i am cry look at your hair

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stop it!!♥

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So knew he has a daughter from Soo’s hairpin in little Soo’s hair and Jung’s reaction.

So’s love and soft spot for Hae Soo has passed on to little Soo.

Jung: I will not leave her [little Soo] unless I am dead

So: Really…(ominously)

Jung: [Soo] asked that she [little Soo] does not live in the palace…

So: Your exile is lifted…I’d like it if you come to the palace every now and then

So looked longingly and sadly at little Soo before walking slowly away. His departing back looks so sad and forlorn…cry….

My Savior

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: Based off of a thought

Warning: Mentions of abuse, fluff, cursing, SMUT

A/N: I haven’t posted much lately and I know I keep making excuses, but I feel awful. I hope everyone can forgive me! This story does have major trigger warnings, and if you are a person not comfortable with abuse scenes, then please do not read. Also, there iS SO MUCH SIN IN THIS I AM GOING TO HELL.THIS IS 2,309 WORDS OF SIN. Sorry not sorry.

(Y/N) = Your Name, (H/L) = Hair Length, (H/C) = Hair Color, (S/C) = Skin Color

 

 

You walked home with your head down, wary not to look up and accidentally make eye contact with anyone else. You didn’t want anyone else seeing the tears streaming down your face. It was embarrassing enough to be crying, and you figured it would be even worse if anyone saw you. You quickly made it to your house, and dragged yourself up to your room. You slammed your door behind you and dropped yourself on your bed. You wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep, but a sudden hammering at your door made you jolt up. “(Y/N), WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? GET YOUR WHORE ASS DOWNSTAIRS AND CLEAN THE BLOODY KITCHEN!” your father yelled from the other side of the door. His words made you sob harder.  

Your father hadn’t always been like this. He used to be the sweetest person in the world, kind and caring. You used to have a real family. That is, until your parents started fighting. At first, they were nothing more than lover’s spats, but it soon escalated to more. One day you had gone home, expecting to hear more yelling from your parents, but instead, you were greeted with silence. You walked into the kitchen, and saw a little note from your mother. She had apparently left, not even saying goodbye to you. You sobbed yourself to sleep that night, your father nowhere to found.  The next morning you were awoken to the sound of breaking glass, and your fathers screams.  You quickly ran downstairs, and found your father in the middle of a tantrum. You had tried pleading with him to calm down, but it only resulted in him getting angrier.  That day was the first day he had ever hit you.

That was six months ago. It had become an endless cycle of abuse, and it was slowly killing you. All you wanted was to get away from home, to get far away from your father and never have to think about him again. You finally stood up, knowing that if you didn’t soon, he would come up and make you. Just as you were about to leave your room, you heard a tapping on your window. Strange, you thought, I’m on the second story, there’s no way anything could be making that noise. You walked over the curtains and pulled them back. What you saw left you wide eyed. A shadow of a boy was floating outside your room, impatiently waiting for you to open the window. You hesitantly reached over, and pushed the window up. The shadow immediately entered your room, and took your hand. You were confused and slightly scared, not knowing what going on. He lifted you up and out the window, hand still clasped in yours.  “Whoa, wait, where are we going?!” you exclaimed. He just ignored you, and continued to fly out over the town that never loved you.

You flew for what felt like hours, until he finally dropped you in what seemed to be an island. You stood up quickly, and looked around, taking in your surroundings. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.  You were almost completely calmed down, until you heard a twig snap behind you. You quickly turned toward the noise, and took a step back. “Who’s there?” you called out. Suddenly, from behind the bushes, a figure stepped out, their face covered by a cloak. The person quickly pulled off the hood, and revealed a boy. Not just any boy, a very attractive boy. Like hot DAMN this boy was cute. He must have seen the shocked look on your face, because he started to chuckle. You blushed slightly, cursing yourself for getting so lost in thought. “Sorry, but would mind telling me where I am?” you asked.

“Oh, sorry love. You’re on Neverland. And I’m Peter. Peter Pan.” He replied, a slight smirk gracing his features.

“Neverland? Peter Pan? Like the children’s story?” you questioned skeptically.

“Sort of, although, you’ll find it quite different than the stories you’ve heard, (Y/N).” He said.

“How do you know my name?!”

“I know everything, love.”

You grew worried about his words. Does that mean he knows about my father? you thought. “Of course I do, love. Why else do you think you’re here? You can finally have a home, here, with me and the lost boys.” He says quietly, almost as if he is scared to say the words. You blush, realizing you accidently asking your question aloud. You walk over to him, and pull the boy into a hug. He hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist. “Well,” you whisper, “it’s a good things I’ve always liked Peter Pan.” He just laughs in response, holding you closer.

Time Skip

You had been on the island for a few months now, and it was utter bliss. No more worrying about your father, no more wanting to get away from life. You adored your new home, and even the lost boys had taken a liking to you.  You were seen as a mother to the boys, always helping with a smile plastered on your face.  There was one problem, however. You had started developing certain…erm…feelings for a certain green eyed, dirty blonde haired boy. I mean, how could you not? He was practically perfect. He was always so sweet to you; always made you smile and laugh.

You were walking away from camp, wanting nothing more than to go out to the cliff and look out of the island. When you finally arrived, you sat down, your feet dangling over the edge. You closed your eyes and breathed in heavily, taking in the cool air of the island. This was always your favorite spot on the island, everything about was so peaceful. After a few minutes you heard someone approaching. You turned your body and saw the boy of your affections walking towards you. You smiled at him brightly, and patted on the spot next you, silently telling to sit next to you.  He sits down, and puts his arm around you, not saying a word. You blush, but lean into his embrace nonetheless. A few minutes a silence passed between the two of you until you finally decided to break the quiet. “Peter, I just want to say thank you. Without you, I would have never had a family. These past months have been the best of my life. So thank you.” You smile up and him and kiss his cheek. He looks down at you, a slight smirk on his face. “You missed, love.” He replies.

“Huh?”

“I said you missed.” He leans down, and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. You freeze up, slightly shocked, until you melt into the kiss.  He pulls away and snaps his fingers. You suddenly find yourself in his tree house. He pulls you back into another kiss, this one more demanding and passionate. You moan against his lips, which causes his to smirk. He runs his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You easily comply, letting his tongue enter your mouth. Mouth still on yours, he moves the two of you over to the wall, and pins you between him and the wall. He breaks off the kiss and starts trailing kisses across your jaw and neck. You moan and whimper when he hits a certain spot, making him smirk. His hands are at edge of your shirts, slowly tracing up your body. You lifted your arms up, allowing him to take of the fabric covering your body. He reached behind you and unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. He continued the assault of your neck, while his hands trailed up your (S/C) body, until finally reaching your breasts. He took one in his hand, rolling and pinching your nipple. You moaned loudly, not wanting the sensations to stop.  He trailed his mouth down past your collarbone, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. You whimpered loudly, squirming under his touch. Once he got one nice and hard, he pulled off and continued the assault on the other one.

Once he was done with your breasts, he trailed kisses down your tummy, and stopped and the hem your pants. You opened your eyes (which you didn’t even realize you closed) and looked down, seeing Peter watching your reactions. You nodded quickly, silently giving permission for him to take off your jeans. He made quick work getting your pants off, taking your underwear simultaneously. He looked back up at you, an amazed expression plastered on his face. He knelt to the ground, and started kissing your thighs. You whimpered under the contact, opening your legs slightly to give him access. He made his way up, and kissed the inside of your thigh before slowly moving to where you wanted him most. “You’re so beautiful, love.” He whispered, right before giving a tentative lick to your core. You moaned loudly, and pushed your pussy against his face, begging for more friction. He hooked his arms around your thighs, and started eating you out ravenously. You couldn’t suppress the moans and screams that came out of your mouth. It felt so good, his tongue doings absolutely sinful things to you. He snuck a hand around your front, and started teasing your clit with it. You all but screamed at the feeling. “P-peter! Please! It feels so g-good! Please, don’t stop!” you moaned out, and you felt Peter smirk against your pussy. Smug bastard. You gripped onto his hair, needed more. You were so close, just needed a little bit more. You felt him put a bit more pressure on your clit. You screamed out his name, and you felt yourself cumming. You gripped his hair even tighter, and he never stopped his relentless attack on your core.

 When your orgasm was finally over, he pulled away, your juices covering his smirking lips. He licked his lips and my god if that wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He suddenly picked you up and carried you over to the bed, laying you down on the soft sheets, your (H/L) (H/C) fanning out on the pillows. You looked up at him, a lazy smile gracing your lips.  He stood at the front of the bed, and started to strip off his clothing. You couldn’t stop staring, more and more of his body getting revealed to you. He was beautiful to you. You looked up at his face, a nervous smile on his lips. He got on top of you, leaning down and kissed your lips. He reached down, and positions his cock at your entrance. He broke the kiss and looked at you. “Are you sure you want this, love?” he asked. You took your hand and cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes. “Of course I want this, Peter. There is no one else I’d rather have.” You replied, a smile playing on your lips. He smiled down at you, and captured your lips in a heated embrace, before slowly entering you. Peter cursed above you, and you gasped at the sensation, loving the way his cock felt in you. He started rocking his hips, getting faster and faster with each thrust. You were a moaning whimpering mess under him, his cock hitting all the right places inside you. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing Pans faced screwed up in pleasure.  You trailed your hands between your bodies, and starting toying with your clit, until you felt a hand grip your wrist. You looked up again and saw Pan staring at you, his gaze intense. Without stopping his thrusts, he pinned your writs above you with one hand. “T-that’s my job, l-love.” He stuttered out. With his free hand he reached between you two and played with your clit while he fucked you.  You felt your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching, your moaning getting louder and louder. “P-peter, I’m so close!” you moaned out, your end coming quick. Peter groaned, and quickened his pace even more. “M-me too, love. C-cum for me, (Y/N).” He groaned out, his release approaching as fast as yours was. You came with a loud scream of his name, your back arching off the bed. You were seeing stars with the intensity of your orgasm. Peter soon followed, cumming with a load groan of your name, until he collapsed on top of you.

You both lay there, trying to catch your breath. He stayed on top of your body, while you idly played with his hair. He shifted so he could look up at you, a genuine smile gracing his lips. He leaned up and gave your lips a chaste, yet sweet kiss. “I love you, (Y/N).” he said softly, as if the words scared him to say. You looked down at him, a smile of your own gracing your face. “I love you too, Peter Pan.” You reply, your voice filled with love. He smiles, and gives you another sweet kiss before rolling off of you. He lies by your side, and pulls you into his body, so he was spooning you. You both fall asleep exactly like you are; content to be in each other’s arms. Your loves arms. Your savior.

glass animals  —  starters

❝  look at this poor boy.  ❞
❝  they’re killing by the night.  ❞
❝  ain’t that nice ?  ❞
❝  you never fight back.  ❞
❝  i wanna make it right.  ❞
❝  i wanna make you cry.  ❞
❝  i should’ve had a mother.  ❞
❝  let’s say a prayer.  ❞
❝  we’re just smoking too much weed.  ❞
❝  get down on your knees.  ❞
❝  don’t get up.  ❞
❝  you know i want this just as much as you.  ❞
❝  i wanna go back.  ❞
❝  put the flowers in your hair.  ❞
❝  i am your boy.  ❞
❝  come close.  ❞
❝  let me show you everything i know.  ❞
❝  look at this poor boy.  ❞
❝  i’d say “i’d told you so” but you’d just cry.  ❞
❝  i can’t take this place.  ❞
❝  i just wanna go where i can get some space.  ❞
❝  i’ve been here, i’ve done this all before.  ❞
❝  how can i believe you ?  ❞
❝  take my hand.  ❞
❝  i’m talking now.  ❞
❝  i’m dancing.  ❞
❝  you said you’d kick the booze.  ❞
❝  don’t you cry.  ❞
❝  i’m fucking loco.  ❞
❝  i can’t get through to you.  ❞
❝  i’m a twisted fool.  ❞
❝  all i ever want is just a little love.  ❞
❝  you can’t run.  ❞
❝  you won’t make it back this time.  ❞
❝  suck it.  ❞
❝  our time is done.  ❞
❝  please don’t go.  ❞
❝  it’s not okay.  ❞
❝  i can’t get a job.  ❞
❝  i look fantastic.  ❞
❝  you were clearly meant for more.  ❞
❝  don’t you need me ?  ❞
❝  sometimes it makes me sad.  ❞
❝  why can’t we laugh now like we did then ?  ❞
❝  how come you only look pleased in bed ?  ❞
❝  i want you all the time.  ❞
❝  i won’t forget how you looked at me then.  ❞
❝  lay with me, my dear.  ❞
❝  i wish you could see the wicked truth.  ❞
❝  that boy went stone cold crazy.  ❞
❝  that girl is gone.  ❞
❝  i feel so fucking numb.  ❞
❝  you live in my daydreams.  ❞
❝  i feel like a new man.  ❞
❝  i am a true romantic.  ❞
❝  i don’t love you anymore.  ❞
❝  just stop & think a minute.  ❞
❝  calm down. stop & breathe a second.  ❞
❝  go back to the very beginning.  ❞
❝  i want to hold you like you’re mine.  ❞
❝  you’re on my mind.  ❞
❝  you’re the holiest thing i know.  ❞

Beach AUs

- I was trying to do that whole sexy “standing in the ocean with wind blowing through my hair” to get your attention but a huge wave just hit me and now I look like a drowned rat-doNT LOOK AT ME

- I don’t know you but I think you just got stung by a jellyfish and you look really upset-please don’t cry, I’ll buy you ice cream

- You just challenged me to a sand castle building contest and we are both mature adults but you are so going down I am the master of sand castles

- You were playing beach volleyball with your friends and you tried to spike it but it ended up hitting me in the face and ow that really hurt please help

- Yes I am a grown adult and yes I have floaties on don’t jUDGE ME I CANT SWIM THAT WELL

Missing (Saeyoung x MC fic) - Part 8

A/N: This is a short one~ I have to go to work today so please wait for the next update! ^^ thanks for reading this far!

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You were awakened by soft knocks on your door.  Rubbing sleep away from your eyes, you briefly glanced at the wall clock, and it read 6:29 AM.  Judging from the salt stains on your face, you must have fallen asleep while crying last night.

The knocks came again, and you hurriedly sat up and tied your hair in an attempt to look presentable somehow.

“Come in!” you called out.

The door opened, and you were surprised to see your boss, Mr. Park, in the doorway, his hands in his coat pockets.  Once you made eye contact he gives you a small smile.  “Hi MC,” he greets, stepping inside the room and gently closing the door behind him. “Oh!  Mr. Park, you shouldn’t have bothered!” you tried to get out of bed, but he lifted a hand to stop you.  

“I just wanted to see how you are doing,” Mr. Park sat on the chair beside the hospital bed.  “I was surprised that you did not show up for work yesterday.  That was unlike you,” he then gave you a small smile again, which you returned in embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry, sir,” you implored, “I was….a lot has happened, and I also lost my phone,” you stammered, and Mr. Park chuckled lightly.  “No need to apologize.  I’d like to talk more about what happened, if you don’t mind…I need to explain this to HR, you see…”

“O-of course! I mean, no, I don’t mind,” you reply, feeling slightly embarrassed that your boss had to personally visit you.  Truth be told, you completely forgot to inform the office of your situation because of everything that happened.  You made a mental note to give him a small gift later for the inconvenience.

Mr. Park sighed in relief. “Thank you.  But you seem pale, MC.  I think a little morning sunshine would do you good, don’t you agree?”

You gave it some thought. That is true, you mused, I have not stepped out of the hospital room since yesterday.  You gave him a smile.  Why not.  I’ll just be going to the gardens for a stroll. “You’re right…I may just need a little bit of sunshine.  All right, could you kindly wait outside so I can change into something warmer?”

“Sure.  I’ll be waiting.” Mr. Park gave a slight nod and turned to exit the room.

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Park dipped his right hand inside his coat pocket, taking out his phone. Tapping the call out button, the phone rings at the other end.

“What? I’m busy,” A slightly annoyed voice came out from the phone, and Mr. Park’s eyes glinted maliciously, a grin forming at one corner of his mouth.

“I found her.”

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Jumin had never thought that Rachmaninoff would become one of his greatest annoyances.

Grumbling to himself, he reluctantly stretched out his arm from the warmth of his blankets to reach out for his ringing phone without opening his eyes.  After a few failed attempts, his hand finally finds the phone and he opens his eyes slightly to see Jaehee’s face on the caller ID.

Tapping the “accept” button, he closed his eyes again and held the phone to his ear.  “What is it?” his voice came out throaty and hoarse; he cleared his throat quickly and continued, “Is there a problem?”

“Mr. Han, MC is missing.”

“What?!” Jumin abruptly sat up on his bed, holding the phone to his ear.

“I checked with the receptionist.  She went out to the gardens an hour ago,” Jaehee sighed at the other end of the line. “And the last visitor was Saeran at 11 last night.  I’m inclined to think Saeran took her with him, but I’ve been trying to contact him and he’s not picking up.”

Jumin pushed his fingers against the bridge of his nose, feeling an oncoming migraine.  He glances slightly at the bedside clock, which read 7:25. 

“Shall I call the police?” Jaehee paced inside the room, her stomach tied in knots with worry.

“No, not yet,” Jumin removes his blanket and tosses it aside, and then turns to sit at the edge of the bed. “It’s only been an hour.  Try searching for her within the facility; she may just have been tired being inside the room all the time.”

Jaehee sighs.  “You’re right. Okay, I’ll keep trying to contact Saeran and look for her.”

“Thank you, Assistant Kang. Keep me informed.”

“Of course, Mr. Han.”

Beep.  

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A/N: Hi again guys! ^^ thank you for making it this far.  I still have so many scenes in my mind; if only I can put them to words a lot faster T__T

This is a short one, but I’m already halfway (I think?) through on the next chapter!  :)

Also: my stupid brain keeps imagining a sleepy Jumin //help T_T

Final note: I would like to send my heartfelt thanks to the people who sent their wonderful asks and messages/notes.  Thank you so very much!  You give me more confidence to continue writing and making art.  That means so much to me! ^///^

Part 7 is here!

Part 9 is up!

He gets angry when I cross the road without looking right. He says, “for Christs Sake, stop drinking coffee and have some tea instead.” He walks to my house in the dark when I’m crying and he stands outside in the pouring rain while I pick myself up. He gathers all my loose strands of hair and calls me a lion. He laughs with me when I am clumsy- which is often. He says hugs are better than kisses because you use your whole body and I would tend to disagree, except his arms feel so much like home. When he’s sad he rests his head upon my shoulder, when I make him sad, he’s quiet and hurt; but never cold. When I make him laugh I think the sun was modeled in his smile. You’ll ask me what love feels like and I’ll say “safety.” You’ll exclaim, “But that’s not enough! Tell me more” But the truth is, it’s not important. If you find someone who’s worth writing poems about, don’t you let them go
—  I’m holding on too tight
Today I looked at our old pictures and I think I saw the reason why it never worked out.
You were always perfect and I was always messy.
I was the one with the wild hair while yours always looked properly. I was the one who cried and you were the one who smiled. The holes in your pants looked stylish and the ones in my looked sloppy. I needed you and you never needed anyone.
—  Maybe the people are wrong when they say that opposites attract

Ok guys i am back from camp, meant to be doing a histroy, PDHPE and a geography assessment task while crying to capetown, but hey lets do this instead. Ok so @chatterbox-21 sent this in. Honestly we should be mutuals. Message me @chatterbox-21 . *cracks knuckles* lets do this SHIT

OK LETS GO LEFT TO RIGHT SHALL WE SO BRENT IT IS YOUR LUCKY DAY

this is probably one of the only photos of brent where he actually has emotion on his face. He looks like some bitch in front of him said that his hair looks like it belongs and a suburban mother named Helen. 

NEXT UP: THE BEAN WITH THE BOWL CUT

Ryan ross. What an unfortunate photo. What is with the hand? he looks like that aerican poster. “Panic! at the disco needs you, because i am going to leave this boys ass becuase i love him”. Ryan, i love you

THEN THERES BEEBO

he is just like boy what do you mean you don’t want this used car. Btw i spiritually relate to this photo: the pimples/ pimple scars, the unfortunate hair cut, and the too far apart eyebrows. 

THE THERES THE MARSHMELLOW

he has that face. You know, the one you pull when you realise that someone is taking a photo and your in the middle o talking, or when someone walks into the bathroom and your on the toilet, or when you see the future and you realise that half of the band leaves you. 


Lol sorry this whole post was really salty towards the panic split

send me more pics for more face synopsises 

Kanda: Timcampy…what in the blue fuck? why are you crying? are you okay?

Timcampy: -silent-

Timcampy: -internally- Am I Okay? no I’m not you son of a stupid piece of fuck. My two recent masters are now stuck in one body and one of them is planning some weird shit and you asked me which one do I want to serve anymore without even considering how fucked up is the situations right now I mean look at what happened cross is dead and allen is being fucking chased by the black order because of nea and you know what I do? I just fucking sit here and record everything because that’s what I’m made for okay maybe I didn’t want to be made for this maybe I want to go to starbucks and live here or become a duck I know that sounds weird but point is no you don’t ask why am I crying because of all of that bullcrap happening I hope you get your hair pulled out by an akuma you bloody twat.

Great Comet characters as shit I have said pt. 2
  • Natasha: As much as it tears me apart inside to be in love with like seven different people, it's the only thing that makes me go to school in the morning, so which is the worse evil?
  • Pierre: Remember when I was going to be a fighter pilot? Now I just read weird Russian books and angst.
  • Sonya: No, I don't know why multiple people older than I am follow me around and call me Dad now. I was hoping you would know.
  • Marya: If you look very closely, you can see the fragment of a fuck I once gave about your bitch ass.
  • Anatole: Everyone is so busy crying about how the world is crumbling that they're not noticing how nice my hair is today. Really not fair.
  • Dolokhov: On the one hand I want Wolverine claws. On the other I would be the kind of person that pretended to snikt and then actually snikt and snikt you're dead.
  • Helene: I'm only good at like two things, and one of them is making people think I'm good at everything. I'm not sure what the other is.
  • Bolkonsky: Sophomore year I used to cry about how I had no friends but I don't anymore because I know why I had no friends. I was really fucking weird, that's why. Not even good cute weird.
  • Mary: I said I was in pain and they asked what she was wearing. I don't now, Sheila, I was too focused on my physical pain. I'm multifaceted.
  • Balaga: I'm not a reckless driver. I give, like, two recks.
  • Andrey: Apparently "I have to go home" doesn't work as an excuse when you are, in fact, at home.

I’m making icons but sunshine banana demands a post about him (again).

I just need toast and we can do the ‘I’m late to school’ meme.

I’m model extraordinaire.

The child attempting to make friends.

Eww, Chloe. You actually give the gum inside your mouth to Sabrina’s hand…!

Hair modelling~

Why are you touching the gum with your bare hands???

If taken out of context, Adrien is doing unspeakable things.

I SAID DO NOT TOUCH

I

just

can’t

Both of them looked like they are about to cry and I am in distress.

.

Now let me sleep and resume making icons tomorrow bruh.

steivonnie-deactivated20151003  asked:

I almost cried when you posted how happy you were that Moana had your nose and your hair. I know representation matters, but I got to see through your eyes today exactly how it can effect poc. I have seen white people on tv and in movies my whole life so I am greatly privileged. But finally, you will have someone who looks like you and you can relate to and you and I just can't tell you how happy I am for you and other woc who can see themselves in this new disney princess.

This is my favorite message EVER. Really. 

I’m never one to cry because a cartoon made me so happy, but when I saw Moana’s face for the first time, I’ll admit that I cried a bit. A lot, actually. I was happy with Lilo and Nani, and I am so happy with Moana. I was so happy to see her designers give her the very traits that I was teased for growing up.

I’m pretty sure everyone who knows me by now is well aware of how proud I am to be Polynesian. It’s everything to me, and because there aren’t any Polynesians where I live, I have to make more noise about my culture so that my peers aren’t totally unaware lol. Representation has always been important to me, but man, when you hit as close as my culture and even my physical characteristics, that’s pretty much when I feel affected by it enough to cry about it.

It’s really great.

Imagine being depressed. You can’t do anything but to cry, even if there isn’t a real reason for your mood, but you are helpless. Hoping it will stop soon, hoping someone would help you. Hoping for someone to hug you. But you know you are alone in your flat, no one is going to come. You cry even more. Not knowing what to do. Suddenly you feel a warm hand touching your hair, shocked you look up to see Sherlock kneeling next to you, petting your hair. “I felt you weren’t good so I came in. Come here!”, he says and hugs you tight. A warm feeling spreads in your chest as Sherlock holds you and tells you: “It’s alright! It’s okay now, I am here for you! Everyhing will be alright!” 

I Don’t Need A Bodyguard! (Bodyguard!Sam AU)

Words: 1139
Warnings: None(?)
Pairing: Sam x Reader


Originally posted by bitchandjerk

-Oh my freaking God! -I growl, seeing the tall man in a black suit and white button-up in front of me. -Mike! Timothy! I swear to God I’m going to kill you both! I don’t need a bodyguard!

-Ma'am? -The man says, his voice firm. -I’m Sam Winchester, I’ve been hired to protect you due to the recent threats to your life.

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THIS piCture OF bAEKHYUN CAn BE useD  4 veryTH1NG :

When you’re stalking ur crush on instagram and like a pic from 800 weeks ago.

When you’re chillin but remember u got homework

When you read the first question of a test and don’t know shit

WHEN SM DEBUTS NCT BUT NOT YUJOHNSOL

When Kai starts crying at the fanmeet

THe initial shock you suffer when one of your biases changes hairstyle and looks damn fine (YeS VERnon I Am taLKING T0 YOU)

I Love You, Man (Part 6/?) (Avengers/MCU cast x reader)

Part 5

“Sure, I don’t use that hand all that much anyway,” Sebastian whined, trying to pull from your grip, only to make you squeeze tighter with each wave of contraction.  “Fuck, (Y/N), are you a super soldier too?”

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An Open Letter to Kim Namjoon

Dear Namjoon,

I miss your smile.
In times when life was hard for me, I would be able to find comfort in that smile that would greet me through a screen, the image being paired with sparkling brown eyes and ashy blonde hair. Its a strange concept to find such comfort in the life, look and sound of a stranger, and yet, when i’d think to myself that i am the most lonely person in the world, I’d click on your music or a bangtan bomb…and i wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.
When I read your fancafe post about feeling alone, I found myself crying along to your words, the identification of someone who felt the same as i did- who just so happened to be the same person i had admired for so long- was so overwhelming that my emotions got the better of me and i simply cried.

I cried for the both of us. For the feeling of loneliness that affects so many people, but keeps them separate in their isolation instead of joining them together. For the words that had been so familiar to me, but that i had never been able to speak. To know you also felt alone- for a while now too, its the most sadistic irony i can imagine.
Listening to your music and the music you’ve created with your group, was one of the only ways i’ve continued on through the loneliness and the sadness, keeping a brave face through times that have become rough. Sadly, I have no music to offer you back; but instead i’d like to offer you my words.

You’re not alone.
Although at the moment it might feel like it. Even after days where you’ve felt so much better, when you’ve felt alive- should you feel the loneliness begin to seep its way back in; remember you’re not alone. And trust me, I understand the temptation to not believe these words, but you have to fight through it to see the truth. Ignore those voices and embrace your song; show it to everyone and anyone, and even when they don’t understand, remember that there are people out there in the world that do.
There are also going to be people that pick at the flaws and the mistakes that you make and that make you, but you shouldn’t be scared of them; they’re simply on another wavelength (Just like the whale in your song). Sometimes you’re not the one that’s odd, sometimes its everyone else.

This world is scarily big and there is too much room to make mistakes…but there is also endless amounts of room for hope and life and happiness. I guess that’s what i want you to take from this letter; That space for loneliness will always be there, but so will the space for happiness- you simply have to find your way back to it!

The A.R.M.Y will always be here to help fight the loneliness with you, so try to keep smiling- someday it won’t be so hard.

We Love You Kim Namjoon x

Originally posted by taestylips

both of my parents immigrated to the states after the vietnam war; my mom because her dad was a police officer for south vietnam (and he and his family was going to be sent for reeducation), and i don’t know specifically about my dad (the rest of his family is still in vietnam).  i went to a small private school where most of the kids were white, and i grew up wishing i had blond hair and blue eyes because that’s what i was socialized to believe was beautiful.  i remember once i came home crying because the kids kept making fun of my flat nose, and my dad tried to cheer me up by saying, “well at least your nose doesn’t look like a pig’s” and made these snorting noises.  they used to make fun of my vietnamese name, to a point where it’s hard for me to say even to this day (and god dang it I am tired of being asked “what’s your real name?”).

when i was in middle school, we had to take a u.s. history class and we were learning about government and citizenship tests.  my dad had just passed his citizenship test – i helped him study for the test for weeks, and i was so so excited for him.  so i raised my hand and said, super proud, “my dad just passed his citizenship test!”  and one kid asked, “who said that?” and everyone looked at me and started laughing.  and i was embarrassed and thought oh my god maybe that’s not something i should be proud of.  and i shouldn’t have been embarrassed, but kids are cruel and i was already embarrassed for not fitting in with everyone else.

i wish i could go back and tell myself to be proud, to ignore the ignorance, to love my culture (and myself!!) as much as i do today.