how i will feel

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Happy 22nd birthday to one of the greatest leader❤️. Words cannot express how grateful and proud we all are to have you in our lives. We have shared beautiful moments together, whether it was celebrating your accomplishments or supporting you through your hardships. No matter what happens in life know we will always support you. Keep on shinning Hanbinnie 🌟🌟



Who’s looking forward to Hauntswitch?

anonymous asked:

hi! i really loved your story about taako in neverwinter and losing his memory but i’m a bit confused about what exactly is wrong with him? could you maybe clarify? i’m sorry, it’s not a fault with the writing, i just have a hard time understanding things unless they’re straight up explained to me

Yeah sure! I kept it kind of vague on purpose, I wanted to keep it pretty short.

Taako has had Lup with him almost his entire life, so when his memory was erased, a significant portion was erased - half of every memory, almost. His mind had to account for those missing pieces and probably constructed false memories of Taako living his live on his own to fill in the empty spaces left behind. (I’m not an expert, but in my understanding minds don’t like empty spaces and sometimes invent memories or ideas to fill in or justify gaps.) So when he got his actual memories back, there are two versions of almost every memory.

Now, my thought is that this arrangement is usually okay - he knows what’s real and what’s manufactured - but sometimes minds get confused by things. So, sometimes Taako just can’t quite remember what Lup was doing during certain memories and has to ask, and sometimes his mind decides one or the other version of the past is true - or just gets overwhelmed and shuts down for a bit on particularly bad days. Those days Taako doesn’t even bother getting out of bed.

In the fic, Taako’s brain abruptly switched to the “always been alone and works for the BoB” memory track (because the “got sister back” present doesn’t jive with that, it’s just tossed), leaving him with no explanation for why he’d be in Neverwinter. There’s no context, no one with him (Lup is still in the store he just stepped out of), and no reason for him to be there, so it’s very jarring. Trying to justify Lup, someone with his face who shouldn’t exist according to these memories, confuses his brain immensely. After a rest, the memory track switches back to the real one; Lup is waiting to make sure it’s okay for her to get close, so that the same thing doesn’t happen. Not the first or last time it happens, and understandably upsetting every time.

Me: Why do I feel nauseous

Me @ me: You had three sugar cookies, a bottle of blue mountain dew, two sushi rolls, and a cup of coffee today. And nothing else.

Me: …….yeah, but

so… i know mlb is a kids’ show but… is gabriel going to go to jail at some point in the series after he’s found out and neutralised? i mean he threatened the whole city of paris and caused hundreds to be hurt. even though everything was usually fixed thanks to ladybug’s powers and the status quo was kept i am sure that his actions can be compared to some kind of terrorism. and i really dont want the writers to just forget that he’s a criminal and actually punish him, especially because at this point they have made it pretty clear that he deserves it

yours (jane/kurt drabble)

He’s kissing her, backing her up towards the bedroom - their bedroom - as she digs her fingers into his shoulder blades, pulling him close to her.

She presses herself up against him as she hooks her fingers into the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it up his torso.

She mumbles something he can’t understand but he knows what she wants and he lifts the shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it behind him. She giggles as he hooks his arm around her waist and hoists her up against him, her giggle turning into a gasp against his lips as his hand slides down to her backside, pulling her even closer.

It’s been a long time, such a long time, since they’ve been with each other like this. Since they’ve touched each other like this. It feels like forever and it feels like yesterday, all at the same time.

She pulls him with her as he lowers her down onto their bed and folds her body around his, biting at the spot below his ear.

He closes his eyes, his hands finding her ribs as he gently pushes himself away from her, fighting for breath as he sits back on his heels.

Her eyes fly open and she scampers to prop herself up on her elbows.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes searching his for answers. “Why’d you stop?”

He shakes his head, reaching out and placing his hands on her hips, leaning forward and pressing a kiss over her heart.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” he says before he sits back up and takes a deep breath. “It’s just…I need you to know something…there was no one else,” he says, his eyes fixed on hers. “It’s OK if there was for you…I won’t be…”

He pauses, clearing his throat as he turns his head and looks out the window, biting the inside of his cheek. He takes a deep breath and turns back to her, his eyes glassy as they meet hers again.

“It’s ok,” he whispers, nodding as he says it. “It doesn’t matter.”

She shakes her head, sitting up and swinging her legs around, kneeling across from him as she reaches out and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

She is not offended or upset that he thinks there is even the possibility she may have been with someone else while they were apart. She understands what he is saying.

That she is still his and he is still hers, even after all this time, even after not knowing if they would ever see each other or kiss each other or touch each other again.

That he understands why she left and why she would have stayed away had he not found her.

That none of that matters anymore because they are here now, with each other. That they have found each other again and will never let go.

“There was no one else,” she whispers in his ear as she runs her fingers through his hair. “There is no one else. Ever.”

She feels him nod as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips find hers as she lays back against the bed, pulling him with her.

Eventually her palm finds his heart, resting there over his heartbeat and she blinks back he tears as she feels it steady beneath her fingers. He brushes his lips against hers before covering her hand with his.

She opens her eyes, meeting his before he leans down to whisper in her ear, pressing her hand against his chest.

“Yours. Only yours.”

A Coliver 4.04 coda.

“You didn’t need people, not like the rest of us. Now, I don’t know what changed you. I don’t know what happened, if it was this place or Oliver, but you cannot live your life for other people. You have to live your life for you, the real you, and find someone who fits with that, and that is not Oliver.”

“Are you okay?”

Connor glances down at their entwined fingers. Oliver’s thumb is warm where it rubs back and forth over his hand. He reaches for Oliver’s wine glass and puts it on the coffee table, far out of reach and out of the spill danger zone.

“I’m fine,” he says simply.

“You don’t seem fine.” Oliver squeezes his hand again before inching closer on the couch. “You’ve been kind of quiet since your dads left. Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Connor can barely hold back a grimace. He still hears his father’s words echoing in the back of his mind. He ran six miles trying to forget them. And even the hot shower he took afterwards couldn’t scrub away the sick feeling inside him.

“Did he… did he try to talk you back into enrolling?”

Connor doesn’t miss the edge of hope in Oliver’s voice. He wishes that’s what his father did.

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