how i feel for this one person

svt as types of mutuals

s.coups: he’s always the last person to find out about new comebacks and stuff; 3 weeks after the mv comes out he messages you like ‘wtf’

jeonghan: the one guy who’s friends with every single popular blog in existence; always tries to convince you to talk to other people

joshua: the one who’s a few years older than you and is basically your unofficial parent tbh; always asks how you’re doing

jun: only ever reblogs stuff and has hundreds of posts in his queue; rarely ever goes online tbh but when you guys do talk it’s always so worth it

hoshi: i feel like he’d be a gifmaker for some reason; you talk to him a lot about anything and everything

wonwoo: you’re both way too shy to actually talk but you can always count on each other to send in asks for ask games

woozi: the ultra popular tumblr sensei; when he followed you back you screamed and threw your phone across the room

dokyeom:  your personal hypeman; every time you make a post he messages you like “I LOVE YOUR BLOG WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE YOU”

mingyu: he’d definitely be a gfx maker whom you always thought had his shit together but then you got to know him and,,, “i don’t know what i’m doing”

minghao: he tags you in a lot of things but you never really have legit conversations often; the mutual you really want to get to know better

seungkwan: one of those bloggers that could make a post about cabbage and people would still find it hilarious; gets really excited whenever he gets the rare chance to talk to you

vernon: takes so long to respond to your messages sometimes you wonder if he secretly hates you; but no he just opens messages and then forgets

dino: the one who’s younger than you but is so mature you just assumed you both were the same age until he tells you his age and you’re like woAh

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx
Words: 5138
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst
Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love).
I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…

If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.

“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook.
He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess.
“Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!”
You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do.
You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions.
Harry sighed.
“Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely.
You rolled your eyes.
“I thought I was yer best friend not her”
“Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little.
You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear.
“Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back.
You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing.
“That’s because you are”
The pirate pouted.
“Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”.
You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles.
“Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her”
You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon.
“Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname.
“Don’t you dare call m-”
“Hot stuff!”.
He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.

As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear.
“Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!”
“Any thing ye say… Hot stuff”
“Harry!” You screeched.
“Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from”
Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late.
“You’re stealing from children again?”
He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes.
“I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do”
“No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children”  
“Uma told me t-”
“Uma doesn’t control what you do”
“No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath.
You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in.
“Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes.
“What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon.
“Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?”
“Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin.
Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.

“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing
“We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little.
You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness.
“You know what?”
“That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you.
“No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.”
“Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you”
“He’s my best friend!” You protested.
“We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look.
“It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?”
“But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason.
“He’s my best friend!” You repeated.
“And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said.
“He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up.
You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished
“I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there”
The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you
“Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love”
“I am not!”
“Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing”
“You don’t get it”
“But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love”
You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.

Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite.
“Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder.
Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little.
“It’s only the moon Y/N”
“But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water.
“Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you.
“Oh” was all you said quietly.
“It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring”
Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you.
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too”
Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band.
You gasped.
“Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Your smile was even wider.
“Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.”
You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek.
“Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”

When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for.
“I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.

You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it.
But then the doubt came.
You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.

Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different.
“I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal.
“Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal.
“Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal.
“Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal.
But then you tilted your head to look at him
“Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something”
Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality.
“Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation.
“I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice”
“Ye want to see the lanterns?”
You nodded your head.
“Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-”
“No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go.
You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck.
“Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?”
Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling.
“What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-”
“I’m on lookout duty all that night”
“Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter.
“How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay”
Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely.
“I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do”
Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch.
“That okay,” you lied “No worries”
Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while.
A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face.
“Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick”
“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye”
You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.

You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.

You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless.
“How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems.
The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder.
“Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear.
A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it.
You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry.
“I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm.
He grinned at you.
“I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff”
You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him.
“I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’”
It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings.
“I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you.
You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again.
“Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?”
Harry scoffed.
“Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed.
You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards
“Harry I-”
You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly.
“Harry what the hell!”
You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier.
“No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now
“I didn’t mean to-”
“This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me”
“I don’t w-”
“I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”

You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you.
“He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,”
“Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”

Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.

You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma.
“Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her.
You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak.
“He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity.
You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.

You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable.
“You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”.
You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom.
“Har?” You called out softly.
Then your whole world collapsed.

Harry Hook.
Hailey Facilier.
Each other.
On the lips.
That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again.
Your heart had well and truly broken this time.
You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you.
You felt like you’d been hit in the face.
But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.

You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people.
How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.

“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!”
The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil.
“What are ye going on about,” he snapped.
“It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!”
Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes.
“She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire”
Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy
“Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”

Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way.
“What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you.
“Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move.
“Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey”
“What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong”
Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek.
“Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you.
“Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face.
“I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry”
His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline.
“Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway.
“Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal.
“I saw you kissing and-”
“She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you.
“Because what?” Your voice was gentler now.
“Because I fucking love ye Y/N”
It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch.
You were extinguished.
The flames disappeared.
A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief.
“Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-”
“I love you too Har”
You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death.
The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship.
“I’m sorry for being a dick”
“And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns”
You both spluttered with laughter.
“Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,”
“Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate.
You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing.
“Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you.
He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him.
“Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…”
Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow.
You grinned at him.
“Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?”
“I love ye more”
“Not possible”
“It is”
“It isn’t”
“It is”
“God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly.
“I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”

mentions of #pedophilia #child abuse

So here’s the thing. Call out culture has always been and continues to be dangerous and all sorts of fucked up when done on social media, where the situation can spiral out of control at the hands of thousands of people who will 1. Believe anything they read 2. Not bother to fact check 3. Escalate situations to astronomical proportions according to their personal ethical values, sense of justice, and moral absolutism.

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C: I’m only 17 but my worst fear is being a single black woman in my 30’s/40’s. I’m not trying to reck or hate on black women that are still single/not married in their 30’s/40’s you do you, but that isn’t something I want. (Not trying to say that is what SOME black women want) I want all the success life has to offer with a great job, house, career, car, etc. And I also want a partner and children. Not everyone gets that, I know but personally I just don’t want to be a single black woman. I already feel undesired watching tons of other (none black) girls my age get boyfriends and relationships despite myself being pursued for a modeling gig, but I just want a relationship. How come the one thing I want is something that seems so hard to actually get?


A vent session that covers my thoughts on the illogical stance of *some* TaeKook shippers I’ve been seeing, who claim TaeKook is real and JiKook is fanservice.

Basically - why that whole stance is stupid.

1) Tae and Jimin are best friends… like BFF goals for real. They literally cry for/ with one another.

That said, why would Jimin ever even *pretend* to flirt with his boyfriend on cam just for fanservice?… Like…


2) You believe that TaeKook is real… fine. So then WHY would Kook - who is notorious for doing what he wants regardless of opinions, EVER agree to *pretend* to flirt with his boyfriends very best friend?

Does that make sense? Tae is a touchy person, out of TaeKook he’s the “touchy one”… So WHY wouldn’t he and his “boyfriend” just play the fanservice card and do what they do instead of dragging his best friend into it?


3) BigHit made them did it.

Yeah, you know what you’re so right. The BEST solution for stopping people from realizing TaeKook is real is to try to convince them JiKook is… that’ll clear any gay rumors right up.

Forget the fact that, not only would Kook never go for it, but I doubt Bang PD would force the boys into such *extensive* fanservice (staring, touching, singing, creating routines, etc). BUT sure let’s go with that. Fight gay with gay, that’s what I say 😁


In the end my stance is this - it is ILLOGICAL to think *both* TaeKook is real AND JiKook is fanservice. It doesn’t make sense.

Now if you don’t ship, OR at the very least don’t think anything’s real then that’s cool. I can see you thinking its fanservice (I disagree, but we’re allowed our own opinions).

But knowing what you know about Bangtan, their relationships with one another, all of the touching ass VMin moments and how much those boys love one another, it’s silly to think JiKook would leave Tae out to play “couple” for the cam. AND that Tae would be chill with it, when he loves to play just as much.

I know arguing logic to any illogical person is an exercise in futility, but I had to get that off my chest.

If you’re a TaeKook shipper who doesn’t fall into the subject of this post then this isn’t directed at you. This is for those who are #TeamToMuch and attacking JiKook with illogical ass arguments instead of focusing on home.

Get out ya feelings and focus on your ship, if it’s as real as you claim why you so salty?

Anyway, to conclude this vent session, some of y'all need to stop being Hangry (Hungry for moments + Angry) and attacking JiKookers with silly arguments. Because

Originally posted by jay-quest

anonymous asked:

I'm relatively new to the Slenderverse, and I feel that us newcomers are often frowned upon. How do you personally view that part of the community?

that feeling stems from the unfortunate fact that the bulk of newcomers nowadays learn about our verse through one of 3 main ways:
A. the slender games  
B. the silly memes
C. the wisconsin stabbing
acknowledging this, there are also many inquisitive individuals of varying ages who, despite how they discover out work, are just as interested in what we do as the pre-2012 fans. just like the oldest fans, they see our series for the ARGs that they are, not novelty memes or analogues to any game / film. they genuinely get hooked by our content and stick around to devour each new episode and solve puzzles. this is clearly evidenced in discord, reddit, and other social media presences. i, for one, welcome any new folks to the verse with open arms and encourage experienced members of the community to do so as well because you were all once in their position, filled with wonder at the mystery of the slenderverse and curious enough to dig deeper. don’t put those members of the community down or shrug them away because they’re new or aren’t familiar with all of the nuances or answers, help and support them. teach them how the community properly functions. fill them in on what they’ve missed and enlighten them so they can too be on your level of knowledge. 


I wouldn’t have survived without the help of @overdrivels thenks bb u3u <3

and i maybe also realized that i might have a thing for hospital scenes hahaha;;;;;

Follow up of this ol’ thing!

If his upbringing had taught Genji nothing else, it was to be observant. It was a necessity at the time, after all, but it had proven itself useful in other situations. It was how he had finally gotten his brother to stop being a moony-eyed loner after all.

He still felt rather proud of himself for that, giving that nudge for Hanzo to actively seek his own happiness. It was a wonderful sight, his brother and his lady, the man looking a touch less emotionally constipated than he usually did. Hanzo wanted to think himself hard to read, but he could be painfully obvious to anyone who knew what to look for; as siblings, he was especially vulnerable to Genji’s keen eye.

But his keen skills, unfortunately, were not perfect, and alerted him too late that something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t until he saw you alone, rushing into an empty meeting room, visibly upset.

That Hanzo wasn’t with you set him on immediate alarm.

On recollection, he hadn’t seen his brother at all that day, and seldom the evening prior. His gut reaction was worry for Hanzo, but if something had happened to him, surely the rest of the base would have been notified by now.

He wasn’t about to search out his brother, not to start with at least, so that left him to approach you, as much as he didn’t really want to. Emotional comfort wasn’t a particular strength of his – that was more his Master’s realm of expertise.

But with Hanzo nowhere to be seen, and you no longer your usually exuberant self, Genji sighed – though he was not entirely exasperated – and set out to right things. Again. He wondered how he let himself caught up in this.

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anonymous asked:

22 26 or 30 for ways u said i love + deximbits or Nurseydex - ur choice

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Bitty’s visiting Lardo, again. The expansion draft didn’t turn out the way they wanted. Now Jack’s stuck in New Orleans, Bitty’s angry or sad more than he’s actually around, and Dex is just—stuck. Stuck in an apartment too large for one person in a city he barely knows. He spent so much time unpacking and decorating when they first moved here, now it feels like a waste. He thinks about how long it would take to box everything up, and ship it down South.

Bitty would be furious.

Dex’s working a lot of overtime lately. He works until his supervisor or HR kick him out. He calls his family a lot. They’ve started asking what wrong.

“You should come visit,” Dylan told him the other day. “Portland’s fucking beautiful right now.”

Maybe there was more Jack could’ve done, or more Dex should’ve said before Jack told his agent he was ready for anything. Dex just assumed that Providence wouldn’t let go of their most valuable player.

Dex makes dinner. It’s some rustic new age twist on empanadas from that food delivery subscription Jack got Bitty a while back. He doesn’t feel like putting the TV or record player on. Background noise has gotten too cold lately, forced and completely artificial. The clanking of his fork keeps him company. The meal is supposed to feed four. Dex packs away the rest in the fridge; he’ll have leftovers for lunch.

He runs five blocks to the gym, lifts weights for a while. He runs to a cafe he found the other week when he got lost. He orders a tea because he’s sick of staring at the unused nespresso machine at home. He finds a corner table where he can rest his head against a bookshelf.

Dex takes a long sip of the chamomile tea with almond milk. It tastes like sunshine and something sturdy yet warm. He closes his eyes, wiping a stray tear away from his eye. He sits in a crowded room for a while, letting the hum of happy people take him somewhere else. Like maybe a stadium in New Orleans or an apartment in Boston with friends who are hardly his anymore.

He walks home slowly, tugging on the drawstrings of his borrowed Falcs hoodie. He vacuums for the fourth time that week. He reads another chapter of Les Mis because it’s Jack’s favorite book, and then watches Sweet Home Alabama until it’s time for bed.

The next morning he calls in sick.

He stares at the apartment for what feels like hours but only adds up to twenty minutes. He packs a suitcase. He starts grabbing clothing for a weekend in Portland. Next thing he knows, he has enough clothing to last him a month. Dex feels a shake in his breath. He takes a few extra flannels he knows don’t belong to him; he rips a jersey off it’s hanger. He takes the stuffed rabbit that’s been collecting dust on the beside table, shoving it into his backpack. He sits on the suitcase so everything will actually fit.

He grabs the thickest winter coat that isn’t his. He storms out of the bedroom. A light glares in his eye. Dex turns his head. It’s the picture of the three of them in Montreal last summer. He throws it so hard across the living room, it shatters against the back wall.

Dex hears a gasp to his right. He pales. He pulls his suitcase toward the door, eyes not meeting Bitty’s.

He feels hands clutching at the coat he’s wearing. Dex refuses to look.

“I’m going to Portland,” Dex explains. “Dylan said I could crash there for a while.”

Bitty moves closer. “Baby—”

“You know the worst part?” he says, barely above a whisper. “You miss Jack. But I miss you too.”  

“Baby.” Bitty’s voice cracks. “You don’t have to—”

“Eric,” Dex says firmly. “I can’t right now. I just—can’t.”

“I love you,” he says. “I love you so much. I’m sorry. I never wanted—I was just so mad about things that don’t matter. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok,” Dex assures him softly.

“No it’s not.”

“I should go.”

Bitty nods, biting his lip as he reluctantly lets go. Dex moves toward the door.

“I love you,” Bitty says one more time.

“You can’t even ask me to stay,” Dex says before he leaves.

Bitty doesn’t go after him. Dex breaks down in a train station bathroom. He buys a ticket heading south, unsure if it’ll make a difference.    


My mother always told me, if you can’t say something nice don’t say anything at all. Was mine the only one or are there that many people that grew up without a mother? 

What gets me the most are the individuals that feel the need to cut you down passive aggressively under the guise of constructive criticism, “You would look better if you did this” or “Love your outfits but that one just doesn’t suit you”. Unsolicited critique is not constructive at all no matter how you want to package it. 

Seriously, what do you really want to accomplish? Do you honestly believe you are helping? Do you actually think the other person is going to say “OMG, you are so right, I had never noticed that before, thank you for pointing that out”? 

Either someone is aware of a problem and doesn’t have a viable solution (thanks for rubbing salt in the wound) or they don’t believe a problem exists and now you have insulted them or made them feel insecure. Is that really helping? Deep down, all you are trying to do is make yourself feel more important, because your opinion is the gospel and it is your civil duty to share it. Amazingly, most who feel the need to provide “helpful tips” don’t have any photos of themselves posted. If you are not a beauty consultant, fashion designer or a model agency please keep your criticism to yourself, and if you are please feel free to contact me!  

For those of you who are going to tell me I need to get a thicker skin, thank you for proving my point.

I have spent my entire life doing what other people want and this is a space for me and what I want for a change. I am not here to be your personal dress up doll or fulfill your fantasies. I hope you like the content I put out, but if you don’t just move on, there is plenty of content out there for you to choose from.

While we are at it, if you wouldn’t say something to a complete stranger (or someone you just met) on the street, please, please, please don’t say it on here. That goes for sharing photos as well. It is amazing what some people feel is appropriate to share while hiding behind a computer screen. 

I urge you all to listen to your mothers, if you can’t then please listen to mine!

anonymous asked:

What I meant earlier about Jon meeting Cersei is that since she is very insulting and disrespectful (one of the leaks said she calls him a Northern peasant ) he will realise how much better Dany actually is... And perharps this will reinforce his feeling even more?

I think so for sure. I mean by contrast, it will only emphasize what a better person Dany is. 

But we have seen Jon angry and pissed at a lot of people who have fucked with his past all season haha. Littlefinger, Theon, now Cersei. I just kind of think he would hate her whether Dany was involved in any of this or not. 

But yeah, he will totally notice that his queen is a total sweetie in comparison haha. And when he swears to her I expect to melt into a puddle. 

anonymous asked:

bruh wtf? how does being scared of flying equal to being less of a man? wes anderson, that beautiful man, is scared of flying and he has more talent in his one (1) red blood cell than chelsea herself

literally, Seb was like “I hate flying” and Chelsea was like “Men who hate flying are tantamount to men who are scared of dogs, it’s like, hey buddy you better fucking get your shit together” like…..This Just In, Men Can’t Have Fears, Because Men Must Feel Nothing. It’s just a garbage interview and she’s a garbage person and they could have had a sit down dinner with like, Stephen Colbert or Trevor Noah, someone who wouldn’t have just mocked everything about them. And instead we got that.

anonymous asked:

My Gorillaz confession: I have a head cannon of Murdoc that I keep secret from others because I'm afraid people will bash me for it. I hc that Murdoc is pansexual. I also hc that he's had lots of panic attacks in his life and still suffers through them.

One of my mottos when it comes to opinions/canons is “to each/one their own” because personal experience tends to dictate what our perception of a quote, image, word, etc. may be. I think it was brave of you to come forward and present your ideas to me (a stranger yet a fellow Gorillaz fan) and I wanted to let you know that you shouldn’t have to feel afraid to share what you think. Headcanon’s are just another form of how we can express our unique perspective. Ultimately it’s how we present these ideas and how we approach other people’s ideas that can cause conflict amongst people who could otherwise be great friends. 

I thought that to reflect that, I would draw these scenarios out for you. I hope you enjoy them! Thank you for your input! 

@grimdarkmatt This is partially a tribute to your comic about the nightmares that make Murdoc sick. I thought that was very interesting and wanted to show how much I admire your work. 

((This is NOT a slash between Murdoc and Noodle. It is based on the interview where she claimed her role as “big sister” by “helping murdoc after a bad tour” ))

Im so tired of not knowing why mood shifts in like 3 seconds. It hits me hard. I sit there whereveer im, not tolerating any single person. Not even those closest to me. No one can help. Family. No one. But only me. Im the only one who can help myself. But how can i help myself if im drowning. How can i help myself if i dont understand whats wrong. How can i help myself when i cant even explain to myself what im feeling. How can i help myself when im drowning. When im drowning. Is it depression? Or am i starting to understand the loss of a family member? Or do i miss someone so much and i cant reach them? Or is it a temporary mood? Family, those i know? Do i benefit anythint from them? From hanging out with them or am i just getting only annoyed and bored. Its all really tiring, not understanding yourself is the worst. Its like youre a living human being but in dead body. Moving around just for the sake of passing time. To be honest, at some points i keep on thinking that if a car wouldve hit me right now or someone would kill me, i would thank them. Because this life is so tiring. Not being able to reach someone you care about is tiring. Is sad. All i know and understand is that this feeling is like holding back your tears and wanting to cry hysterically every single minute. No one understands. Again. How can i help myself when im drowning.

anonymous asked:

I got a deck of tarot a while back because it was pretty and in the past couple days every draw I've done has been uncannily accurate... I got the nine of swords when I asked what kind of person my mother was, which is one of the most accurate things I've ever read. Are there limits to what / how much you can ask? It feels really nice to use, where should I go from here?

Tarot isn’t my specialty; I do my best work with runes. But some of the tenants are the same. 

There are no limits to what you can ask. You’ll find that there are sometimes limits on what you can control about what you learn, and sometimes limits on what the cards/runes are willing to tell you. And what you learn may not always be comfortable. 

Work with them. Many witches say that every tarot deck has a personality, so learn that of yours. Learn the cards. Get comfortable with using them. Divination takes practice, as does anything. 

pachimarl  asked:

last anon you answered.... I know how you feel... I got my first 5 man rez in comp recently. I usually stick with my main D.Va but someone took her and I couldn't be bothered messaging her. So I went my second main mercy... Our whole team gets wiped and I get a nice clean 5 man rez which wins us the game.... But, you know who was better? Pharah! Triple kill and those kills weren't even hers :')

Why are they stealing potgs from Mercys?? Like I got potg for booping one person off the cliff while our mercy got a 4 man rez.

wickerbotter  asked:

Just a suggestion, but if you wanted to make Marin and Adrienne similar but their own person how about keeping most of their personality traits the same but give them more or less intensity of those traits? Like Marinette is shy but Marin is slightly less shy and Adrien makes cute faces but Adrienne makes even more?

Yeah, I have been doing that to some degree. It’s mostly their appearances that is bothering me, because they really do look so much like Marinette and Adrien but changing their looks wouldn’t feel right. Maybe one day though I will be comfortable with changing it more.

The dynamic is hard to ignore though too, they’re not them unless they have an alter ego crushing on the other yknow? Maybe after we see Marinette and Adrien’s dynamic after a canon reveal I can work off of that to see how they’d be without that wall there and change them from there. Until then I guess they’ll remain the same.. (but in the meanwhile I’ll definitely keep pushing and growing their personalities outside of their genderbends so at least they’ll become more their own characters in that regard). 

Also thank you for the suggestion! I appreciate it and your interest in the twins au a lot!!! 

anonymous asked:

Why do people ship Ventus and Vanitas? I get that people, for whatever reason, like to ship arch enemies together following the logic of "It's like a child beating up their crush" which is honestly a practice that needs to DIE because it teaches kids that abuse is okay. But Ven clearly doesn't want what Vanitas is giving him, and seeing how Vanven writers love making Ventus submissive to Vanitas... In short, even if I believe Vanitas is redeemable, it feels like romanticizing domestic abuse.

I don’t know. I know that I reblogged a shippy pic yesterday or two days ago, but it was for the art style that I found to be beautiful. Personally, I don’t ship it, one because they’re more or less the same person and that kind of ship just weirds me out (that’s why I’m not into Soroku that much, either, although nowadays they are separate people but you get what I mean) and two because nothing in the story implies romance for me. They’re two parts of a whole and so they’re naturally gravitating towards each other. Kinda like Xemnas said about how Nobodies will try to replace their heart the first chance they get, since Ventus and Vanitas both hold part of their heart, they will try to replace the missing part by running into each other and clashing. And Vanitas wanting to become one with Ventus because of that doesn’t scream romance to me either… so yeah.

Anyways, I don’t see the appeal either except for the fact that both are good looking and that’s what makes people ship a lot of ships to begin with. I also definitely wouldn’t want to see that ship happening in canon (and frankly, I don’t see it happening).