how am i supposed to continue

maidsuokasenpai  asked:

You know it's ok to take a break from the blog to recover and sort yourself out from the Manchester attack. It shook everyone. I love your blog but you as a person are more important ❤️

This is so kind, thank you so much. I just keep thinking of how this blog is supposed to make people laugh, and if I can spread happiness in any way, I will.

I made this yesterday in response to the trailer and other news about Discovery. I would have even accepted the Abrams ‘Blingons’ over this. At least they felt like an attempt to modernize the look of the Klingons. This looks like a half melted action figure crossed with a Sontaran from Doctor Who.

I want it to be good, I truly do but nothing CBS has done has shown me any love for the franchise. It feels like a combination of copyright reinforcement and a push for their subscription online service.

Airy Adds:

It also looks like their costume department is just CUCKOO for tiny gold details.  CANNOT stop dotting ‘em on.

How many times and ways is the Klingon general look supposed to have totally mutated over the centuries of their existence as a recognisably continuous culture (and I am firmly of the camp that they should have left the forehead change unexplained other than Worf’s gruff “We do not speak of it with outsiders”)?  Where is the HAIR?  The only bald Klingon I will brook is General Chang and he got a lot of points for being Christopher Plummer and wearing a RIVETED ON PIRATE EYEPATCH.

To be clear I am not extrapolating that the whole series is bunk just because I don’t like the Klingon redesign.  But I really really don’t like the Klingon redesign.

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 2

We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)

  1. “Where is my fucking pudding?!”
  2. “I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
  3. “Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
  4. “Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
  5. “Oops…”
  6. “God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
  7. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
  8. “Look, about the monkey…”
  9. “I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
  10. “It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
  11. “well this is what i call hell of a night”
  12. “How could an entire school disappear?”
  13. “What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
  14. "Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
  15. “Don’t turn that on!”
  16. “Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
  17. “I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
  18. "Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
  19. “Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
  20. “You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
  21. “That cat just stole my cereal!”
  22. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
  23. “Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
  24. “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS KEITH!”
  25. “If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
  26. “What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
  27. “Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
  28. “Why did I just press the big red button?”
  29. “So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
  30. “Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
  31. “God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
  32. “Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
  33. “You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
  34. “Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
  35. “I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
  36. “Hold me back bro!”
  37. “I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
  38. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
  39. “Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
  40. “I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
  41. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
  42. “Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
  43. “Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
  44. “When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
  45. “Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
  46. “This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
  47. Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
  48. ” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
  49. "For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
  50. “One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
  51. “This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
  52. “Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
  53. “Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
  54. “You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
  55. “No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
  56. “did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
  57. “For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
  58. "That isn’t permanent, right?”
  59. “You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
  60. “She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
  61. “But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
  62. “You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
  63. “The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
  64. “Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
  65. “Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
  66. “How did you get that bump on your lip”
  67. “Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
  68. “ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
  69. "Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
  70. “Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
  71. “They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
  72. “You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
  73. “Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
  74. “So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
  75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
  76. “Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
  77. “Did you explode the microwave again?!”
  78. "Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
  79. “Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
  80. “I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
  81. "What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
  82. “Who actually let the dogs out?”
  83. “Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
  84. “I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
  85. “So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
  86. “I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
  87. "Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
  88. “So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
  89. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
  90. “What are you doing?”
  91. “But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
  92. “You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
  93. “I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
  94. “Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
  95. “I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!" 
  96. "What the hell are those?”
  97. “Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
  98. “I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
  99. “Why didn’t you stop?”
  100. “So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”

Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”. I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje! 

It’s 2 am and I’m here. My heart is breaking and I’m here. I can’t believe it. I completely do not understand how I am supposed to continue my life when you, my brother, is not presently being on this earth.

Daddy spoke of you the other day to a friend. He told him that you passed away. Casually in a conversation, he slipped it in like him saying I work at a nonprofit or my daughter’s graduating. How is that casual? How could he breathe it like it was everything and nothing all at once?

And I stood there with silence in my mouth and didn’t say a damn thing. I wanted to tell him that the conversation should always end with your name. That when you are uttered the world should stop and appreciate the sound of it.

I don’t know what I’m saying but all I know is my heart is breaking and I need you to know I don’t ever casually say your name.

so my brother in law wanted to go on a side quest for his pathfinder homegame, for a perfectly ordinary, but very expensive, emerald necklace. he needed one more player, so I offered to help.

so there’s my bard, his magus, and his two friends first level fighter and sorcerer.

we explored the town, found that despite being almost completely abandoned, this tiny-ass town had a horde of zombies, choker vines everywhere, a cult, and a motherfucking dragon.

We destroyed the choker vines, avoided the zombies, had tea with the cultists. We also found the emerald.

brother-in-law: “before we leave, where is the dragon?”

cultist tells him it lives in this old, ruined keep with no top at the edge of town. where we go, because apparently, I’m slow on the uptake.

Me: “wait. why are we going there?”

Brother-in-law: “because we haven’t killed the dragon”

Me: “… why do we need to kill the dragon?”

Brother-in-law: “well, dragons have hordes.”

Me: “and will continue to have it with more satisfaction when we are dead?”

Brother-in-law: “I don’t care what you do, but I’m going.”

Me (thinking): oh my god. I’m the healer you moron! how am I supposed to just let you do that??

Me: “fine, I’ll go die with you.”

So we go in, and I attempt to talk the dragon out of his horde- which goes over better than expected.

GM (my dad, for reference): “roll sense motive”

my bard: 18

GM: “ you think if you give it the emerald it will let you leave.”

Brother-in-law: “Nope” attacks the dragon.

initiative hits, no one counts as surprised here and the dragon rolls a 2.

I immediately roll up a intimidate check and because it is my character’s specialty, I shake the dragon for four rounds, then the squishies and I fall back to the human-sized part of the structure and let the magus tangle with the lizard.

the magus starts of with a crit, and confirms it. the dragon pulls a full round but only hits once. the following three rounds the magus does near max damage, and the dragon continues to miss for the sake of bad die rolls. Meanwhile, me and the sorcerer are taking what pot-shots we can through the archway.

over all, it goes well, but even with the dragon missing like crazy, Brother-in-law’s magus is being torn up badly.

Brother-in-law: “so can we withdraw-”

Me: “No, we can’t because we had to come into the dragon’s lair and now we are stuck with it because the motherfucker has wings. Now fight the lizard.”

finally the dragon decides it’s sick of how hard it is to hit and climbs up the wall out of the magus reach.

the magus casts an ranged spell, makes spell resist

DM: “okay, it’s dead”

Me: “wait, really? but no one’s dead”

DM: “yup because my dice are mutinous bastards. one more round and you’d have been dead- it was climbing over to go collapse the roof on you”

Brother-in-law: “See, <my name>, it was fine. we-”

Me: “shush. this was luck we should be dead. let’s find it’s horde and leave.”

DM: “you don’t find it- it’s no where in the keep.”

Me: frustrated “well that’s great. then we leave. No, I’m not healing you till tomorrow.”

then we fought 20 cultists. they killed the 1st lv fighter. I blame the ninny that asked the dragon cultist where the dragon was.

You have to tell me (Zach Dempsey, 13 Reasons)

The tapes were a complex situation to say the least. Zach Dempsey knew everyone’s dirty laundry. He did and everyone’s tape varied in how much it weighed on him. Justin’s second tape, that was shitty. He had to admit he didn’t look at his friend the same way anymore. Zach, he had a girlfriend now. He’d been talking to her for months until she finally agreed to go out with him. Quiet, but in theater and dance, Y/N never really wanted to date jocks. He pursued her for a while.

She had the wrong class with him, biology. Watching him in the class was captivating. He was so engrossed in the material and it was obvious he loved it more than basketball. She’d gotten stuck at basketball games because her friends would want to go. She’d seen how good Zach was. Probably the best on the entire team. But there was a look in his eyes that he got when he learned more about biology. AP biology was the only advanced placement class he took.

That’s when she knew he was different. After being made table partners in biology, she noticed him staring at her during tests and other activities where the teacher wasn’t lecturing. He started sitting with her at lunch. At first her friends stayed, but then they moved over a table, leaving the two of them alone. His friends watched from afar, with huge grins on their faces. She didn’t really know what Zach Dempsey’s intentions were.

He seemed different, but at the same time, at times he would speak like any other jock would to a girl. She tried to bore him at first, it didn’t work. Even if she was completely silent, he would sit there, watching her eat, a slight smile on his face.

After two months of lunches like this, she opened up to him. She began to like him. He began to sound like a person when he talked, rather than a fumbling idiot. And sooner rather than later she was his official girlfriend.

It was Tuesday, the day she and Zach would get together and study. Or ‘study’ depending on how much biology they had to work on. The last few Tuesdays had been weird. Usually, they’d get home right after school so they could beat her parents home, and they’d fool around. Right away, he’d get handsy. The last few Tuesday’s it hadn’t been like that. She had to initiate everything. He’d let her do some things to him, but he wouldn’t really do anything for her. On this Tuesday, she leaned in and kissed his neck, he didn’t really move and continued to read out of the biology textbook.

“Okay, I know I’ve gained weight. We just need to stop going for dessert so much. But am I really that gross? We haven’t been together that long. This is the honeymoon stage. We’re supposed to fool around. Like constantly.” Zach shut his book, laying back on the bed, looking more than beaten down.

“Not every couple’s the same- we don’t have to do stuff constantly.” He said, still reading out of the textbook. She felt herself turn bright red.

She backed away from him, cuddling up to a pillow at the head of the bed. He sighed, shutting his textbook.

“It’s not you, of course it’s not you. Come here.” He laid next to her, his arms snaking around her waist. He eventually moving to where he was on top of her, hovering.

“Is this okay?” He mumbled. She nodded, guiding his hands up her shirt. She didn’t respond verbally, she just ran her hands through his hair as he kissed down her neck. He suddenly rolled over, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and button up his shirt.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s wrong, Zach. Do I bore you now? What’s wrong?” He was breathing heavily, but he wouldn’t look up at her.

“I just never want you to be overpowered. Or trapped.” His head was now buried in his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was crying or not.

“What are you talking about? If I was uncomfortable I would tell you.” She crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

“Promise me that.” He mumbled, interlacing his fingers with hers.

“I promise. But why are you freaking out about this all of a sudden?” She asked in almost a whisper.

“I’m huge, I’m 6'3 and your so small an-” she cut him off, letting out a breathy laugh.

“You’ve always been a tree, and I’ve always been small, compared to you. There’s something else going on.” She got off the bed and went to her desk, taking a makeup removing wipe and beginning to take all of her makeup off. She was simply finding something to do.

She didn’t know what to expect of his answer. She wondered if he knew how much this was eating at her.

“Y/N it’s not your fault. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry if you don’t get it I-” she sighed, not understanding how he was so dense.

“You’re hurting me by not telling me what the hell is going on, Zach! You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Her eyes became watery.

She wasn’t sad, necessarily, but she had severe anxiety that would force her to tears at times. Whether she was sad, or nervous, or frustrated. Sometimes even if she was confused. This was one of those times. Zach knew she was getting anxious and concern filled his eyes as soon as he saw the tears.

“Hey, hey-” she turned her back to him sharply, bowing her head as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get out. Now. Leave.” She said, still not turning to look at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what else to do.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Some stuff has happened and I don’t know how to feel.” She felt herself softening. She sniffled, biting her lip as she regained her composure.

“Specifics.” She said simply. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to tell her. But he knew he had to. He could feel her trust slipping through his fingers.

“It’s just- a friend of mine. I found out he raped a girl. Actually, he raped two. And it got me thinking- I just- I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I ever did something and you were uncomfortable. I love you. I hate the idea of hurting you.” She turned around, he wasn’t crying, but he was trembling.

She covered her mouth, tears spilling out of her eyes. Someone she likely knew was a rapist. She didn’t know what to think. Of course she was curious. Who the hell was the rapist among Zach’s friends?

She felt dirty, as it was true that she hung out with them quite frequently.

“You’re not a rapist, Zach. I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. You have to trust that I trust you. You have to trust yourself.” She took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of her bed.

She sat on his lap, hugging his head against her chest. She did this quite a lot. He said he loved hearing her heartbeat, that it made him feel less lonely.

“If you’re worried about consent, I give it to you every time. I’ve never been uneasy or wary about anything.” He let out a groan. She looked at him as he looked around.

He acted as if he was thinking about what to say next.

“What qualifies as consent? Words, I guess. But how else am I supposed to know for sure?” She smiled at him. It wasn’t a great topic, sure. But he cared. He was showing how much he cared and that was beautiful.

“I guess I don’t really know. But, do you know how many times I’ve shoved you off of me? A lot. But guess what?” She looked at him. He bit back a smile, probably thinking of how hormonal he could be at times. He mumbled for her to continue, his cheeks blushed over a bit.

“After I push you away, you don’t keep at it. You accept my answer. All the times I haven’t given consent, you’ve listened.” He smiled and she grabbed his face, making him look at her. She looked him in the eyes for a while.

“Maybe you’re trying to keep me out of this for my benefit but.. please tell me you’re going to report this. Or that someone has already reported it.” He looked away from her. How was he going to tell her that he’d given the evidence to the next person?

“I-I don’t have the evidence anymore. It’s this process. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. It’ll come out, though. And if it doesn’t, I’ll- I’ll go to the police.” She smiled sadly at him, wrapping her arms around him. He would, she knew he would.

DIDNT KNOW ID GET TWO UP TODAY! Keep requesting all! If I haven’t responded to you, don’t think that I didn’t get them, I’m working on them all and have a lineup. There will be a part two of this to simply fill the request’s specifics more, so look for that. Thanks :)

mine || theo raeken

description: in which you ask him to take his frustrations out on you

requested by: anonymous

warnings: bdsm, daddy kink, dom!theo, swearing, orgasm denial, begging

Theo was, by nature, very protective over the things that belonged to him. You were no exception, either. You’d surely pity any fool that so much as lifted a finger against you, because you knew for certain that Theo would go after them.

Of course, he had become a little more tame in the time that you’d been together, but that was because you were the only one that knew how to anchor him and keep him in control. However, there were still times when Theo went a little overboard when it came to protecting you.

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Virginity

Requested - Hi! Could you write something with Aaliyah and Y/N. Like they get along pretty well and like Aaliyah asks Y/N about losing Virginity (Y/N lost it very soon) or something like that. Thanks!

Requested - Heyy, I have an imagine request 💕 so, you’re visiting Shawn in Canada and he’s busy, so you end up spending time with Aaliyah (like take her shopping or out for milkshakes or something) and Shawn finds out and he thinks it’s really sweet and fluff fluff fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Shawn says for what seems like the hundredth time as he glances over at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Don’t be.” You respond with a cheeky smile. “I get to drive your jeep and hang out with your sister, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” He asks.

“Maybe once or twice,” you tease, a smile on your face as you genuinely appreciate this time you’re getting to spend with your boyfriend, even if it isn’t a lot. You came to Canada to visit him, but he ended up having to rehearse at the last minute, which kind of ruined your original plans for the afternoon.

The drive to his rehearsal space goes by far too quickly, and before you know it you’re driving his jeep out of the parking lot on your way to pick up Aaliyah from school. Since Shawn ended up being busy, you offered to pick up his sister from school and take her to the mall. You’ve grown really close to Aaliyah over the past year that you’ve been dating Shawn, and since you don’t have a younger sister, you take full advantage of getting to spend time with Aaliyah and play an older sister role in her life.

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How am I suppose to move on? Especially after this and everything that you put me through.

How am I suppose to continue with my life knowing that it took you 2.3 seconds to stop loving me?

How do I know whether or not 2.3 seconds is all it will take for someone else to stop loving me, just like you did?

—  Sarn
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A/N: So, originally, this was supposed to be a thing in my fanfic “Colour Bruise” which I haven’t updated in ages. I am planning on finishing the story but for now, enjoy this. ;-)

Words: 1789
Warnings: lime, a lot of swearing

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EXO Mafia Reaction: Regaining their fiancee’s trust after she ran away

||| Anon asked: Pls write more bts/exo mafia!! Possibility a continuation like regaining ur trust after making you go back with them. |||

BTS


A/N1: After I wrote this I realized that some of the reactions are more like what they do when they get you back, rather than regaining your trust. Oh well… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by moon-min-ah

He decided to be more serious and forbade you from using any form of electronic devices.

“So you think making me feel like I am in The Stone Age is good idea? How am I supposed to entertain myself?”

“Well you have me.” he smirked.


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

If you thought he was protective before then you were mistaken. You were ordered to stay with him at all times even as far as going to work with him.

“Maybe when you see what I actually do, you will think twice before doing anything stupid?”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by sooranghaes

He knew that giving you space would be best but he couldn’t let you run away again, so instead he ordered a few of his men to always watch over you.

“Jagi, please understand that I’m doing this for you.”


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

He was angry and could barely contain his emotions when he looked at you. He knew this isn’t going to help you trust him but he cut all of your ties with the outside world, going as far as threatening your parents.

“I swear, I don’t want to do this but I can’t take you lightly anymore.”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by galaxychen

He tried real hard to stay calm and explain to you every single day that even though he has killed people before he will never hurt you.

“Please just listen to me, if you don’t want to see me angry again.”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by zitaoa

He still hoped you will change your mind about him and his work, so he avoided taking any drastic measures as not to scare you.

“Come on Jagi, I know we can work this out.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by vitunkpoppi

He was so angry he actually thought about locking you up in a basement or something, so only he could see you but he couldn’t deny the fact that you were scared of him and he wanted for you to love him again.

“What can I do for you to trust me?”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

He tried to get rid of the tension between you two by making you laugh and spending more time with you. It wasn’t working though.

“Please Jagi, talk to me, we were about to get married.”


Luhan

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

He never once mentioned your escape and tried to act normal.

“Luhan, can you stop pretending everything is okay?”

“But if I don’t you will be afraid of me, won’t you?”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by wendeer

He was casual about it and even confessed to you that he thought you would do this one day. All he wanted was for you to be safe.

“As we’re engaged I can’t have you running around the country, someone might use you to get advantage over me.”


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by daenso

He became cold and only talked to you when absolutely necessary.

“Why are you doing this? You know I don’t want to be here?”

“Then try thinking about what I want. You’re staying with me, no matter if you like it or not.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

He started working at home more often and spending more time with you, observing every move you make.

“I won’t try it again. I promise. So can you give me space?”

“I actually can’t because you see I don’t trust you anymore, probably as much as you don’t trust me.”


Reaction when their fiancee runs away -> BTS, EXO, Monsta X

A/N2: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups. Both male and female!! 😉

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 6

****** I did some research on some of the songs for this story so I’m actually doing research now for one shots what has my life become. I hope you all know the extensiveness that has started to go into this craziness you’re all welcome damn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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Harry kept his album from you for quite some time. You instantly asked to listen to it, obviously, and after talking with Anne on the phone once you’d broke the news of your engagement to your families, you were shocked to find that Harry had already played it for her. 

“You played it for your mum?” you cried, “What is so wrong about it that you can’t play it for me? What did I do?” you begged.

Harry just watched you fall apart while sitting in that damn yellow seat, smirking as you fumed at him and paced back and forth. 

“How am I supposed to support you and sing along when I haven’t even heard your music?” you whined. You had gotten into his habit of twirling around your engagement ring whenever you were nervous, and Harry joked that if you kept doing that then you were accidentally going to lose it at some point. 

“I want it to be special,” Harry said, standing from the seat and resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a sincere smile as he used his index finger to lift your chin. “Don’t pout, angel,” he mimicked your pout. “I promise you’ll love it.”

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.7]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: none… this chapter is a mess tbh. it’s kind of like a transitional/filler chapter… 

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [previous part] [next part] [pt.9] [pt.10]


Taehyung had returned to school as he’d promised, yet it felt as if he was still gone. He dodged you in any way he could: jumping into conversation with random people, detouring on his way to class, even slipping into the men’s restroom.

It left you empty. You couldn’t talk to Jungkook during school because of Jimin’s ridiculous rule. You couldn’t talk to Jimin because he was always busy with his baseball friends. He was also your brother and talking to him because you didn’t have anyone else to talk to would be lame. You were determined to not reach that low of a point.

Overall, one question was swirling inside of you, creating a hot, uncomfortable lump in your throat. What could you possibly have done to make your best friend avoid you? 

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Flight Log: Arrival Theory

I think Jinyoung is alive while Got6 has died. In Departure, Jinyoung is in between life and death and he is debating if he should follow after the boys or not. You can see that he is thinking of all the happy memories he had with them and while he is falling down from the building, the boys are flying up to heaven. Then in Turbulence, they were in the plane and Jinyoung tries to unbuckle his seatbelt to follow the boys but was forced to keep it on- he was ready to die to be with the boys. Throughout the Hard Carry MV, the boys are constantly trying to save Jinyoung and in the scene where he is floating up, the boys pull him back down to earth which explains the scene when the paramedics are helping him while the boys are nowhere to be seen. In Arrival, Jinyoung is by himself and he is trapped in the car he says he has failed because he couldn’t kill himself to be with the boys. At the same time, the boys’ spirits are with him, giving him strength and allowing him to move on with life. I am not afraid of anything, because you were there. A lot of people were confused about the two locations in the trailer. I believe the scene at the beach is the aftermath of him being trapped in the water tank since he has failed at attempting suicide, the water tank broke and he is free. The scene in the snow where he watches the boys from a distance shows a new beginning. For me, snow has always meant purity and fresh starts which makes sense with my theory where I believe Jinyoung is alive and has got the closure he needs to start anew. The trilogy is a journey of acceptance and Jinyoung has finally accepted the fact that the boys are not here with him anymore but since they are his pillars of strength, he can do anything. Like a little bird, he’s ready to fly. A lot of youth today struggle with depression and thoughts of suicide and I wonder if their message is telling us that there is hope, to not give up, to continue on with life because there is more out there for us. I love how this trilogy shows just how important friendships are and I love how GOT7 is literally the definition of friendship.

anonymous asked:

with all the talk of she's my collar, i was wondering if you could do an imagine of 2D's reaction to murdoc showing him the lyrics (assuming murdoc wrote the song) and/or 2D getting flustered while recording the song (possibly being teased by his bandmates)? thanks!

It’s not much but I hope this is what you wanted!


“Hey, 2D, I’ve got something here for ya’,” Murdoc suggests. The recording session had fallen dull and the band was getting tired, having spent hours in the studio with various collaborators coming in and out all day. Stu looks over the lyric sheet, raising his eyebrows in question almost immediately. 

“Seriously Mudz, what the bloody hell is your problem? Can’t you keep your kinks out of the workplace for five seconds?”

“It’s not about that!” He protested, crossing his arms and looking back at him matter-of-factly. “And if it was it wouldn’t matter now would it? Would you rather me stop expressing myself through BDSM and start expressing myself on you again?”

“No…” Stu shrugged, continuing to read the lyrics. He didn’t mind the words so much as the side notes and directions about how he should be singing. “Umm… what does it mean when it says ‘heavy panting’? Am I supposed to act like I’ve run a marathon or something?”

“No you cheap shit, you’re supposed to- ugh- do you really not understand that?” 2D shrugged with a vacant glaze in his eyes, genuinely lost on what Murdoc’s creative vision for the song was. “It’s gotta be- you know- primal. Like you’ve just finished having the hottest sex of your life and you can’t catch your breath afterwards. Please tell me you’ve been there before because I’m not about to demonstrate to you, cockwad.” 

“I… I think I can do that maybe. But you really want to put that into a song?”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. We have a song called Sex Murder Party for Satan’s sake. It’s all about vision,” he explained, droning off on a tangent as Stu completely stopped listening, as he often does. 


As he stepped up to the recording booth, Murdoc glared at him through the glass and mimicked a breathing motion. 2D gave a weak thumbs up and glanced at Russel and Noodle, who were most likely oblivious to what they were about to hear. He placed himself into the moment, tried to picture a time like Murdoc described. It wasn’t difficult considering how easy it is to get laid using the phrase “I’m the lead singer of Gorillaz.” He began his session, Murdoc’s words echoing in his head. His voice was raspy and brilliant, his breathing was tempered. He was getting kind of hot in the recording booth, just based on his nerves and the racy thoughts going in and out of his head. 

Murdoc, meanwhile, was absolutely glowing. It was his exact imagine, the Blue Boy Wonder had done it again! Noodle was awestruck, seeing 2D in a way she hadn’t ever wanted to think of him as in her life. She and Russel was generally just uncomfortable, having to listen to straight-up pornographic noises coming from someone they consider family. It was like listening to your weird uncle describe his college sex life… gross. 

He finished the song on a final heavy panting, and the room echoed out in silence. Once the reality of what he’d just recorded set in, his entire face turned cherry red. Murdoc practically fell out of his chair, actually praising 2D for once. “That was fucking BRILLIANT. It’s exactly how I pictured it in my mind” 

“I hope you weren’t picturing 2D like that,” Noodle giggled, faking a puking motion. 

“That’s not suitable for children,” Russel chimed in, but redacted his statement after some thought. “Then again, when have we been suitable for children?” 

“There was that time we took a bunch of them out into the desert-” 2D chimed, immediately regretting drawing attention to himself.

“Dude that shit was straight up kinky. What have you been doing in your spare time?” 

“I just do what I’m told,” he mumbled defensively, then pointing to Murdoc in accusation, “ -He’s the kinky bastard! I’m just the singer forced to act out his weird fantasies!”

“I don’t bloody fantasize about you, you fucking twit-”

“-I don’t know, Murdoc, you seemed super excited about it when he was singing-” 

“-What I do in my BLOODY BEDROOM is NO BUSINESS OF YOURS-” 

“-Nobody wants to know what you and your crusty ass do behind closed doors you jive ass nasty motha-” 

“Can I leave? I really want to leave-” 

“SHUT UP YOU WHINY SHIT WOULD YOU JUST-” 

“Murdoc you’re a fucking wanker, that’s what I think-”

“SHUT UP NOODLE NO ONE ASKED YOU-”

“NOODLE DID NOTHING WRONG SHES AN ANGEL AND-”

The yelling continued like that for several minutes before Russel decided it was time to stop. He picked up Noodle by her waist in one arm, who was taunting Murdoc and risking pretty severely how much his “therapy” was helping him. Then he picked up 2D by the waist in the other arm, who at that point had turned to mostly half-crying and shouting nonsense in the midst of all the fuss. The continued yelling at each other despite being picked up off the floor entirely, and continued on until Russel had carried them completely out of the room and shut the door.

Dating James Potter Would Include...

Requests are open!!!

Prompt: Anonymous: Hey! Your Blog is awesome! Would you mind doing a ‘Dating James Potter would include…’ already thank you! :)

A/N: No, thank you!!! You’re too sweet!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

  • James would try so hard to hide his feelings at first. “I do not under any circumstances like (Y/N). That’s-that’s so gross.”
  • He was never really too subtle with the fact that he was crazy about you from the start.
  • But then he wouldn’t leave you alone. Every second of every day he would pester you. He would continually search for your approval.
  • He would be jealous but from afar. Even after you were dating, he trusted you. Although sometimes jealousy took over and he would quietly pull you back to him.
  • “You are not going on a date with him. No, I can’t let you ruin your life.”   “Then how am I ever supposed to find anyone if you keep trying to control my life!”                                                                                         “You have me! And I love you but you’ll never see it because you’re too busy with people who don’t care about you.!”
  • James is so cocky. Anytime he did something minorly impressive he would come to you and tell you how well he did. 
  • He would show you off and tell anyone who would even remotely listen that you were his and he was madly in love with you.
  • He would also be so clueless even after you were together.
  • “Make me.”
  • The other marauders following you guys on dates and quietly, or sometimes not so quietly, cheering James on.
  • Him trying to prove his love for you
  • “Prongs, if you don’t kiss her I will.”

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anonymous asked:

trini and kim, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” ?

6) “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” - for this writing exercise

Kimberly almost misses it on her first pass. She shuffles into her room, dumps her bag onto the floor and has the hem of her tank top in her hands when she freezes, arms still crossed comically across her torso.

“Trini?”

“Hngh.”

It’s barely a grunt. Kimberly lets her tank top go, moves to the bed where Trini is curled on her side. Kimberly’s boldly pink covers - eight-year-old-Kimberly had been weak to societal expectations but current-Kimberly is definitely learning to rock it - are pulled almost over her head and Kimberly smiles, sure she looks overly fond. “What are you doing?”

“Dying,” Trini groans. Kimberly reaches to gently pull the covers down and comes face to face with Trini’s pout, full and unrelenting, and she would be embarrassed by how thoroughly charmed she is by the expression if she didn’t know for a fact that Trini feels the exact same way about her pout, too. “Either save me or leave me to die in peace. Stop letting the cold air in, you heathen.”

Kimberly laughs as Trini pries her fingers away, tugs the covers back up under her nose again. She looks so small bundled in Kimberly’s sheets, the only things visible the lilting tip of her nose and her hair sticking out at odd angles. It’s only upon closer inspection that Kimberly realizes some of Trini’s hair is sticking to her forehead from sweat and Kimberly frowns, pressing the back of her hand to Trini’s skin.

“You’re hot,” Kimberly says after a moment. She waits for Trini’s inevitably cheesy you know it but when it doesn’t come, she knows something’s up. “Okay, shuffle over and open up. I’m coming in.”

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Distraction

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, past matt donovan x reader

word count: 2462

a/n: not a request xx


You were tired.

That’s the excuse you had used, at least.

Tired and drunk.

You two had been talking for so long. His presence had filled you with a sense of content, his voice lulling you into warm sleepiness. You had no idea how many drinks he’d bought you. You knew it had surprised him, you initiating the kiss, and you’d like to say that you surprised yourself, but that wasn’t exactly the truth.

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Everglow ~Jerome x Reader~

//Well here it is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.

Warnings: The beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death, murder, mild swearing.

Need to know: This is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right when Jerome is murdered?

Title: Everglow

Rating: Mid-Fluff. //

Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may not know
Still I see you, celestial


Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face. Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens, his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.

“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.

“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal. His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his head.

I’m sorry Jerome,” he mouths.

“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.

A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over quickly, pulling her up.

“You bastard!” Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard, you killed him!” Barbara drags her backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer, you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.

Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.

“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes her head.

“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.

Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs, which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole body shaking as she cries.

“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups, and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”


Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t slow
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?

Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently, stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.

“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what to do.

“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.

“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You have no right to say that! You don’t know what it’s like! I’m not going to get over this! How am I supposed to? How am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage, and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha. She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.

“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.

“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly, backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.

“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”

“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side, plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.

“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.

“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.” Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says coldly.

“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.

“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to convince them, but herself too.

“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can help y-”

“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.


But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til we die
But the changing of winds, and the way waters flow

 

She lays down on her bed, grabbing her phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her, tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that he was fine.

That he loved her.

Y/n pushes the thought out of her head as she begins to scroll through her photos.

A small pang shoots through her heart as she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.


Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will show
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow


(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)

When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.

“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small shrug.

“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t. What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.

“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it. They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”

 

Oh I
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow

 

“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!” Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.

“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.

Testing, testing……..am I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it. Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n jumps up, her heart racing.

“J-Jerome, it’s-”

“But coming back….that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair. “Oh, and uh….”

“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his name.

“I don’t forgive you for my face.” His laughter fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.

Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.

And once again, y/n is left in complete darkness.


So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow

 

It didn’t take long for them to figure out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus. Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it. She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.

Jerome!” She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in the man’s stomach.

“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the blade out only to shove it back in. “I want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer, placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be leaving me anytime soon…right?”

“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.

“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”