i am always worried about people

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Hey! Have you ever thought to yourself, “wow, i wish i could listen to more music by trans people”?

Well, my name is Nayla! I am a trans woman (she/her pronouns) and i’ve been making music for almost three years as Jungheim. A lot of my songwriting centers around mental illness and dysphoria (most of what i’ve posted hasn’t been dysphoria related as i am not yet out to my family). My genre is typically in the rock category, but i love branching out and trying out other genres! 

Anyways, be sure to check out my music and reblog this! I’ve always been self-conscious about my music and worried that it won’t get as much attention and hype because of my identity. Thank you for your time :)

https://soundcloud.com/jungheim

Family Matters - Elias Lindholm

for anon

lowercase intended

word count: 1791

warnings: none

a/n: i am so sorry about the wait for this one and the quality. i’ve been struggling with writers block lately:/

Originally posted by nhl-canes

you’d always thought that you’d be more nervous than elias when he finally met your family. you’d been way more nervous when you met his family. hell, you always worried about things more than he did; he just calmed you down.

elias’ family had been incredibly welcoming, and you were hoping your family would be the same. however, he had more people to meet and impress than you’d had; you had two younger brothers and an older sister as well as your mom and stepdad. elias only had his parents and his older brother.

you had gotten dressed hours ago and were trying to take a nap, but elias was bustling around your bedroom, moving from the closet to the bathroom and back again as he stressed over his outfit, his hair, his posture. his relentless pacing kept you awake and he wouldn’t stop despite you repeatedly assuring you that he’d be fine.

“el, my parents want to like you. i haven’t brought a lot of guys home, but they’ve liked almost every single one. my siblings will like you too,” you said soothingly. you gave up on sleeping and got up out of bed, padding barefoot into the bathroom to find elias. he was brushing his hair and smoothing it out repeatedly. you took the brush from his hands and placed it on the counter.

elias wouldn’t meet your eyes as you folded both of his hands in your much smaller ones to the best of your ability.

“i love you. that will not be affected by my parents’ opinion of you,” you said slowly. “my brothers won’t care as long as you sign their hurricanes jerseys and aren’t mad at them for not having yours. my sister knows you already—”

“i’ve never met her before…?” elias raised an eyebrow. “…but you tell her everything so she’s basically already met me.”

you grinned awkwardly. “one less first impression to make?”

elias chuckled and removed his hands from yours, gathering you into a hug. “you’re lucky i love you.”

you said nothing, only hugged him tighter.

“but really, do i look okay?” elias pulled back and looked at you nervously.

“you look fine. this is just a casual dinner.” you grabbed elias’ hand and led him back to the bed, where you sat down and scooted to the middle near a pillow. you curled in a ball and patted the bed. “now i am going to nap until we have to leave. you are more than welcome and in fact encouraged to join me. it’ll pass the time more quickly.”

elias threw himself on the bed and moved into place next to you. he slung his arm over you and coaxed you out of your ball shape, curling you into his body.

you hummed happily but then wiggled uncomfortably as elias kissed your neck, scratching you with his stubble. “elias. stop.”

“i’m just getting comfortable,” he said defensively, but he pulled back and let you be.

“sleep,” you ordered. elias’ arms tightened around you before he finally stopped fidgeting. you matched your breaths to his and soon fell asleep.

when you woke up, you immediately knew something was off. elias was still asleep next to you, snoring lightly. that was typical. you squinted in the darkness and your phone began to vibrate as you realized what was wrong.

it was dark in your bedroom. you sat up and grabbed your phone, which was lighting up with a call from your mom. hitting answer, you slid out of elias’ arms and off the bed.

“mom?”

“y/n? where are you! it’s almost six thirty!”

you cringed, rubbing your face with your hands. “elias and i were taking a nap. i thought i’d wake us both up in time to leave, but i guess i overslept.”

“we’ve been waiting for you for two hours! we thought you were in a crash, or–or–i don’t even know!” your mother’s voice was frantic.

“i’m sorry, mom. really, we were sleeping. elias was really nervous about meeting you guys so i convinced him to take a nap and pass the time faster. can we still come over?”

“of course; we didn’t start without you or the guest of honor. but your stepdad isn’t very happy.”

you sighed and rubbed your temples. “it’s my fault. i’ll go wake up elias and we’ll leave right away. i love you and i’m sorry we’re going to be so late.”

“it’s alright, sweetie. see you soon.”

with that, you hung up and trudged back to your bedroom. elias was still passed out on the bed, now lying in the shape of a starfish. you sat down and poked his stomach. “elias.”

his eyes opened and he shot up, looking around wildly. when he saw you, he relaxed slightly. “what time is it?”

“um, it’s almost six thirty.”

elias stared at you. “what?!

you put your head in your hands, tearing up. “i know, i know! i was supposed to wake us up and i didn’t and now we’re late. i’m sorry, el.”

“hey, hey, no, come here,” he said, clearly sensing your nerves in your voice. he pulled you into his lap. “it’s okay. we’re okay.”

“my mom called so many t-times and thought we w-were in a c-crash. now my st-stepdad is mad and it’s all m-my fault,” you hiccuped.

elias rubbed your back. “it was an accident.” he held you and rocked you slightly. once you were calm again, he said, “we should probably leave soon, okay love? we don’t want to make them wait more.”

you sniffled a few times. “yeah, you’re right. let’s go.”


you tightly held a bottle of wine and elias’ hand as you waited in front of your house. elias had rang the doorbell and was now fidgeting nervously.

the door opened and revealed your mother, who gave you a quick hug. “better late than never. we’re glad you’re here,” she said with a smile as she pulled away.

you led elias inside to the den, where your family was casually seated. immediately your stepdad stood up, shaking elias’ hand rather threateningly. elias stood tall, speaking in a respectful tone.

you apologized profusely for being late, but no one outside of your stepdad seemed to mind. your little brothers fell into a deep conversation with elias about hockey and the difficulties of being a center. your mother was impressed with not only his manners and the way he carried himself, but the way he acted around you. and of course, your sister already liked him.

dinner was great even if a little cold. your mother and sister had teamed up to try and cook swedish dishes. elias seemed to really appreciate the gesture and ate thirds of everything.

as dinner went on, you carefully watched your stepfather and his interactions with elias. they seemed to warm to each other after a while, and you found yourself able to finally relax.

after dinner, you and your family moved back to the den. elias sat on the couch with you tucked up under his arm. your brothers had run off, probably to play nhl17 or to grab their jerseys for elias to sign. your sister and parents spread out around the room as you all chatted.

you felt kind of out of it, removed from the moment. you were warm and cozy snuggled up to elias. he continued talking with your mom and stepdad as you stayed content to watch. your eyes never left his face as he talked. he wasn’t nervous anymore, anyone could see that, but you could see that he was truly comfortable now. the way he spoke and his open facial expression and the way his hand rested on your thigh showed this. as you looked at him, you could see your future: other nights like this, you and him and your family bonding together until he was a part of your family. having a family of your own (although that was in the very distant future). you saw all that and more, and you wanted it with him.

elias squeezed your thigh. “y/n? are you okay?”

you blinked. “i’m fine.”

elias nodded and kissed your forehead. you leaned into him, closing your eyes.
“i love you, and it seems they do too.”

he chuckled softly. “i’ve been doing my best to impress them, i should hope they do.”

you stayed like that for a while until elias gently shook you. “don’t fall asleep, love.”

you yawned and stood up. while it was early and you’d had a long nap, you were still exhausted. “we’re going to head out.”

elias shook your father’s hand and hugged your mother and sister, thanking them for their hospitality and dinner. you could tell how much it meant to him that they tried to make swedish dishes, even if they didn’t turn out too well. your little brothers came racing out holding their jerseys and bearing sharpies for elias. he signed both of their jerseys and jokingly offered to sign your fancy shirt. too tired for a witty comeback, you just rolled your eyes and hugged your family goodbye.

hand in hand, you and elias left your house. he walked you around to the front seat and made sure you didn’t pass out from exhaustion before you were in the seat. “let’s get you home, sleepy,” he said as he started the car.

you stuck your tongue out at him and struggled to keep your eyes open the whole way home. once there, you sped through your nighttime routine before falling into bed. minutes later, elias joined you under the covers.

“i like your family.”

“cool, i do too,” you replied sleepily.

you could almost hear elias roll his eyes in response. “do you think they like me?”

you rolled over until you were nose to nose with him, your eyes still closed. “of course they did. i would have already gotten a text from them if they didn’t. besides, it wouldn’t have affected my feelings for you. can we sleep now?” you puckered your lips, waiting for elias to do the rest.

he scooted forward and kissed you lightly. “yes we can. although you seem to need it more than me.” he rolled you back over and draped his arm over your waist. “go to sleep, love.”

“hey, i came up with my comeback,” you mumbled sleepily. “if i wanted a hockey player to sign my shirt, i would’ve at least asked a good one.”

elias laughed, the vibrations causing you to shiver. “i’ve had quite enough of your attitude tonight.”

“mmm,” was the most you could say. you felt elias kiss your shoulder and heard him say something else back, but you were already asleep.

I’m kind of irritated(more like REALLY irritated) about this whole Andrew and Akko thing

NO, NOT about how it says they were supposed to be canon, but about the fact that everyone is getting all worked up about it!

I AM A DIANAKKO SHIPPER AND ALWAYS WILL BE BUT I’M UPSET ABOUT PEOPLE GETTING WORKED UP OVER IT BECAUSE WE AREN’T ABSOLUTELY SURE ITS TRUE

I don’t know where people are finding this rumor, BECAUSE I LITERALLY DID A SHIT TON OF LOOKING, FROM GOOGLING, TO 4CHAN (which I don’t even use nor do I trust it all that much), AND LWA’S TWITTER AND COULDN’T FIND THE LINK TO THIS INTERVIEW! AND ON THEIR TWITTER I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THE RUMOR ITSELF ON IT!

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THERE WERE OTHER RUMORS AND SHIT LIKE THIS ABOUT OTHER STUFF, LIKE ABOUT THE NAME OF EITHER 24 OR 23 AND ABOUT HOW THEIR WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE A TRAILER FOR 25

BUT GUESS WHAT

THEY WEREN’T TRUE

I BELIEVED THEM AT FIRST, BUT WHEN I FOUND OUT THEY WEREN’T TRUE AND THEN THIS RUMOR CAME UP, I REALIZED THAT I SHOULDN’T HAVE BELIEVED THEM IN FIRST PLACE

because they were, and are, RUMORS

UNLESS I AM SENT A DIRECT LINK TO EVIDENCE OF THIS CONFIRMATION, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT

AND THIS ISN’T JUST BECAUSE I SHIP DIANAKKO, I DON’T BELIEVE ANDREW AND AKKO HAVE ENOUGH DEVELOPMENT AND MANY OF YOU AGREE

SO IF SOMEONE DECIDES TO SEND ME THAT INTERVIEW FROM BACK IN 2013 OR WHATEVER

DON’T EVEN

BECAUSE EVEN YOU KNOW THERE HAVE BEEN CHANGES FROM THE OVA’S

INCLUDING ANDREW

this isn’t directed to anyone in particular, and I understand why people are getting mad and are freaked out about it, but remember that it is just a RUMOR

And also remember all the the reasons Akko and Andrew don’t work out (logical and fair points is what I mean)

In conclusion, I refuse to believe ANYTHING unless I get it from a direct source.

And here’s to hoping for a good season finale and a second season.

Also I’m sorry, but I just needed to get this off my chest

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say off-hand-edly(?) that literally 50% of my college friend group has autism and I am the second autistic president of the table top rpg society at my college. College is so so so much better for autists than school. Michael and Jerm would be so cool in college. I get invited everywhere its amazing, like people still think I'm a little odd but it's more endearing to flap my hands than it's ever been in my life. I believe in you! You'll do great if you decide to go!

Dude this is actually so great since I’ve always worried about how I’ll do in the Real Outside World

You said your biggest fear was letting the people you care about down and I realized how lucky I am to have never worried about that. Because the people who care about me most are proud of me no matter how horribly I fail, and they always have been. Because I’ve made some mistakes and I’ve hated myself but they haven’t left my corner yet so I think they’re there to stay. And there’s nothing in the world that’s better than knowing some people are always there to stay. No matter what, you have people who are unconditionally proud of you when you don’t deserve it, rooting for you when you’re not rooting for yourself, and telling you it’s okay when you’re sure it’s not. That’s more than enough and more than any of us deserve.

I am not shy. Having a social disorder does not make you shy. I can be loud. I laugh a lot. I’m outspoken and will do crazy stuff. I can take up all the space and I can voice my opinion. I can take attention. But ONLY around people I’m comfortable with.

I get panicked at the shop. I can’t go shopping or anywhere on my own. I can’t pay for items by myself. I have to count my change 20 times first. If I can’t plan the conversation I won’t talk to them. Talking to people i don’t know is almost impossible and talking in front of people is torture. I have to rehearse the words yes Mrs every morning to answer a register. If I’m out alone i can’t breath. Someone is always judging me. The way I look, how i walk, the clothes i wear… if someone laughs it’s always at me. These thoughts will drown me. I am terrified of telling new people about my interests from fear of judgement. When out with friends i will always watch what i say, I might slip up otherwise and everyone will hate me. I worry my friends just don’t know how to get rid of me. Every. Single. Day. When I leave a social situation i always regret most of what I say and think nobody really likes me. They just tolerate me. When someone asks if I’m ok. I have to say yes. If I talk about my real feelings, they will think I’m annoying and won’t care. They will call me dramatic. So it’s easier to say I’m good. If a friend even jokes about me. I take it to heart and pretend it’s funny. The minute I’m alone, I think of ways to change. I dwell on awkward moments that I shouldn’t. I can’t make eye contact, its to much. I cross the street so I don’t pass anyone. I’m terrified when someone says can we talk. I have read this post about 100 times for mistakes, from fear someone will point out a flaw.

These are some of what I go through. But I am not shy. No where near. Don’t confuse the two. There’s shyness but there’s also social disorders. They are not the same thing.

This is a rather sad time for many Kpop fans. After all, recently a lot of Kpop idols found themselves harmed, many physically. However, there are also those who are suffering from a much deeper wound, one that can’t heal with the use of cream and simple rest. One of those suffers is none other than Bang Yongguk, the leader of BAP.

Originally posted by bangabrielle

Bang Yongguk has been diagnosed with panic disorder and allegedly suffers from depression. Infact, the allegedly has been suffering from depression for quite some time now.

Ironic isn’t it…. how in so many gifs he looks so happy when in reality there are so many demons plaguing his mind on a daily basis.

The pressure of being a leader…

Originally posted by bangdaeish

Of being a producer/ writer…

Originally posted by ayzis

knowing that your songs have all the power to make or break it… 

Knowing that your songs put to risk the careers of 5 other individuals as well as the whole company.

Of being a good son

Originally posted by vorajj

All there pressures and probably more than what we know of have been piling up in Yongguk;s head, cementing their place in it, all while his mental health issues were most probably ignore. After all, is the company did not properly pay them, I doubt that they would allow Yongguk to take a breath until he broke, which he did.

Interesting how we could always see a darker side to Yongguk, yet nothing seemed to be done about it until now.

Originally posted by daematos

The above is a quote from his solo song AM 4:44 released in 2015. Worrying right? Well, it wasn’t worrying enough for some people who seemed to just say shrug it off and go on!

Originally posted by hobiimin

He ‘wants to leave’…  the implication of where he wants too leave to though was always quite a horrible thought.

Originally posted by namjoonholic

Yet, despite all of his troubles, despite being as broken as he is, he never failed to give a helping hand. He did not just suffer, but did and still does, in silence, keeping up a mask, just so that he can hopefully help others.

And although I am forever grateful to his kindness and thoughtfulness, I truly hope he knows that it is okay to be selfish. 

That its okay to put your health in front of others.

That its okay to suffer with our keeping a face.

Bang Yongguk is not perfect. He is just as flawed, as fragile as any of us are.

The difference here, is that Bang Yongguk is pressured by society and by his work to always act fine so that his work does not take a hit. He is someone who lives in the public eye and can get criticised for absolute anything.

But I’m happy that he is finally getting help.

I really hope that the help he gets is proper.

I truly hope that after his battle, he does not end up as a stigmatised member of society.

I truly hope that he truly has people who will always support him, whether it is his parents, members, twin or any other person.

Please Bang Yongguk, get better.

Please don’t rush.

Please take all the time you need. 

I’m sure that BABY’s would much rather prefer to see a comeback with all 6 healthy, than if one to more of the members suffering and breaking because of our human greed.

Real BABYs waited before and we can certainly wait more. 

Real BABYs will wait for as long as needed, because health is what matters. Not a comeback, not an epic MV but for all to be as healthy as possible.

Real BABYs will love you and support you. We promise.

Why?

Because Bang Yongguk is for many:

an inspiration…

Originally posted by myunqdae

hope….

Originally posted by b2ng

a reason to go forward, despite what our own little ‘haters’ say…

Originally posted by b-y0ngguks

someone who gives us courage during bad days…

Originally posted by yong-guks

We don’t need you pat on the back to feel better Yongguk… No, we need you to embrace the journey of recovery not for us but for you. We need you to get better. To start healing.

Originally posted by daehyunny


We love you Bang Yongguk! And we will never stop!

Thank you for reading!

Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “…”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “…”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
    “Agreed.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Hugging?”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Anything.”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)


These are a lot! I hope you find one or maybe a few you’d like to request! 

To DEH, TGC, CFA, and GHD fandoms,

The Tony Awards do not prove who is the better musical is. It only proves that the majority of voters has recognized as what the musical has done for the community of Broadway. There are about over 800 voters, and we don’t get the results how the voters voted. We may never know how close the results are. Just appreciate your favorite musical as what you love it for. Be respectful to other musical fandoms. Theatre is a community full of love. The actors are all having times to meet with the other actors in their categories because they are FRIENDS. We can love musicals and still be friends. 

If you ever want to talk musicals nominated for Best Musical or the ones that weren’t nominated. My box is always open. I am bias free. I love all four musical that were nominated. I’m still trying to learn more about Groundhog Day the musical because I can’t find enough info on it. Please if you are worried and just need to rant please message. Please reblog this if you feel the same if people can come to you without judgement on their favorite musical.

Types and their interest in the MBTI system

SUBMITTED by Steve

NTJs: “It’s definitely logical and offers great answers, but someone should come up with a better system down the line.”

NTPs: “It has validity for sure, but there’s also many other ways of interpretation. There are definitely some variables that are unaccounted for.”

NFJs: “It explains the human system at its core and helps understand society as a whole. It may however make people complaisant to who they are and not want to improve themselves”

NFPs: “It’s accurate, super fun, helps me understand others but also always up for debate, which I like. I do worry however that it boxes people in.”

STJs: “It’s really smart, finally makes me understand why people see things and act differently. But I’m always weary that others are misinterpreting it and twisting it around. Only those who really understand it, should use it”

SFJs: “Hate to admit it, but it’s definitely more thorough than astrology. I love how it encourages self-growth. But does it really understand me as a person?”

STPs: “Yup, that’s definitely me. But that’s just because it is who I am and I make no bones about it. Don’t need your scientific stuff to read me, bro, I’ve always been upfront it”

SFPs: “It’s accurate but I don’t like to be told who I am or who I should be. You don’t know me, neither does this thing.”

Anyway I bought a pride flag which is why I’m in such a gay mood rn
Honestly working out my sexuality has been so hard for me but getting this flag was just… It cemented it ya know?
When I was 10 I had a dream where I had a girl and a boy in front of me and I had to choose. It was so hard for me. Eventually I chose the guy because I thought I had to.
Two years ago I came out as pan to one person. Last year I was out to most people. This past year I realised a lot more about myself. Like the attraction I held towards men was more of an idealisation and something I wanted to be like rather than wanted to date (like why didn’t I realise that sooner? I always wrote straight song lyrics from the male perspective like clearly I was into chicks). Basically I’m hella gay.
Idk. I’m emotional today tho. Sometimes I worry I’m making it up or pretending to be gay for attention (then again I also worry the same for pretty much everything I do. Man I am just super paranoid don’t mind me)
But yeah. No turning back now the flag is here and has locked me into The Gay™

life’s too short to pretend you hate everything/everyone bc it’s the cool thing to do

Jeff Atkins x Reader || Daddy - One Shot (Fluff)

A/N: Thanks anon for the request. Hope you all enjoy my first 13RW imagine, if you do then be sure to like this and follow me for more. My ask is open if you guys would like to request. Much love .xx

It’s been 4 years since my life has changed for the better. I believe an angel had entered my life and brought the light that was never there. That angel was Jeff Atkins.

My primary school life was pure hell and I just couldn’t wait until I was going to be in 8th grade, I was hoping a change for the better. I was bullied. Been called names that I never thought existed and was shocked that these young kids at my age actually knew such things. It’s society that raised such animals but nevertheless I eventually made it in 8th grade and more than half of those people who had bullied me either left to another school or they didn’t get accepted into high school because they didn’t pass their exams.

I couldn’t have been more happier. Many would ask why hadn’t I brought the issue up to my parents ? My parents was and always will be too busy worrying about their business, they say they’re doing this for me but in the end am I really going to benefit from this ?

At 10th grade I finally decided to break the news that my parents that I was still being bullied and I couldn’t deal with the hate anymore. They were shocked and heartbroken to hear the news, their first decision was to move me to a different school and I couldn’t agree more with their choice.

I came into Liberty High in 11th grade, the school may be too far for my parents to drop me off but this time it was to benefit me. My happiness matters to them. I thought to myself that this is finally it, the fresh start I’ve been longing to have. I’ve suffered all these years and didn’t bother crying for help because I didn’t want to seem a burden. Changing schools isn’t easy.

Eventually I had became best friends with Clay Jensen and Hannah Baker. I first met Clay as they assigned him to be my buddy at school, since then we talked a lot and met after school then after meeting his ‘secret’ crush Hannah Baker. Hannah and I also had a lot in common so it was easy enough for me to become friends with her.

I was having the time of my life in 11th grade. Later that year it was announced that prom was around the corner or also known as the formal dance. I wasn’t used to any of this, especially with so many handsome boys in our school. What if it’s back to the old times where every guy agrees with the populars that I’m a pathetic loser ?

A sudden urge of confidence came through me when I looked at my reflection when I was dressed for the big night. I wore a a burgundy dress with a deep plunging neckline that fitted on my body and showed some cleavage - it was not planned to show cleavage as I’m always one to cover up - the spaghetti straps had a lace up design half way up my back and the rest of my back being bare, it had a high slit and from the waist of my dress it had a net to cover up my leg a little. I paired my dress with mid high black heels, for my make up I did a smokey eye and decided on curling my hair.

Clay had offered to pick me up that night and we go to prom together but not as dates of course. If this boy doesn’t make a move tonight then sure as hell I’ll make him. We both walked in arm-in-arm earning stares from everyone and I mean literally everyone. It’s the dress but more especially for the jocks it was the cleavage. They can see all they want but they can’t touch unless my soulmate decides to change my mind.

It was time for a slow dance. I still had no date and was okay with that, what would make me happier tonight is seeing Clay and Hannah together. I sat with her on the bleachers urging her to go dance with Clay and also giving her light shove, we spotted Clay with a handsome someone. Who is that guy and why hasn’t Clay introduced us yet ? I need to have a serious talk with him.

“Who’s that with him ?” I asked Hannah as we walked down the bleachers towards them. “That’s Jeff Atkins, Clay tutors him and well I guess they’re friends” she smiled and looked back at me. “Damn he’s cute no lie” I said as I paid more attention to his facial details. Can one ever be more perfect ? “I’m with you on that one” she giggled. We now stood in front of them. “Hey Helmet” she said first. “Hey Hannah…you look beautiful” Clay replied. “You do too” she giggled. “May I have this dance ?” Clay asked her and extended his arm for her to link with his which she gladly did.

As they walked off hand-in-hand and started slow dancing, “Aww they’re so cute ! I’m so glad they finally got together” I cooed. “I could say the same, I’ve been his wingman for a long time now and he finally got out of that shell of his” Jeff said beside me. That was when we first met, ever since then we had been inseparable. We started taking everyday, flirting from time to time and not long had Jeff asked me to be his girlfriend which I with no doubt said yes.

As much as I was scared to be in my first relationship and that too with Jeff, I trusted him with all my life that he wouldn’t hurt me and he’s there every step of the way as I’m always there for him.

A year later we both graduated. The year after graduation we were in our first year of university and which Jeff had asked me to marry him. Later that year when we had gotten married, 5 months after marriage I found out I was pregnant. We were both ecstatic to hear this, our families seemed to be more excited then us. When Jeff got along with my baby siblings when he first met them, I knew then that I made the right choice of marrying him and trusting him with my life.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning, my favourite kind of weather. I was surprised that I woke up for once without being disturbed by our baby Sophia. I looked beside to see no Jeff and no baby, I almost had a mini heart attack until I see Jeff walking into our room feeding her. He wrapped her up all warm and cuddly whilst he just decided to be shirtless. I smiled at them and got up to give them both a kiss. One on each of Sophia’s cheek and Jeff being the eager one to connect our lips.

The sparks go off and butterflies flew all around, it was always this feeling whenever I was with him. I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, just as it was getting heated, my lips left his. “You can’t play me like that” he whined. “Well I just did. Know that you’re the best dad in the world and also the worlds best husband, not forgetting the sexiest” I said and giving him one last peck before walking into the en-suite. “I’m glad that ass is all mine” he said. I turned back to see him smirk “Always will be” I said and gave myself a small spank on my butt. I love this dork.

Tsukkiyama is such a soft couple ♥

♥ You’d think their relationship is full of nasty comments and snickering, but actually it’s quite the opposite.
♥ It’s full of soft kisses and touching and cuddling and quietly moaning while gently getting caressed.
♥ They talk really quietly to each other, like Yamaguchi just gets so calm that he can’t even force himself to be hyper! When he’s with friends he is kinda loud and excited but with Tsukishima it seems more like he is whispering and in a state of dreaming.
♥ Everyone on the team thinks it’s kind of adorable but on the outside of course they are more like “Oh my gosh, get a room!” or “Can you stop being like all lovey-dovey?”
♥ Also they have no problems with sharing secrets with each other. It just feels so natural to them to always voice whatever is going on in their heads.
♥ There are literally no big fights. They just can’t get into an argument or any drama, even if they really try. They are just too chill about each other.
♥ “Tsukki, I am really scared that all the girls will occupy you on Valentines Day again…” - “Don’t worry, we’ll share the chocolate afterwards!” - “That’s not what I meant!” - “Well, I could also kiss you in front of everyone so they won’t bother me at all.” - “But… We wouldn’t get any chocolate.”
♥ Yamaguchi would have never thought this, but Tsukishima can be really interested in other peoples life. Usually he holds long monologues and doesn’t really expect Tsukishima to listen, but when he stops talking he would literally get follow-up questions and he is always so confused? Like, did he really attentively listen to all this rambling?
♥ Dates for them are usually just going for a walk. They’ll walk to the park, through the shopping mall, to the next city. They won’t even talk to each other, Yamaguchi just points something out to him a few times, like a really big bird sitting on a bench or the new movie they wanted to watch. Tsukishima will just smile at him, watch the bird for a few moments, buy the DVD and then silently starts walking again, pulling his boyfriend with him.
♥ Sometimes they just sit next to each other, stare in each others faces and just start touching each other. Like ears, hair, nose, chin, shoulders. Just touching and caressing, but never losing eye contact until Tsukishima usually closes his eyes, leans forward for a kiss and hugs him for a really long time.

Sweet Creature - imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Hi darlings! I wrote this after hearing Sweet Creature for the first time. If this goes well I kinda want to do a whole series, one for each song! lots of love xx


Tiresome. It’s what Harry’s mood had constantly been lately. Everything was tiresome. By now, the excitement had died down. His album was out and had been for a while. The TV and radio shows were slowly dying down too. It wasn’t that people were forgetting. You knew this. But Harry was still worrying.

“I just feel like ’m gonna have gone from the ‘uge hit to nothin in a matter of days”

He was tired. Every night he would come home at around 1 am. You were asleep at that time, you always were. It was almost on purpose that he came home at that time now, because something about seeing you sleep relaxed him. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was just the way you lay, spread out on the bed, one leg bent, the other straight. An arm underneath the pillow that held your head, resting gently. Hair spilling over the side of the mattress. His old plain white t-shirt that you had adopted those many months ago decorating your body. Making you look so peaceful. It was the only peace in either of your lives anymore. When awake, you fought like cats and dogs. Harry’s schedule took a heavy toll on him, therefore impacting you. It was never anyone’s fault, but constant annoyance from each other was always present.

Harry sat down at the edge of the bed. The rings you had brought for his birthday over a year ago glinted in the moonlight streaming in through the blinds as he slowly got undressed. In just his black boxers now, he paced over to the window and leant back on the sill, the cool night breeze on his back. Sometimes it all got a bit much. The longer he looked at you, watching you chest rise and fall, the fuller his heart became. Despite the persistent disagreements between you two, you were a part of him, and he knew it.

Sighing, he mumbled under his breath; “I just dunno anymore love.”

It was a simple sentence, and quiet. But Harry’s rusty voice stirred you. Slowly lifting your head, you saw the figure by the window. Little butterflies danced in your stomach, the way they always did when you saw him.

“Sorry sweet didn’t mean to wake ya.”

Smiling, you slid off the bed and went over to your boyfriend. Harry’s face was wet from tears he hadn’t even noticed had fallen. You brushed your thumb lightly under his bloodshot green eyes, before slowly massaging your hands over the rest of his face. He closed his eyes, and you could feel him slowly softening under your touch. Suddenly, a sob escaped Harry’s lips, and he crashed his head into the hollow of your shoulder. He was missing something. Home, his mum and sister, his friends. you didn’t really know exactly what it was, but you tried you best. Tried to squeeze the pieces of him back together.

Harry didn’t know what it was either. He didn’t know why he was crying. But your small hands caused so many emotions to flow inside his veins, and he decided he didn’t care anymore. Leaning back, he slowly lifted his head and brought your lips to his. You had a very open relationship, and you thought you had explored every inch of Harry, his lips in particular. But this felt different. It felt raw and new, He was scared, you could tell. But he wasn’t scared of you. Eventually, you opened your eyes, brushing his dark locks away before resting your forehead on his.

“D’ya wanna come to bed Haz?”

He hesitantly nodded, and followed you across the room, his large hands still nestled tightly in yours. Harry climbed in first and waited for you to follow. Lifting the plain white sheets, you lay behind him, curling your legs under his and wrapping your arms around his waist. He grabbed your hands, and brought them to his mouth, running his chapped lips along your knuckles.

“Am I supposed t’feel like this? Feel like I’m not allowed t’be. Feel like I’m supposed to be really happy, ‘n I dunno why but I just don’t. He murmured to your fists. Kissing his back, you sighed.

“I dunno Haz. You’ve done what you wanted, right? I mean Christ, a billion shows, a whole album. Maybe it’s just the shock of everything going to plan. You’re doing this by yourself, no bandmates. I mean you’ve got Mitch and all them, but it’s not quite the same as what you’re used to, and I think that’s finally settling in. Of course, it’s ok to feel this way.

You could feel his trademark grin forming against your hands. He tilted his head back so it was resting right next to yours, Placing a small kiss underneath your earlobe, he whispered:

“You really are my sweet creature.”




Ahhhhh! I’m still kind of getting used to this whole writing gig, but please let me know what you think! I currently have a Kiwi imagine in process, so ill probably post that soon!


lots of love xxx

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I always say to people that some of the best times I have performed have been when I have gone in sick. You know, you have a sore throat or whatever and you just say, “Eh, whatever will be, will be,” and you just do it. You don’t expect anything of yourself, you just do your best. That is when I have found that I give the best performances. Otherwise, I am too worried about “Oh, did I push that note right” or “Did that come across?” or whatever. It’s about telling the story. It’s about real life. And the moment that I stop worrying about what other people think, suddenly I felt a lot more free and I started enjoying myself.

DannyMay Day Fourteen: Dragon/Castle

…Incredible how time flies when you’re not trapped in the dark ages. It felt like just yesterday Sir. Daniel, Lady Sam and Sir. Tucker liberated my kingdom. It is always a treat whenever they visit me. I must prepare soon.

After all, the anniversary is today.

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Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)

ENJOY.

Originally posted by mallverine



Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day


My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…

have some fun vivienne facts!

  • if the inquisitor romances dorian, vivienne receives a letter from an acquaintance in tevinter expressing shock at the “disturbing rumors” of their relationship, and vivienne responds by ripping the acquaintance a new one
  • repeatedly expresses sorrow at civilian deaths (”the defenseless are always the first casualties of war”)
  • cole said this about her harrowing “no, I will not fall, no one will control me ever again…shaking, hollow, harrowed but smiling at templars to show them i’m me, i am not like that”
  • despite her insistence that cole is a demon, she was worried for him
  • unlike solas, she is afraid of demons
  • finds it delightful that varric is writing a story with her as the villain
  • “my dear, if i didn’t want people to fear me I wouldn’t dress like this”
  • wants to send a sternly worded letter to varric’s tailor
  • was born in wycome 
  • has read hard in hightown
  • “i am the most dangerous thing in the room, darling”
  • treats bull like a favorite son and teaches him to dance
  • bull compares her to a qunari dreadnought, which she enjoys
  • greatly admired divine justinia
  • sees templars as a useful tool
  • “that which makes you different can be a burden or a source of strength”
  • was taken to the circle at such a young age that she doesn’t remember her parents
  • passes information on to sera and the friends of red jenny
  • worries for dorian’s safety in trying to reform the imperium, tells him to be careful
PSA: ATfC is Changing

Hey all! I know the comic has been on hiatus while I finish up college and graduation and all that kind of stuff, and I know during that time I’ve dropped a couple of hints that big stuff is changing for the comic! Well, the hiatus is ending tomorrow and I guess it’s time to tell you all what the “big change” is. :)

I am re-starting and re-making A Turn for Change.

Now, I know this seems maybe sudden? But it is something I’ve been thinking about for months now and, though it may seem like a bad idea, people have told me it’s a bad idea, and it worries me, I still think that this is the best move for the comic. Tonight I will be deleting all of the old pages off of tapastic, and I’ll be restarting the comic from the same place it has always been.

This new start will not be a 100% remake. I am changing things - not the essence but the execution. I have already finished a few pages and let me tell you guys I am super excited!! This has just made me so stoked for what is to come and I really hope you all will stick around for it! :’)

If this is a deal breaker and you don’t want to wait through a new beginning, I understand! Thank you all for reading thus far and I hope that even if you unfollow now, someday in the future you’ll find the comic again when it’s actually the best I can make it. Best of luck <3