leave me…” Bruce said, his voice sounding desperate and full of hurt.

“I need you.”                            

anonymous asked:

I love all your stories UR an amazing writer never think otherwise u always surprises me with ur writing and plot twist maybe u could make a power point or power map/point map that would maybe make it easier for you to write but tbh I don't think anything needs to change I love ur writing as it is and it only gets more and more amazing for every time

Your not being selfish, don’t worry! I think all your writing is great tbh, but if it isn’t pleasing you then I think you should do what you heart wants <3 take a break and think it through, stay healthy and be happy! Your brilliant~ have a nice day!

minsuga–genius said:Im sorry you feel like you havent been getting as much appreciation! I love your writing and I especially love the concept of live life golden! I promise in the future I will be more vocal in my appreciation of your work <3 obviously dont write it if you dont want to, but i will eagerly wait for you if you do continue writing <3 <3 <3

amazzjin said:Ahhh zoie your writing is amazing, even though you may not feel that it is, i know for a fact people do love your fics and will continue to support you no matter what ❤

the-golden-jhope said:I don’t know if this helps but your blog was the first blog I followed for fanfictions and I really love you. Live Life Golden is so good and so is Tomorrow! Your writing is just absolutely amazing and I hope you dont delete anything. I love you Zoie

ugh i need more positive people like you guys in my life all the time plz hahaha i understand that taking a break is good for me now and that it actually brings out my creativity more. 

I like that powerpoint idea as well.

Um so this is what is going to happen. I am going to finish Yesterday on my own time in my wattpad drafts for now. There is like 3 more chapters for me to write and then i will upload them all starting at chapter 16. 

Live life golden is on break because admin e is studying for exams and honestly thats like wayyyyyyyyyy more important so yeah haha (send here encouragement on it she’s been stressed <3) 

When tomorrow comes is a story that will be written on my own time. As in. when i have the time and i feel like working on it. i will. 

but i have a story that i will be updating every other day soon. Starting tomorrow. haha tonight is my sisters birthday so i cant upload it tonight. but i can post a teaser which i will in a few moments. <3


Whose bad end is this again?

aka thoughts that keep me up at 2am if we had his ROUTE


all time low + inspirational lyrics from each album (with the help of @gabricl)

put up or shut up (2006) - the party scene
so wrong, it’s right (2007) - stay awake
nothing personal (2009) - therapy
dirty work (2011) - time-bomb
don’t panic! (2012) - so long, and thanks for all the booze
future hearts (2015) - missing you

  • he’s tol af
  • black hair
  • comes up like someone intimidating but is actually a dork
  • he jokes around but know when to back off and if he realize he went too far apologize right away
  • his horrible laugh
  • he wants to make nekomata’s dream true, he respect his coach so much
  • HIS ARMS !!!!!!! !!!!
  • when kenma is lost in his games and get missed he goes and search for him himself // light novel, during the trip to miyagi before playing agianst karasuno
  • biggest meme
  • he helps kenma with his studies 
  • he’s in prep college class and is also captain so he has plenty of responsabilities already
  • he’s in prep college class and how awesome is that!!! !!!!¡¡¡¡
  • he wants to fight people he doesn’t like 24/7
  • he also helps people that is not from his team *coughtcought||tsukki||coughtcouht*
  • HIS BACK DAMN !!!11!!1!
  • his provocation comments are on point
  • he knows exactly what to say and how to say it for encouring people to do better and try
  • he’s one of the most reliable characters imo 
  • his smile is so adorable it makes me cry
  • he says he is kind as a joke but he actually is, he’s probably not aware of how great of a person he is and makes me want to hug him
  • he sleeps on his stomach while pressing two pillows onto both his ears and his hair and it makes me want to hug him too
  • his leadership skills are unquestionable
  • silly comebacks like “for someone who is so clearly lacking in docosahexaenoix acid, I dont think your opinions have much validity”
  • has grudge on people for silly things “coughtcought||chapter200||coughtcought||yaku||coughcough*
  • he was so into volleyball as a kid that he used to tried out the techniques he watched being used in matches on tv.
  • he has the taste of an old man for food, pls save him
  • his current concern is that he can’t get rid of his bedhead hair, after all this years
  • he’s very skilled at shuffling cards. (light novel) @ furudate let me know how much time he spends playing card games and with who
  • he’s passionate af and works hard to achieve his goals
  • he’s cute af but also hot af
  • he gets as excited as yamamoto sometimes and it’s beautiful
  • he confuses himself when trying to say something intelligent
  • he’s so supportive, it makes me cry
  • don’t take shit from people who can’t be objective in their view and doesn’t stay unspoken either
it is late and my hands are empty and my heart is too full. i spill over at the edges just thinking of you.
—  r.i.d