how much beautiful can i possibly take from you

Dating guide for scorpio
  • Scorpio x Aries: This would be a VERY intense relationship, but if you don't both work really hard to see things from both perspectives chances are it will either burn out or dissolve into fighting over time.
  • Scorpio x Taurus: Opposites attract and you'll balance each other out really well if you can get the momentum to start something more than friendship (which is harder than it sounds). Just make sure that the Taurus knows how much you care about them and this could be a beautiful relationship!
  • Scorpio x Gemini: I really can't see this working out; opposites may attract but you just might be TOO opposite here. For a possibility of this being a good relationship, you'll both need to make sacrifices and give/take in the beginning, and afterwards the relationship will require a lot of maintenance to keep the spark from dying.
  • Scorpio x Cancer: Yes please!!! You have a lot in common but enough differences to keep things interesting. Also, you'll both adore each other and want the same from the other, leading to some incredible chemistry.
  • Scorpio x Leo: This would be difficult to say the least. You might feel like you're just giving and not getting anything back from the Leo, and this could start a bit of a chain reaction of passive-aggression. Learn to accept each other's differences, though, and maybe you can make this work!
  • Scorpio x Virgo: This pairing is one of those fairy tale couples in the beginning; smooth sailing with almost no rough weather. However, if either of you gets tired of the steady consistency from this relationship, things could get even more rough than you want.
  • Scorpio x Libra: Quite similar to Scorpio x Gemini but a bit deeper and more emotional. That's a plus, but at the same time there would still be the problem of how opposite your relationship needs are.
  • Scorpio x Scorpio: One word: INTENSE. Go for it, tiger, but you might reach a point where you need to slow down and take a deep breath, maybe even a break. That's okay and don't be afraid to communicate those feelings to your partner. Chances are they feel the same, and building that communication is crucial in this relationship.
  • Scorpio x Sagittarius: Depth certainly wouldn't be a problem in this because you're both extremely deep and insightful people. Even if this pairing doesn't work out, chances are you'll both learn a lot from this relationship that can be carried onto future ones, making it well worth it!
  • Scorpio x Capricorn: First thing's first, you'll need to get each other out of your shells or else this relationship will be doomed. Once you do, you'll learn a lot from each other and this could blossom into something beautiful, but if you go into things before you're truly open with each other, this could lead to some serious fighting and the whole thing may be downright toxic.
  • Scorpio x Aquarius: This would be such an honest, down-to-earth (ironically enough) relationship; the cute, quirky kind that you see in movies. Your ups and downs will be at their extremes, but if you hold on tight you could get something like a movie ending from this, too!
  • Scorpio x Pisces: I honestly ship this as friends more than as a relationship. As a relationship, things would start out more awkwardly than ever and you'd hit tons of rough patches because of how different you are from each other. The one big thing for this is to expect the unexpected.
BTS Reaction | having troubles in school

request: “Bts reaction when their gf comes home all beaten up from a fight at school?? I love your blog sm❤️🙏🏻”

Author’s note: I changed it a little bit in being bullied / having troubles in school, as I don’t feel comfortable writing about physical violence. 

Kim Seokjin

He would take your feelings really serious and let you cry on his shoulder. He would feel bad that he can’t protect you every second of the day and would make sure that he comfort you as much as possible. “Listen, they are just jealous of how beautiful you are. Don’t let them bring you down.”

Min Yoongi

Suga would be angry that you got so much trouble in school and that he can’t be there for you while it happens and just comfort you afterwards. “Message me next time something happens and I’ll be there in a second ok?”

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would turn super protective of you the minute you told him what happened in school. He would wrap his arms tightly around you and kiss your forehead. “Don’t cry over people like that. You are way better than them.”

Jung Hoseok

Hobi would turn pretty emotional as he can’t stand seeing you cry and moreover he would be devastated that you had to endure so much hate during your school day. “Just count on me Y/N. I’ll always be there for you. Don’t let those jerks ruin your day.”

Park Jimin

He would feel guilty that he can’t help you out with your stress but would try his best to cheer you up after you came home crying. “Maybe we should speak to some of your teachers? Anything you wanna do against them. I’ll help.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be really pissed the moment you came home with watery eyes. After you told him what happened in school, he would promise you to bring you to school the next day and talk to those jerks that bullied you. “I’ll show them that they target the wrong person.” 

Kim Taehyung

He would let you cry before asking you what happened and the minute you told him what was going on in school he would be very protective of you. “Do I need to take care of them? They won’t lay a hand on you anymore, I promise.”  

<p>I captured this beautiful moment of a wonderful man in the paradise island they call the Bahamas 🇧🇸 in march of 2016. He was playing a song lots of you all know as hotline bling by drake, on a instrument called the calypso steel drum. The calypso is a very popular instrument used in the Bahamas to create beautiful creative tunes such as what was played in the video. When I saw this man, I was so amazed at how he could play a somewhat complex song on a little circular drum! He was very kind enough to show and explain that he uses sticks with rubber attached to the end to strike the steel drum to create the sound being played. The drum sort of had sections that created different types of sounds, hence why it was possible for him to play drake’s song. The size and type of the rubber depends on what type of steel drum you use. He is obviously very talented because it takes some serious skill to play a song like that! I was struck in awe at how much amazement can come from just a simple guy playing a simple drum (simple to him) in the streets of Bahamas to gain some extra cash. People of the world, real beautiful is everywhere.</p>

kikquska  asked:

Is it ok to hate myself?


Little seedling, listen to me! I know it might look like there are lots of reason to hate yourself, but you’re the person you are and it’s good that way! You might’ve made mistakes, but you can learn from them! You might not be the person you wanna be, but you can get there! You might not be in the place you want to be in, but you can do it! There’s pretty much always the possibility for change to the better! Sometimes it takes time, but there are always ways! You shouldn’t hate yourself, because you’re a unique Person. You only exist once, and how sad is it, when you hate something beautiful that’s only there once in billions of people? I love you!

Emmerdale Big Bang Appreciation Post!

Shout out post to all the writers that contributed in the emmerdale big bang!

First off I just want to say a huge THANK YOU! Thank you for taking your time and creating beautiful works that broke hearts all over the robron nation! Every single work that has been created during these weeks have been breathtaking. 

I am not being dramatic when I say this but I could honestly feel every emotion, sweat and tear pouring out of every word that was written within these fics. From the most heart shattering to the fluffiest fic, I cried at every single one! I don’t cry often but for some reason I just couldn’t hold back. Never in my life have I been this emotionally drained but I don’t regret a single minute of it! This whole experience helped me step out of my comfort zone with what I usually like to read. I’m not going to lie, I looked at a few fics and thought, “Guess I’ll skip this one cause I probably won’t be interested in the topic” but I took a chance and thank goodness I did! You are all so incredibly talented that I could enjoy anything even if I don’t think I could so I thank you for that!  To sum up all my feelings, I just want to say thank you for everything and letting me have an amazing experience! You are all so talented, creative and beautiful!

Shout out post to all the Art creators that contributed!

I am always in awe of you guys honestly! The creations that your hands/minds make are outstanding and impeccable. We as a fandom are so lucky to have people that let us have a visual representation of the boys and I can never thank you all enough for that. I am not an artist in the slightest (never will be! I mean have you seen my stick figures??) but I do know how much work and effort it takes to produce the incredible and breathtaking art you all put out. I can’t thank you enough for what you do and please know that you are appreciated! From the smallest art to the biggest, you are all amazing and I adore you! Thank you for all you do!

Special shout out post to the beautiful human that made all of this possible @softrobertsugden

Thank you, thank you, thank you and THANK YOU! Without your organizing then none of this would be possible! Thank you for letting people have the chance to show off their talents and let us all see them for the fantastic creators that they are! You not only let us as viewers have a week of amazing fics/art work but you helped push these individuals and showed them that they can succeed over the expectations that they set for themselves. I can’t thank you enough Fiona for all of this. You are the best!

Please go read/look at all the amazing content from the big bang week here! You will not regret it! Also go follow all the blogs as well! The people behind the fics/art are nice, loving and open to everyone! Again, thank you everyone who participated!  @emmerdalebigbang

Foundations and Tarot Studies

I’ve been finding myself feeling a bit disconnected from my tarot practice lately, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. I realized that I’ve been jumping so headlong into new ways to both play with and practice tarot that I lost touch with some of the things that brought me to tarot in the first place.

I spent the last two days curled up with a couple of biographies, one about  Carl Jung and one about his wife, Emma. They left me feeling refreshed and renewed, with a better sense of just where my practice stands right now, and where I want to go next.

But the experience got me thinking. I wonder if one of the reasons that tarot can seem so overwhelming to beginners is that practitioners don’t talk much about foundations of tarot practice, both theirs and others.

When I talk about tarot foundations, I’m not talking about decks, or about schools of thought. Rather, I consider a practitioner’s tarot foundation their reason for picking up tarot, what called them to practice. It’s an important thing to be mindful of because knowing why you’re learning something makes it easier to sort through large amounts of information, especially if that information is coming from many different perspectives.

For example, I came at tarot in a somewhat sideways fashion. I was diagnosed my freshman year with anxiety and depression, so severe that I wound up repeating ninth grade. (I missed a lot of school.) We had to write and defend a thesis our senior year, and I wrote mine on the creation and interpretation of mandalas as a means of self-analysis based on the work of Carl Jung. 

I loved creating and interpreting my mandalas, but each one took me between two weeks and a month. It was hardly the quick, reactive tool that I had hoped to be able to use in addition to my therapy. I had a dream about using tarot, and the idea stuck with me. It made a lot of sense; I could still use my symbol interpretation skills and intuition, but since I wasn’t creating the images, just drawing them from a deck, I would be able to keep my assessments in the moment. Finally, an interpretive tool that I could use in the moment!

Because I come at tarot from a primarily psychological perspective, I will naturally have a very different approach to my practice than someone who looks to lift the veil of the future, and their practice will also be very different from that of someone who uses the tarot to channel or dialogue with spirits or deities. Being mindful of my perspective helps me sort through the myriad ideas and perspectives out there because instead of being overwhelmed by all of the possibilities out there, now I have a benchmark to evaluate all of those intriguing new ideas with. Some I’ll keep, some I’ll try and discard, and some I’ll pass over.

Without a foundation to keep in mind, it’s much harder to find and hold one’s own voice among all of those beautiful decks, great ideas, and more spreads than you can shake a stick at. Not only that, it’s all too easy to feel like you need to learn it all – only to get overwhelmed and possibly give up because it’’s all just too much to take in.

So whether you’re a newbie or have years of experience, take a few minutes and ask yourself:

What called me to tarot?

How did I come to take up tarot?

What do I want from my tarot practice?

These questions will help you reconnect with your personal practice, especially if you’re like me and have been bingeing everyone’s wonderful tarot posts here on tumblr! Balance is the key. It’s good to be learning new things from others, just be careful that you’re not ignoring the voice of your own practice as well. And if you ever do feel like you’re disconnecting or disconnected, take some time to remind yourself of how and why you started your journey to begin with. Chances are, it’ll give you not only some much needed clarity, but a new sense of direction as well.

The Morning Like…

Scrolling through the posts so much to see. So many ideas, thoughts, opinions and options jump out at me. The beauty of the images, the majesty of the words; so many voices needing to be heard. Who do I give my hearts to, who do I notice first. Looking at so much gives me idea bursts. How many creative minds can there possibly be, how many can I even hope to see. Things to read, pictures to see, silly sayings and items to take quite seriously. The world in the palm of your hand, spreading out everywhere from woman to man. My hearts go out to you all from the earth to the stars above, I’m sending out what little I can my M'Leigh Much Love ❤.

Image: Like Stock Pictures

“wait.” gregg sets down his cola with a soft damp thud against the living room table. “how can you be scared of love?”

“i’m not scared of love,” link replies. “it’s love that scares me.”

gregg scoffs. “is there a difference?”

link tightens his thighs under the table and sits up straighter. yes, dipshit, there is. “yeah,” he says, working a hand through his long hair. rhett should cut it soon. “there is.”

“enlighten me then, sherlock.”

“well… it’s like… ah.” how to put it into words? fearing the most beautiful force there is? it’s possible, link knows from experience, but how to say it? “if you meet someone who’s really intense, whatever they’re into it, it can be scary. that’s how i feel about people who love too much. who’re careless with their feelings and fling the word at anyone who smiles at them.”

gregg takes a sip of cola and hisses at the fizz. “not making any sense there, L-dog, try again.”

“no, fuck you.”

“ah come on, it’s practice for oral communications, yeah? persuade me. how can you be afraid of love? is it gonna come for you in the night?”

“yeah, it will, and it’ll hurt, too. it hurts if your love doesn’t match. if the, uh, girl you’re with loves more than you, it’s a problem, and if you love more than her, it’s also a problem. if either of you don’t love enough, nothing will ever progress, and if you both love too much, someone’s gonna cheat. so when i say love scares me, it’s because i don’t yet know how much love i have in me - what my capacity for love really is. i don’t think it’s very high, considering all the girlfriends i’ve had have been more into me than i was with them. and the unrequited crushes i did have on people, girls, always wrecked me more than they should. so now, if i meet someone who has all these different types of love going all at once, it overwhelms me. how can i compete with that?”

“compete?” gregg’s following now, his eyes are squinty, which means he’s listening, but he’s still not getting it. link tries again.

“i shouldn’t have said that, not compete. but like… balance. you can’t balance with someone who loves more or less than you. you’re always either going to feel like you’re not enough for them or like they’re not enough for you. friendships, family, sex. there’s always a power imbalance, and when it comes to love, it can make or break you. oh fuck you, you asked.”

“i did, didn’t think you’d go all shakespeare on my ass about it, though. must have been that improv class you took last semester.”

“whatever, man. all i’m saying is maybe you shouldn’t be so careless with your affections, keep your heart shielded. protect yourself and the girls you date by always laying out the rules first. reduces anxiety that way.”

gregg grunts.

now, it’s at this moment that rhett decides to join the conversation. he’s been on the couch playing a video game with the sound down, but now he gives a sharp, husky laugh that usually means he doesn’t agree.

gregg perks up. “ooh, rhett has something to say. come on boy, spit it out.”

rhett presses his thin lips together and keeps his eyes on the screen.

link watches him from the table, stomach coiling. if anyone’s opinion on the subject of love matters to him, it’s rhett’s. link takes a breath and calls to him. “rhett.”

“love shouldn’t make you anxious.” his voice is low but his fingers move fast over the controller. “it’s a feeling, not a midterm.”

link doesn’t bite back, but waits instead. he knows rhett has more to say but is holding back. silence will make him speak again. it does.

“if love scares you, you’re not doing it right, and the person you’re with doesn’t deserve you either way. it should be balanced, you’re right, but i don’t think real love makes you anxious. all that other shit does, like the exchange of power and the possibility of infidelity, but love itself, true love, shouldn’t be what you’re afraid of. love is the opposite of fear, and it’s not real if you’re scared of it.”

all three college roommates then fall silent, even gregg, who link has a feeling isn’t just high on cola. link keeps his gaze on rhett in the quiet moment that follows, video game groans and explosions the only sound between the three of them. rhett looks so stern over on the couch, brows furrowed, though his long body is slumped back as if he’s trying not to be. link stares at him a moment longer before looking to gregg and raising his eyebrows, admitting defeat.

rhett makes a good point, but link knows he’s wrong. love can still be real even if you’re afraid of it, hell, link knows that better than anyone.

he has never been more sure of or felt a love more real than that which he does for rhett, across all platforms, too - brotherly, platonic, romantic, sexual - but he also has never been so afraid of something in his whole life. he fears rhett’s love, that which he can’t give him, just as he fears own, which he knows is the wrong kind. rhett makes him anxious all the time when it comes to link’s unspoken feelings, but their friendship and trust is truer than anyone’s, they both know that. yet whether rhett knows it or not, his love, or lack thereof, has link suffering daily.

link won’t admit to that, of course. he’ll never tell his best friend that his heart is bigger than his and thus will never match, or that he’s so in love with him that it scares him, or that he knows they will be always be imbalanced, because then where the fuck would they be?

link isn’t ready to find out, not on this particular afternoon, so he just lets the subject drop and goes back to his comic book. he’ll save the answer for another day; he’s not feeling up to heartbreak at the moment.

Today is so special. This day last year was the turning point of my entire life. I had quit my job, was fresh out of the nest, just graduated high school and was boarding a plane to Cali. I always dreamed of doing this, I spent so many hours daydreaming, romanticizing airports terminals and solitude in the woods and the harmony within the unknown and ever since that day I’ve been experiencing it. It’s not always perfection, some days are tiring and stressful and going from the comfort to living in a home to learning how to be 100% independent is really intense, but I am so grateful for all my lessons so far. All the people I am thankful enough to cross paths with, especially my sweet soulmate. My best friend, my truest and most supportive partner. The person who is someone I can learn from, and teach things to. I am in love with our balance, our similarities and differences, everything. I can’t explain how blissful I am to be by your side and explore this world together. All these experiences are so beautiful when I think about it all, so much has happened in a year. Be grateful for where you are in life. Be present, focus on your growth. If you aren’t growing somewhere anymore, do something about it. Above all, take care of yourself. Do everything possible to make yourself happy, follow those wild dreams that are asleep within you. Make all of them come to life, because it’s all so possible if you surrender and allow yourself to receive all the magic and abundance you deserve 🙏🏼🌿

anonymous asked:

angst #20 + Yoosung pls. MC (she/her) says it to him. im gettin yandere vibes from that one lmao

This has been going on for weeks.


What is she supposed to do? Whatever is necessary to make it stop?

BEEP. “MC? Why aren’t you picking up your phone~? Hey.. I really really really want to talk to you… and listen to your voice. I miss your beautiful voice so much.”

How can she make it stop? What does it take to prevent Yoosung from harassing her like this?

The girl covers her ears, previously slumped down on the ground she now brings her knees as close as possible to her chest to curl herself up in a ball. 

The cellphone she has earlier thrown a few inches in front of her to the ground after staring at all the messages flooding in beeps again as Yoosung hangs up, no longer poisoning her mailbox.

She tries hard, so desperately to choke down the sobbing and the tears to enjoy the moments of sweet silence and calm. Silence she hasn’t had a chance to witness in weeks as her phone kept ringing.

Calls, messages, dozen of them. He even went by her house once, but gave up soon enough, figuring she might not be inside. Even though she was, clearly, holding onto her breath as if she was holding onto her dear life. She hasn’t left the house in such a long time, she barricaded herself in her room, locking every door, closing the blinds and dimming all the lights.

Carefully she reaches for her cell phone, her hand shaking and her entire body trembling.


She flinches at the sudden sound and the screen lighting up again.


Though her vision is cloudy from the tears streaming down her face and burning in her eyes, she manages to catch a glimpse of the sudden spam.

Call me back, MC :(
Why are you ignoring me?
I haven’t seen you in so long. I’m worried. You’re not out with someone else are you? Just replytomeIcan’ttakeitanylongerI’mstartingtofeellikeI’llburst,MC,reply,replyreplyreplyreplyreply

“MC? I know you’re in here! I heard your phone.”

She jumps and stares in horror at her front door. The handle slowly turns and then violently swings up and down as the intruder plans to break it open, apparently.

The girl can’t help but scream in terror as he manages to break the door open. There’s still a second padlock, but a purple orb stares through the small gap and it nearly has her heart stop. She stands up weakly, her knees feel like they’re going to give out any second, but she manages to back up as much as possible until her back hits the wall.

“Go away!! Leave me alone! I– I will call the police!” she squeals while the blonde boy’s fingers reach for the chain separating the two from each other.

“That’s not nice of you to say, MC~ especially when I just wanted to come look for you, I was so worried… I’m so happy to see you, MC. We can go see each other more often now, right? I’m so excited!” The boy finally managed to pick the lock, opening the door fully and slowly walking towards the scared girl.

At this point he has her bawling and beg for mercy, pray, scream for help, whichever it is. Surprisingly her prayers are answered too. Her breath hitches, though she keeps coughing from all the crying and sobbing, but she feels her phone vibrate in her hands and immediately picks up, she doesn’t care who it is, she’s just happy that someone is reaching out to her, giving her some grasp of hope to grab onto.

“Don’t come near me, Yoosung! Get the fuck away from me!” she screams.

“MC? What’s happening, are you okay?”

Upon hearing Seven’s voice, Yoosung’s gaze darkens, his eyes seem so much duller, seem to have lost any light and any indication of him being human. He yanks forward, ripping the phone from MC’s hand and smashing it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

“Why are you talking to him? You’re supposed to talk to me, MC.” he spits with disgust while stomping on the phone with his feet.

She takes the chance of his distraction and runs past him, out the door and just away. Her legs feel like they’re going to give out, but everything in her screams to keep running, desperate for as much distance as she can get from this.

Anon Request PT2: Making up with the KBTBB guys

A little bit of foul language


It’s been a week of not seeing you. He couldn’t take it anymore. It was grinding down on his sanity in a unhealthy, irritating, worrisome fashion, and he needed to talk to you. He couldn’t bear the possibility of losing you like this.
And so Soryu bit the bullet and asked Eisuke to keep you after work, crawling his apologetic ass to meet you.
“What is it?” You look away from him, not wanting him to see exactly how much you had missed him, and how you regretted storming out on him. Soryu honestly wouldn’t have noticed anyway. His head bowed slightly, his feet shuffling, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his suit jacket, your boyfriend looked nothing like a mobster. More like a complete dork nervously and guiltily waiting your punishment.
“I… I came to…. to say that um… Come home to me.” He said quickly, as if the words themselves were a sort of embarrassing thing to slide from his tongue.
“Why?” You tip your head. “You told me to leave.”
“I didn’t!” He jolts up worriedly at your tone and you see frantic anxiety in his eyes. You force back your melting heart and tender amusement. “Just… Come home, alright?” He ran a hand through his hair. You remarked that his dark locks weren’t slicked back today. Today, he was just your boyfriend, not the mob boss. You liked that.
“Why?” You ask again, quietly, stuffing your stuff into your purse and picking it up. Soryu assumes you were about to leave, and quickly goes over to you, grabbing your arms and clutching you against his chest.
“No, don’t go.” He muttered against your hair. He frowns at his own words and quickly adds: “I’m not done with you yet.”
“What are you even trying to say?” You look up at him with a pout. “I’m not done being mad at you either.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” He winces at the awkwardness of his words. Whatever it took to keep you with him. “I… I wasn’t being very considerate. I know you’re worried about me. I just… It’s better for you if you still keep your distance. It’s safer.”
“Soryu.” You sigh and pull away from him. You see alarm flash in his gaze as his hands grab yours and tighten, scared you were going to leave. “I’m always going to be worried about you… It’s how I am… I’m sorry if I was being too irrational.”
“You weren’t.” He said quietly. “I need to see things from your point of view, I guess. I’m not too used to having a woman around like this.” He tugged on your hands, almost shyly, and pulled you into his arms again. “I don’t like seeing you so worried. Trust me, I’ll be okay. Minor injuries are just a part of being in this business.”
Your arms wrap around his waist and you feel his muscles relax in relief. Your heart warms.
“I know you just want to protect me. But Soryu, I don’t mind. Let me in on your life. Let me worry about you.” You press your cheek against his broad shoulders. “It’s what a relationship is about, sharing each other’s burdens.”
He stroked your hair, a rhythmic pattern that soothed all the sadness from the past week. Soryu smiled faintly and kissed your temple.
“I’m not very good at expression.” He kissed you again. “I can try, okay? I promise I won’t be so blunt. I’ll do my best.” He held you at arms’ length and gazed down into your eyes. “You know I love you, right?”
Your cheeks blushed a little and you turned your head away. His hand caught your chin and tipped your face back up to him.
“Right.” You said a tiny voice, frozen under the intensity of his affectionate eyes, the same eyes that inspire fear in all other faces. The eyes narrowed into a dear smile and Soryu kisses you, wrapping you into his arms.
“Come on. We’re going home.”

He glared at his canvas. Your eyes smiled back at him sweetly, your face illustrated in soft colours, your hair tumbling in that soft flow down your back. Ugh. He threw his brush down and turned away.
All he could paint in the past two weeks was you. You, you and you again. A few pictures of you crying, you shouting at him, images that haunted his mind since the argument. Most of them, however, were pictures of you gazing at him with that starry love, glowing under some sort of light, dazzling down to the last stroke of his brush. Goddamn he missed you.
His phone rang. Hah. See, Koro came right back.”
Ota scrambled over his bed and snatched it up.
“Koro, I-“
It was Baba.
“You might want to come over. It’s ______________.”
“Who did this? The hell was she thinking?” Ota sat down, with a barrage of questions, on the edge of Baba’s bed, looking down at your unconscious form. His friend shrugged.
“Good thing I happened to be at the bar. She’s been sleeping it off for the past twelve hours. It was a strong one.”
“Thanks.” He said without taking his eyes off you. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”
“How would I know if you were up at that ungodly hour of night?” Baba shrugged carelessly and sauntered out of the room. “I’m going to take a shower and a nap. If you don’t mind, please control yourself until you get off my bed.” He winked and closed the door behind him.
“I’m not a perverse freak.” Ota muttered as he reached out and touched your face lightly. He sighed. “What the hell were you thinking, Koro, going to places where people are going to touch you and try to-“ His sentence faltered when he saw you start to stir. “________________!”
“Ow…” You whine as you put your hand to your head. “Ugh…” Your world starts coming into focus. “Where…. OTA?!”
“Yeah, that’s the name.” He scowled. “Got a headache? Serves you right.” Despite the harsh words, he took the glass Baba had left at the side of the table and offered you water. You didn’t take it, watching him in shock. “Come on, drink up. Dammit.” Ota nudged the glass against your hand. “God, don’t look at me as if I took advantage of you. Drink the damn water, Koro. It’ll help your headache.”
“What happened?” Your fingers tighten around the glass nervously, tears coming to your eyes.
“Some stupid girl got drugged at a bar cause she was too stupid to stay at home with her boyfriend.”
“I… oh.”
“Hurry up and drink, gosh, do I have to feed you, Koro?” Ota urged. You obeyed silently, trying to blink back the tears. “Why are you crying now?” He moved himself onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t cry, you’re safe now. I’m here.”
“I just… I just wanted to show you that I’m not any less appealing than… than those girls…” You whimper against his chest. “I just wanted to make you jealous… I didn’t… I-“
“I know, I can tell.” Ota held you tight against him. It felt wonderful to hold you again, and something in his heart softened. “Silly Koro trying too hard.”
“I’m sorry…” You say softly. “For not trusting you… and for this.”
“You better be.” Ota said, amusement creeping back into his voice. “Alright, alright, enough with the crying.” He wiped away your tears with his hands. “I know you’re appealing to men. Of course I know. At the same time, I know you can’t bear to be away from me.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You’re my Koro, my muse, my girlfriend. Trust me, I can’t bear to be away from you either.”
“Ota…” You heart thudding, you surrender to his arms again, letting the argument melt into the past.
He kissed the top of your head.
“You’re coming home with me, Koro.”

He retreated to the couch again, turning on the TV with a sigh. Maybe if he waited it out, it would be alright. But even through the sounds of the trashy program he had been staring blankly at, he could hear the sniffling in the bedroom.
He got up and went over, deciding to open the door. He was smacked in the face with a pillow, his hat flying. Baba said nothing and picked up the pillow. You were curled up in the bed away from him, shoulders shaking with small cries.
You felt the bed dip as he sits down beside you, and you try your best to ignore him. His hand comes to rest on your arm.
“My sweet, talk to me.”
Baba was at a rare loss for words.
“I… um…”
You kept sobbing. 
“I think I know what you’re upset about.”
“Do you?” Your voice was a tiny squeak.
“I’m sorry that I pulled a stunt like that.” He stroked your hair away from your face. “I know you’re really worried about me. It’s only natural. Normal people aren’t used to my way of life.”
You sniffed hard.
“I’m really sorry.” He leaned down and put his head on your arm. “I won’t ever do something like that again, okay? I’ll get Ota to do it.”
A tiny giggle hiccuped through your tears. Baba smiled and straightened.
“I’m just… I’m really scared, Baba…” You look up at him. “What if you… I don’t know what I would do…”
“I would never let anything happen to myself.” He takes your hands and pulls you into a sitting position. His thumbs brush aside your tears and he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Look at this beautiful, sweet woman. Look at how much I have to protect. I couldn’t possibly be so irresponsible and get myself arrested.”
He smiled lovingly and smoothed your hair from its ruffled state.
“Trust me, I’m always careful. Especially now that I have you.”
You nod slowly.
“And can you… next time… just give me a heads up?”
“But wasn’t that part of the fun?” Baba asked, tipping his head. “Your reactions are so adorable, my lady.”
“My heart failure wouldn’t be adorable.” You complain softly, a slight blush overtaking your cheeks.
“Oh dear, well then.” Baba cupped your face with his large, warm hands. “I’ll let you in on my plans every time from now on, how’s that? My beloved’s heart much more settled?”
You blush deeper and nod.
“I plan to kiss you now.” He chuckles and leans in. You close your eyes and allow his lips to capture yours.

“Where are my clean underwear, kid?” He called for you. No response. Right. You were ignoring him. “FUCK!”
The silent war has been going on for almost a week. At first, Mamoru really thought nothing of it. He could order room service or go out to a restaurant for bento. That was no big problem. But ugh, he didn’t know where the hell his underwear was kept or how the laundry machine functioned or where the iron was stored. In your anger, you had refused to clean anything of his. Pulling open the closet, your clothes were organized in their usual orderly fashion, and his was a mountain of a mess.
There were soft footsteps behind him and he turned to see you.
“Finally remembered me?” You huff, your arms crossed.
“Where are they?” Mamoru sighed in defeat.
“Where you left them.”
“That doesn’t help!” He threw his hands in the air. “Come on, help me out here, kid!”
You shrugged.
“You said you could get on with life just fine on your own.”
“Come on, don’t be like this, please.”
“I actually don’t know…” You roll your eyes. “You said to not bother, so I didn’t bother paying attention this past week.”
You shrugged cooly again and tried to leave the bedroom. Mamoru grabbed your arm.
“Ow, what do you want? I said I don’t know!”
“Sorry, kid.” He avoided your eyes, sounding guilty and embarrassed at his own apology. “I didn’t notice… I didn’t realize how nice it was to have everything sorted out for me.”
“Say that again?” You raise an eyebrow. “Look at me and say that again, Mamoru.”
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I’d rather not?”
You yank your arm from his grasp and he grabs back on instantly.
“Okay okay okay!” He exclaimed. Ruffling his hair with his other hand, he blushed a little. Mamoru finally brought his eyes to look at you. “I didn’t appreciate your hard work enough. I… I started to realize this past week when my ashtrays were overflowing and my clothes were all misplaced and things were just… I’m sorry. You had a point… My life is a mess, and you make it so much nicer for me when you sort things out.” His head bowed sadly.
“I… I was a little rude about it too.” You admitted quietly.
“No no, you were fine.” Mamoru’s gaze snapped back up. “You’re already so patient with me. I… I don’t like having you work so hard though. Some things you can just leave be. My woman should be taken care of, not to work her ass off.”
“It’s nice doing things for you.” You say after a long pause. He crushes you against his chest and you muffle your face into the smoke tinged jacket. “Mmmf! Smoke, Mamo!”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He stroked your cheek as you pulled away. “I’m going to quit, don’t worry. Now that this is all sorted out, please stop ignoring me.” He drew your face closer and kissed you. “Ugh, I missed you.”
“Since you sound so sincere in your apology, okay.” You smile up at him.
“And um… sweetheart… can you help me find clean um…”

“_________________!” He shouted as he spotted your figure in the half empty evening streets. “_________________, come back here!”
He raced after you. Hell, this was so embarrassing. Him, Eisuke, running after this little shrimp of a woman who was too dumb to charge her phone? But it was inevitable.
“_________________.” He caught up and grabbed your arm. You struggled and tried to pull away.
“Let go of me, Eisuke!”
“Where are you going?”
“Let go!” You wrench your arm away from him and rub the sore spot where he grabbed you.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you… you… you control freak!” You glare up at him angrily, tears flashing in your eyes.
“What are you talking about?!” He said in frustration.
“What, what are you going to do, put me in a collar and leash? Drag me back like a dog? I’m not your little play thing? Let me breathe!” You scream.
“You’re making quite a scene.”
You bite down on your lip in self awareness and a choked sob rises through your throat.
“_________________, don’t be like this.” Eisuke tried to reach for you and you shrink away.
“Don’t touch me…”
“I didn’t mean to be like Ota at a pet shop, okay?” He grumbled. “I’m worried about you, _______________.”
You were stunned for a moment and you look up at him in surprise.
“Do you remember what happened to Soryu’s girlfriend two months back? God forbid that shit happen to my woman.” Eisuke ran a hand through his hair, trying to pull his thoughts back together. “The only thing I can do is keep calling you to tell myself you’re alive and well.”
“Don’t you know I worry about you?”
The dark brown eyes blazed down at you and you stand, transfixed, looking back up at him.
“I’m not trying to be mean to you…” Eisuke said, his voice softening. “I want to always know you’re safe.”
“It’s too much.” You say quietly. “Too much control.”
“You could have said something.”
“I tried! But you’re always so mean!” You almost start back up in tears and Eisuke’s hand wipes away the drop in the corner of your eyes. “Eisuke… you can’t control all of me…”
There was a long silence. Your mind goes wild. Maybe you were taking it too far. He seemed angry. Would he yell at you?
“I’m sorry.”
“________________, I didn’t mean to be so… so controlling, as you put it. I want you to be safe.” He looked away for a moment, and turned back to you. “If you really want, I can… try… to lay off a little.”
“I would appreciate it.” You say softly, your heart lightened at the way he was willing to try and make you more comfortable. “Thank you, Eisuke.”
He looked down at you with a bit more of his usual arrogance.
“I guess when you grab on too tightly, they try to run from you, huh?”
“Why would you grab so tight anyway?”
He scoops you up, cradling you in his arms.
“So you know that I love you.”
You blush furiously.
“What? You better have paid attention, cause I don’t plan on saying it again anytime soon.”
You pout.
His smirk turns serious.
“Fine, since I was being too mean to you.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “_______________, I love you. I’m sorry for being so controlling. I’ll work on it.”

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My Little Girl (Dean x Reader) with daughter

(This is written from Dean’s P.O.V.)

Character: Dean x Reader (Female) with daughter. 

Word Count: 2,287

Warnings: None.

Request: I had an idea but did really badly actually trying to write it, so I decided to leave it to those more talented than I! If you have time, maybe you could pretty please write a story where Dean has a daughter that has him wrapped around her finger (I’m picturing around age 3-6) and she requests to make cookies while her mom is gone, and it kind of ends up being a disaster (but a precious one)? Thank you so much, and it’s okay if you can’t get to it! :)

Inspiration: Tim McGraw - ‘My Little Girl’

AN: As always, comments, questions, and constructive criticism are more than welcome :) I hope y’all enjoy!


*Disclaimer* unfortunately, I am not affiliated with Tim McGraw.



Lifting my head at the sound of [Y/N]’s voice, I smiled, watching as she walked into the room, our little girl trailing close behind.

I had never expected to become a father.

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Endless Nights

Other parts are under the One Night section:

This was quite hard to write as I didn’t want to be insensitive with any of my words or my take of an event. Sorry if I have…

WARNING: sensitive material involving sexual assualt.

You deserve this. Did you really think you were going to get away with being so frivolous and carefree your whole life without consequences? This is your comeuppance.

“I’ll be gentle if you don’t scream,” his stern and hissed voice whispered into her ear from behind, making her shudder. Her eyes were shut so tightly and in that moment it was the only part of her body that she had control over. She felt him loosen his grip from her mouth and although she wanted to move and fight, something was blocking her muscles from doing so. He aggresively pushed her against the wall, crushing her front against it, her jaw painfully knocking sideways.

Your brain is working perfectly fine, you can think for yourself and that means you can move for yourself. Fight back, fucking fight back you idiot, move your arm, move anything Amelia.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move a muscle, she was essentially paralysed. Her pulse was racing faster than she’d ever experienced and she could hear every mechanism of her insides in her own ears as if they were amplified. Although she could not feel them, she could tell tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her brain conjured up images of no significance to her or the situation- a child holding some candy floss, a winding staircase, an abandoned forest with thick fog forming- anything to remove herself from her body and her skin.

She dared to glimpse behind her for a second to see the man opening his belt in a hurry. She gulped back nothing but air, her saliva had abandoned her mouth in desperate search of safer places, the nausea bubbling in every crevice of her being.

This is your chance, make a noise. Do something.

Still, her body did nothing her brain ordered it to. She felt nothing. She looked down to see her skirt being lifted up and in a final ditch attempt to prevent what was about to happen, she summoned every cell of energy to move her arm to stop it. It felt like three tonnes of lead was attached to her shoulder and it made her body collapse to the floor, her knees giving into the numbness and her head slamming against the concrete.

You are ok. This is not real, don’t worry. That painful pounding in your head is not an injury, it’s just a bad hangover. The hands on you are not hands…

She could just about make out where the concrete below her was, as she lay face-down on the ground recovering from the fall. He knelt down, covering her body with his own and forcefully pushing himself into her. A pain seared through her insides, the mechanisms going into overdrive in her ears and telling her to scream. All that escaped her mouth was a whimper. As he satisfied himself within her with his forceful violating thrusts, her face was shred against the small loose stones scattered in the alley. Again, one more futile attempt to escape washed over her, crawling up onto her knees and elbow before promptly being dragged back into his arms.


He cut her voice off before the word “help” had even been formed, reaching a hand around to her mouth and shutting down the sound. She took a bite of his hand, finding the tiniest part of fight left in her. It did nothing but encourage him to bite back, a dull sensation in her shoulder sending shocks of panic into her heart once more.

You’re going to be ok.

Owen walked through the deserted midnight streets, hands in his pockets, returning from his search of Amelia. Having looked for her in the bar, he’d followed the barman’s advice and took a stroll down to her apartment to check if she was there. As he approached her building, he noticed her lipstick on the ground. He picked it up and confirmed it was Amelia’s from the patterned case it came in. He thought it was odd, but decided to carry on walking.

He buzzed her apartment number several times, he checked his phone for sign of life, he texted her, he whatsapped her. He tried every communication before calling her.

“Come on, I just want to check you’re ok,” Owen muttered to himself as he heard the dial tones in his ear. After the third or fourth one, he could hear a ringtone from a phone echoing louder and louder from the alleyway to the side of the building. He thought it must have been coincidental but walked that way in spite of his suspicions.

“Amelia?” he asked, making his voice clear and strong.

No answer came but he could still hear the sound of the ringtone. He hung up the phone to see if it would stop and it did. He redialled her number and the ringtone sounded again. He desperately searched for the source, finally working out how to keep the ringing going whilst using the flashlight.

“Amelia!” He barked, more forcefully.

His heart was beginning to pound. Nothing was ok about this situation- she wasn’t in her apartment, she had clearly been drinking, she wasn’t answering to her name but her cell was ringing somewhere in a dark abandoned alley… He shut his eyes as tight as possible and took a deep breath, composing himself.

She’s going to be fine, she’ll just be slumped over in a corner giggling to herself because she dropped her phone or something… she will be fine.

“Amelia…” he gasped as he saw her bare skin in the shimmering glow of the phone’s torch. Gulping back the feeling of nausea as he saw her petite frame wrecked and face-down on the concrete, he ran over to her, kneeling by her side and checking her pulse. It was erratic and her pupils were going wild as he checked her responses.

He attempted to control his adrenalin, needing the flight or fight response to go into auto-pilot and overide his desire to punch the nearest wall. It had only been a few weeks since he had been running across a war-torn desert, discovering deeply wounded soldiers but this… this, he had not trained for. He covered her exposed body parts up, sorrow and guilt powering his muscles as he did so. She was passed out but alive.

She’ll be ok. She’ll be ok.

He gently and slowly moved her over so she was lying on her back. Her face had scratches from where it had been rubbed against the harsh ground and her head was bleeding from within her hair.

“Amelia,” he said, tears stinging his eyes from rage, hurt, pain, sympathy, pity… too many emotions flooded his circulation and he broke down, desperately biting is bottom lip to keep it contained. “You need to wake up Amelia.”

A slight groan signalled her awareness that someone was there. He dialled 911 and waited, constantly talking to her and reassuring her he was there.


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Fic: What a Disappointment, pt 2

Previous parts of my contribution to salty!teens arranged marriage here.

Jon wasn’t surprised that King Rhaegar sent him to the North to live with and marry into his mother’s family. For the same reason he understood why his father wanted him gone, he didn’t have much hope that his mother’s family would be any happier to claim him. Bastards are never much wanted and royal bastards might be the least desired of the bunch. It’s as if the stink of potential usurpation and past indiscretions not his own hung over him, while he failed in almost every task set before him. Except fighting.

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anonymous asked:

when are you gonna get off tumblr and live in the now? you're such a poser. your ego fueled blog is so toxic

I barely got back from more than a week long road trip up north to burning man & back. How would that not be considered living in the now? I have an amazing life outside tumblr & the internet in general. I try to spend as much time as I possibly can outdoors and having fun.. but I really don’t see what the big issue is with having a blog???? It’s not that hard to go online, it doesn’t take too much time, and you can be on tumblr and do other things at the same time. Have you ever heard of the tumblr app? Multitasking? Taking breaks from activities to go online? Tumblr is a nice way to relax and get your mind off things because of all the beautiful pictures and information being shared. I just can’t understand how you’re telling me to live in the ~now~ when you clearly don’t know me and are sending messages like this via anon. Pretty low of you if you ask me… and it seems like you’re too focused on what I’m doing with my life than your own. 
There’s nothing toxic about my blog. It’s a PERSONAL space for me. I share posts about MY life and experiences, MY thoughts. Since when is that ego-tistical? It’s not an open space for everyone, it’s MY space. Respect that and keep your negativity to yourself. You can unfollow me, block me, whatever if you’re that bothered.. and if anything is toxic, it’s you. I hope you rethink the harsh words you’ve told me and realize sending messages like this online, especially through anon, to somebody you do not know is never okay. Sending you positivity. ~*