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Thank You {Because seriously...it’s all I say here..}

Like—wow—thank you all for the kind comments on the latest installment of The Fall on here and on AO3. I know some people tell me it’s pretty good and all that, but some of y’all came right out the gate swinging telling me that it was a lot more than just as simple as that, and I’m like…in tears??

I didn’t think a silly story that I wrote from a crazy dream would turn into such a liked story; especially when I am so hard on myself when it comes to my work in general, so thank you…seriously. The ones that were scared to speak filled my comment boxes with amazing paragraphs of stuff, and I just cry in the corner at how awesome it is to hear from you, so—yeah—thank you isn’t really enough, but it’s all I can say right now as I am speechless?

Also thank you to those that have said something and put lovely comments in your reblogs or in the tags. That’s so kind of you. ♥♥♥

Thank you as well to the people who sent in donations from ko-fi to me and or commissioned me lately…that’s just…MOAR TEARS…I SWEAR..UGH. TT^TT

I do thank the 3 people who have sent in requests and ideas—they are there, and I promise I will get to them through the week. Thank you for sending them in~! ♥♥ I was getting through some commissions first was why I haven’t responded to them yet. x3; But thank you for the ideas~!

Much love to you amazing followers, fans, and friends. You’re all great. ♥

~Oreana Galena

03•05 | 13/100

got through the day with only 3 hours of sleep since i managed to finish my major at 3am : ) aannnnnnnd i submitted my first major project of the year and i gotta admit i am well pleased with the outcome of it all *cries tears of joy* ,when i went in for the portfolio review/feedback with the markers i have never been more overwhelmed by their comments like that was probably the best feedback i could have ever received. they really liked my work and the way its presented and im just so full of joy because they acknowledged the amount of effort i put through it all and im so :’ )

after it was finished i treated myself to some honeydew milk tea with herbal jelly and pearls because i deserved it and here is a snippet of my may weekly layout c:

Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

Originally posted by k2sodone


This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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Hot For Teacher [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Character: Rick Grimes

Word Count: 4,022

Prompt/Summary: High School/University AU 

Warnings: Smut, Language, Dirty Talk, Taboo Relationship, Unprotected Sex

Note: I’m baaacccckkkk! Sorry, it took me so long to start writing again, this pesky thing called real life kept getting in the way. Anyway, here is some STRAIGHT UP FILTH for @such-a-common-girl ‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats Ana! No one deserves 1K more than you, girl! Enjoy!

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Jughead x Reader: Trouble in Paradise


Request:
Can you do an imagine were jughead says he doesn’t love the reader any more in a mean way and the reader attempts suicide and he goes to the hospital and realizes how much he loves her. If you’re ok with that👑👑👑


A/N: This prompt was hard to write because I have gone through anxiety and depression and have friends who go through these mental health issues as well. I know the character does not have these issues and just goes through an episode. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I am only writing about this because it was a request and sadly these scenarios actually happen in real life. I hope I did justice to the requestor’s vision. I know the request asked for Jughead to break up with them in a mean way, but I couldn’t vision that so I just like let it happen. I hope if you’re a reader and has these mental health issues you seek treatment and know that every day is a new chapter and there will always be a light in all that darkness if you search for it and I’m here for you and you are loved.
P.S: According to Cody you lose a women when you forget to cherish her (okay bye, hopefully you understand that and smile).  I added a list of songs there, that helped inspire this imagine. Also this one is quite long, but I hope you all love it!

Words: 2993

Summary: Reader parents are so complicated. Jughead and the reader are going through a rough patch in their relationship.

Spoilers: Somethings just deserve happy endings. :)

† WARNINGS! Depressing thoughts, signs of self-harm and drug abuse.   Please do not try these at home, if you ever need someone to talk to my inbox is open I love you and be careful.
Playlist:

Broken Home- 5 Seconds of Summer
Better off dead – Sleeping with Sirens
 Broken Ones- Jacquie Lee
 Is anybody out there- K’NAAN
 Broken over you- Grace Mitchell
 Dreaming with a broken heart – John Mayer
 Everybody Hurts- R.E.M
 Breathe Me- Sia
 Blackbird- India Jean-Jacques
 Between the Bars- Elliot Smith
 Drift- Emily Osment
 Invisible – 5 Seconds of Summer
 Get it Right- Glee
 Welcome to my life- Simple Plan
 Build You Up- Kim Taylor


Riverdale the town that was once your safe haven, the sign of hope and a new life. That was history. You arrived to the infamous ‘Town with Pep’ the year when you were about to enter fifth grade. At first you were mad at your parents for moving you away from your friends. You were a shy person, so the friends you had you were proud of making them. You knew the only reason you were moving was for your parents to get a fresh start. There had been problems with your parents’ marriage, and they decided to “fix” it by moving away from all the problems they said. 

You stayed in Riverdale ever since, you made friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Jughead and now Veronica. Though when you got there you were pretty lonely it was Jughead who invited you to play with them in the park. You lived right next to Jughead, so you became closer to him and he in return shared his friends with you. You were smitten with the brooding, mysterious writer. It wasn’t till the summer before your sophomore year where Jughead asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted since you were madly in love with the guy and were surprised he actually returned the feelings you had for him.

Though sometimes life gets too good, you start wondering when it will come crashing down. You spoke too soon, it all came crashing down every second your parents never fixed anything between them. They suppressed everything and exploded, every night got worse and worse. Your parents started screaming,  and fighting again. They decided they were no longer in love.

How do you no longer love someone? You thought. Where does that feeling go? Will that ever happen to you and Jughead?

“(Y/N)? Hello?” your mother spoke across the table.

“Um, uh, yeah, what?” you spoke up as she distracted you from your thoughts.

“What your mother and I are saying” your father continued “Is that, we know this separation may not be easy for you, but it’s for the best” your father declared at the breakfast table while gently grabbing your hand.


“We tried to make it work, but once love is no longer there, you only do so much to try and repair a broken relationship” your mother confirmed.

“Okay, just if you guys keep fighting though, don’t include me, I want nothing to do with this and I am not leaving Riverdale or my friends and especially not Jug; I will not be your play toy when you end up fighting about who gets custody over me” you stated coldly standing up from your chair taking a toasted bread and an apple and left your home to get to school so you wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

“Hey Babe” Jughead commented as you climbed down the steps of your front porch.

“Hey Juggie” you cheered as you handed him the toast and he grabbed you by the hand.

“So what’s the verdict this time?” Jughead challenged since he saw your tired expression that didn’t budge from your face.

“They finally decided to get a divorce” you croaked with a single tear escaping your eye.

“I mean it’s for the best, I am just so tired of the cheating and the screaming” you stated boldly trying to hide the fact that it was breaking you apart.

How could they even stay together this long if they didn’t love other? What was going to happen to you? You weren’t ready to waking up to a more broken home? There was going to be only one parent you woke up to? No more screaming, No more fighting, No more love. If love runs out, when will your parents stop loving you, is Jughead’s love also going to run out?


“Hey sleepyhead” Betty chimed in at the sidewalk, you didn’t notice her ever joining you and Jughead “Rough night?” she questioned.

Rough Life you thought to yourself, but what came out of your lips was “Yeah, you know the usual” and Betty pulled you in for a small hug as you entered Riverdale High.

Every single one of your friends knew about your parent troubles and you didn’t know how you felt about that other than embarrassed. Though they were very comforting since dysfunctional families were a norm here at Riverdale.

Days passed and your parents finally made their divorce official and your father decided to stay at Riverdale, so he wouldn’t make things hard on you with the whole shared custody your parents agreed to. That day all your friends had a get-together at Veronica’s because they knew how hard it was for you that your parents were finally separating.

You all sat around the living room talking, laughing, eating junk food and watching movies. They were the best distraction you could ever ask for.
The day was done, and you had to face reality as Jughead and you walked back home together.

“So, are you going to be okay?” Jughead broke the silence.

“This night is so poetic” you stated ignoring Jughead’s comment “The gloomy sky, is crying, a symbol of a new beginning, no more faking happy family; now they’re finally done with each other and the only thing keeping them linked is me sadly” you continued because all that was running over your mind was his question.

Are you going to be okay? Should you tell Jughead that before they officially separated you were diagnosed with depression and were on medicine? You couldn’t blame your parents for not loving each other like they should’ve. But you blamed them for the screaming, fighting and sleepless nights they caused you. They were so into their fighting they never asked how you were. They never knew that your smile hid so much anger and brokenness. They made you into this ball of sorrow and you felt your light diming every time you tasted those pills, every time they made you hold in every word because you didn’t want to start another fight.

“I guess I am rubbing off on you” Jughead claimed with a chuckle and you smiled at him.

He had been your rock through all of this mayhem, and there was not enough words in the universe to thank him for being there for you.


“Thank you so much Jug, for being here, for putting up with all the stupid ranting, for-“ you were stopped as he grabbed you by the face and planted a kiss on lips, you were about to drop the umbrella as he let go.

“I will always be here” he promised.

Your father found another woman and your mother started dating. They moved on so easily you couldn’t believe your eyes. You’d go to Jughead and complain about everything they were doing to you. All the dinners they made you attend. All of a sudden you became a prize to be won.

The game of Who gets more time with our daughter started and you were the only one losing.

Things got soo bad you started self-harming with a razor you broke apart one night at 3am when you could hear your mom in her room with her new conquest.

You would wear long sleeves to cover your scars. No one knew, not even Jughead. Betty noticed a difference in you, but you lied.

You felt terrible for lying to her since she was your first go to when Jughead was too busy with his novel. Jason Blossom was murdered by Sweetwater River on, so your problems didn’t feel so big.

Jughead started investing more of his time in his novel, and since Jason was with Polly him and Betty would go sleuthing trying to find clues because we all lost trust in the grown-ups.

They offered you to come, but you didn’t feel like adding another problem to your life. You and Jughead became more distant. When you did spend time he was on his laptop typing away and you just sat there with him, drawing, and reading anything just wanting to be near him.

Since Betty would investigate with Jug, you had no else to be with. Archie was invested in music, Kevin would be disappearing to Southside claiming he was investigating things with his dad. Veronica became close to Cheryl and she just wasn’t your cup of tea.

Your parents stopped caring about you and spending more time their significant others.

You would argue with Jughead to make time for you not caring how needy you sounded and he finally broke. He couldn’t take your arguing and neediness he finally broke up with you. You couldn’t blame him.

Everyone you loved was leaving you.


It had been almost a week since he broke it off. Your mother left on a trip with a guy younger than her. You skipped school since you couldn’t bear to see his face. Your cutting covered both or your arms.

You wouldn’t have taken it farther if it wasn’t for a voicemail left on your phone.

“Hey baby girl, I’m probably going to be longer with Josh, also I don’t know if you got dad’s text, he got stuck in a business trip and won’t be able to take you out for your birthday, also I’m so sorry I won’t be there either, I really hope you can understand well you are 16 throw a party for yourself”

You broke down, you couldn’t take it. Everyone was gone. Your parents, Jughead, and none of your friends bothered to text you to see if you were okay.
You went to your bedroom opened your mirror and grabbed your anti-depressants and a bunch of pills and started one by one while chugging water, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slit your arms and as you fell to the ground as from everything you did to yourself your head hit hard against the tile you heard your door open. As you lost consciousness you couldn’t be sadder it was Betty that found you and angry it wasn’t your mother.

“(Y/N), I am sorry I haven’t been able to talk to you, Jug just told me you guys broke-” she discovered your body knocked out cold on the floor. She was shocked and sobbing as she called the hospital to come pick you up.

She was surprised over the empty pill container of anti-depressants and started sobbing more not knowing you were even on them, and shocked over all the slits on your arms even more tears flooded her face because she didn’t know how bad things had gotten for you.

The ambulance arrived and they took you and Betty to the hospital.

They contacted your parents and Betty called your friends.

“What Happened?!” Jughead croaked at Betty, his eyes puffy from the crying that happened when Betty told them to rush to the hospital.


Betty told them about how she found you, about the anti-depressants and the cuts that took place on your arms.

They all looked at her confused  and sad, and Jughead freaked out he started crying, he punched a hole in the wall and he was about to be escorted out of the hospital, but your father arrived and stopped them because he knew how much he meant for you, and he convinced them he would pay for the damages.


The doctor came to the living room and told him everything Betty had told him and how they were planning on fixing you.

“Mr. (Y/L/N) how long was (Y/N) on anti-depressants?” The doctor questioned your father.

“Since before we got a divorce, and she refused those group things because she said she already had her friends” He said softly trying to contain the tears, as your friends sobbed softly.

“Did you know she was cutting?” The doctor asked another question.

“No, she doesn’t live me, she lives with her mom” Your father stated as a tear escaped his right eye and your mother finally arrived.

“Oh my god, doctor what happened to (Y/N)?” you mom pleaded.

So they told your mom how they found you and she broke down not knowing you were self-harming.

“She started wearing long sleeve shirts for about a month, so I’m guessing that when it may have started” Jughead announced to the doctor and your mother continued sobbing on your fathers chest “I can’t believe I didn’t notice” Jughead mumbled under his breath.

“Thank you” the doctor claimed as he walked away.

Your father tried to calm your mom down and Betty and the gang sat down holding hands hoping they could fix you.

“If I would’ve known, if I was here and not with that guy” you mom sobbed.

“This is both of our faults (Y/M/N)” your father took responsibility “She was depressed, and we didn’t pay attention to her as she was screaming out for us to just be her parents” he continued.

Jughead walked to the hallway, and Betty followed him.

“Jug where are you going?” Betty addressed.

“Bets, this is all my fault, if I knew, if I would have listened to her and not be soo invested in this stupid murder, this- I- I love her Betty, I can’t lose her” Jughead bawled.

“Jug, this is not your fault, (Y/N) wasn’t well and we didn’t know, we should’ve noticed as her friends; but she hid that brokenness so well, you won’t lose her none of us will” Betty cried while pulling Jughead in a hug until the doctor came out again.

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), (Y/N) is going to be fine, we have bandaged the arms and stopped the bleeding, the fall was just a small concussion and the drugs have been drained from her system, only the parents can go in right now” The doctor concluded as your parents made their way to see you.

“(Y/N), it us” you heard your mothers voice as you opened your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you had us so worried” You father added.

“I guess it’s true, people only care, when you’re dead or are dying” You huffed.

“All your friends are out there and Jughead” you’re mother implied ignoring your comment as your father grabbed a chair and sat next to you and grabbed your hand only to reveal you bandaged arms.

“Honey, I am so sorry for anything we have done for making you feel worthless, we were distracted fighting like cats and dogs and we didn’t see you screaming out for our love” you father sobbed.

“Love runs out, isn’t that right mom?” you stated coldly as a tears started escaping your eyes.

“Baby, you are so wonderful, we are so sorry for anything we have done to make you think you weren’t worth anything, we are so sorry for everything we made you go through” Your mother lamented as she reached for your other hand.

“Our love for you doesn’t have a limit, we will love you unconditionally and I’m sorry that got too distracted and left you alone” your father went on.

You and your parents talked about everything, you agreed for treatment and a therapist for as long as you needed it and they went to call your friends.

You were so happy your parents actually cared and loved you unconditionally. As your parents were talking to your friends Jughead interjected.

“Can I see her alone first” and your friends nodded as he walked over your room with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear he had put his beanie on it.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry for not being there for you? For not making time for you, I love you, I do, I love you so much, these days we broke up I felt like shit that the only light in my life was gone” Jughead spoke and tears started streaming off your face.

“Juggie, I love you too, and I am soo sorry I never told you about all my problems” you spoke as he came near you to put his gifts on the table near you as he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“I am so sorry for not hearing you out, for being too invested in my novel” He sighed.

“No Jug, I was the one who chose not to tell you or anyone else, I felt like I couldn’t burden you all with my problems, and I know that when that novel come out, it’s going to be huge” you reassured as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and you kissed back missing his lips your mouths moved in sync.

“You could never be a burden (Y/N). Please be my girlfriend again (Y/N), we will work things out together, you were always there for my family problems, I promise I will be there for yours as well; please be mine again, unlike your parents I still love you, (Y/N) love doesn’t run out people just get bored and stop working on it. I will never not work on our love” Jughead pleaded and you accepted.

“Is that the infamous beanie on the teddy bear?” you asked Jughead as he grabbed the bear to give to you.

“Yeah” he smiled.

“Give it!” you cheered as you placed it on your head.

“Looks good on you babe” Jughead declared.

“Yeah, but I don’t do it justice like you” you smirked as you placed it on his luscious black hair and soon your friends came in and they all gave you hugs and you all hung out there until visiting hours were over and you were dismissed the next day.

Your parents overheard what Jughead told you and they realized they wanted to work harder on their relationship and soon became re-married and there was fighting because every good relationship faces problems, but this time they didn’t wait for it to explode and worked on them head on. You and Jughead were happily dating and all was right in Riverdale, they even caught Jason’s Killer. I guess there is such things as Happily Ever After’s.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

13 things that piss off a Namjoon Stan

1. 

“HOW HAVE I JUST DISCOVERED THIS?!?!1″

When your minding your own business listening to Namjoon’s mixtape because that shit is fire and it is pure gold and all the comments are “wHY haVE I nOT SEeN ThIS ?!!11!!” “HOW AM I KNOwing abOUT thiS nOW!111″ and ur like how tf have you not listened 11 tracks and 4 mvs worth of blood, sweat & tears like……..

And its so annoying bc ALL THE COMMENTS ON THE MV ARE JUST SAYING HOW THEY JUST DISCOVERED IT

*okay i know that it isn’t your fault for not knowing something, and his mixtape and solo tracks were released before HYYH a.k.a their big blowup so when it did release recently only a few people knew, but sometimes I feel as if I’m the only one who knows these songs and its kinda like ehh do yall know bout namjoon or…

i’m namjoon and the annoying comments are Taehyung

2. “wHOSE YOUR BIAS!”
“Namjoon”
“oh..”

You know what I’m talking about. They say “why” but not as in like why do you like him but more like WHY TF WOULD U STAN SUCH AN UGLY MEMBER EWEWEW CHINJAAA OPPA MIANHAE SARANGHAEYO

and don’t get me started on how when you say your bias you feel uncomfortable and kind of ashamed (okay this stopped after they got popular and people started to appreciate joonie mini more, but I remember from debut to around boy in luv or danger this was a huge problem, now its not blesss)

3. PROTECTING THE SHIT OUT OF NAMJOON WHEN PEOPLE ATTACK HIM FOR HIS PAST MISTAKES AND PROBLEMATICNESS

GUYS I MADE LIKE 1993489748 RANTS ABOUT THIS, BUT I STAN NAMJOON BECAUSE HE MADE MISTAKES, APOLOGIZED, SUFFERED AND HELD RESPONSIBILITY AND MOVED THE HELL ON. 

SO I HATE WHEN NEW FANS OR ANTIS COMMENT ON OLD PROBLEMATIC VIDEOS , IM LIKE THIS AINT 2014 NO MO SUCK MY COCK, I EVEN MADE A FUCKING YOUTUBE VIDEO FOR GODDAMN SAKE

4. Trying really hard to not throw fists when your friends “joke” that he is ugly

5. Dealing with people who just see Namjoon as the sexy perverted member and nothing else. “DADDY FUCK ME HARD” “NAMJOON DADDY” “DADDD”

6. “IS RAP MON THE OLDEST” “RAP MON IS SO SCARY” “RAP MON IS MEAN”

This isnt much of a “problem” but i find it really funny when people think Namjoon is the oldest, like if he wasnt the leader he would be part of the maknae line. I admit before HYYH he had a really aggresive manly vibe (ugh hottt) but Namjoon was always such a cutie oml, how do some of yall find him scary. HE IS THE OPPOSITE OF SCARY

7. WHEN PEOPLE CAN’T PRONOUNCE “NAMJOON” FOR THEIR LIVING SHIT


ITS NOT NAEM JUNE OR NAYM JUNE OR NAME JUN

ITS PRONOUNCED FUCKING “Nahm-jun”LIKE OM NOM NOM THEN JUN AS IN SEVENTEEN JUN

 like having a foreign name is hard please atleast try make an effort 

8. “who names themselves rap monster”

A FUCKING MAN WHO EATS EVERY BEAT AND RHYTHM LIKE A MONSTER DUHHH

9.  “YOONGI IS WAY BETTER, SUGA IS WAY MORE TALENTED”

someone hold me back before I smack someone because I made a whole post regarding this, yall can’t sleep on Namjoon’s talent.

READ THIS ISSUE HERE

http://btsxlami.tumblr.com/post/149507693125/the-suga-is-a-better-rapper-than-rap-monster

10. “NAMJOON SHOULD LEAVE” “ot6″

OKAY HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA SAY THIS

“BANGTAN SOYEONDAN WOULD NOT EXIST IF KIM NAMJOON WAS NOT ALIVE”

end of discussion

11. when you a intl fan who hates namjoon, but namjoon shows more intl appreciation than your whole ancestry line combined

12. dealing with that fan who doesnt directly but indirectly rejects namjoons existence

13. and most importantly what pisses us off the most is when Namjoon looks down on himself, saying that his mind will only be at peace if he knows that his music and life has made an impact of our lives, and the fact they he may not know that makes me uneasy.

This is personal but I stopped cutting and stopped my attempted suicide because of Namjoon’s mixtape and his v logs. He saved my life and he needs to know his life has a purpose and meaning.

“ Because it’s a life that you only get one chance with, I want to influence people endlessly, give hopes, and become someone who can become a dream. Until then, I plan to continue on forth. Because that will become something that confirms the worth to my existence to the world and something that can personally confirm myself as to who I am. “

-21.03.15

Kim Namjoon

It Never Seems To Be Enough

Summary: Dan gets hate comments and gets bullied by his subscribers on the internet for not posting the video he said he would, and when he breaks down from it, Phil is there to help him back up. 

Or, the fic that’s not actually a fic because it really happened, because half the people in the phandom are assholes who have no regard for Dan’s feelings because they all think it’s about them. 

A/N: I’m not bitter :) This behavior is not okay. Dan does not deserve to be treated the way he was today. No one likes a bully. Unless you have something nice to say to him, than don’t say it at all. 

Warnings: None, unless assholes trigger you. Which, by the way, the tweets featured in this fic are actual tweets I saw in Dan’s replies on his video post.

Word Count: 2,026

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Dan made a mistake by telling thousands of people on YouNow about his next video. Truthfully, he had planned on the next danisnotonfire video being one that meant something to him, but when he tried to film it, things just weren’t working out.

He had been stressed for weeks, constantly worrying about the content he was going to put out on his personal channel, but each time he thought of making a video to post publicly, he felt sick.

Dan treated his own channel like an egg. It always had to be perfect, with no cracks anywhere, and the outside had to have a polished glow to it. He never knew who was going to stumble across his channel, and he couldn’t have it looking like a shitstorm in case someone important saw it. But it was that exact thought that drove him mad.

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Look, I know I’m possibly tooting my own horn here, but I just need people to know how much a comment like this means. I am floored. I am humbled. I am giddy. And I am motivated. I have lost my writing mojo for a while now, but comments like this lift me up like nothing else. 

*cries tears of gratitude and determination*

Bless you, fandom. This is the kind of stuff that makes all the hard work worthwhile.

Fanfiction Appreciation Post: Haikyuu!! (KageHina)

I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, since Fandom Fic Rec Days are coming soon, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. Enjoy!

Works

sometimes your heart will ache but that doesn’t mean you’re weak by takokun (G; 6.6k; English; Complete)

When Kageyama wakes up he finds tears on his pillow.

Disclaimer: This is endgame HinaYachi, but honestly the KageHina portrayal requires this fic to be in this post too. 

Comments: I NEVER thought I would have one favorite fanfic in all the fanfiction I have read, but this is IT. Every now and then I go back and read it again, and it still makes me feel the way I felt the first time I read it. I cry throughout the whole story now, but honestly, I’m so glad this exists. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Painting With Words by iwillstillopenthewindow (@iwillstillopenthewindow(G; 5.1k; English; Complete)

Hinata just can’t seem to write anything these days, until he gets an invitation to an art exhibit.

Comments: I have no words for this one. It’s just such a wonderful piece of art. In fact, the whole series is awesome, if you choose to read it.

and i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard by calliopinaround (@calliopin-around(T; 1.6k; English; Complete)

No matter how hard he tries, Kageyama thinks, he always ends up like this.

Comments: Just… the simplicity in getting together. I love it when ordinary antics and moments lead to extraordinary developments. 

you’re the wings on my back, and together we conquer the sky by earlgrey_milktea (@puddingcatbae(G; 5.1k; English; Complete)

“Oi. Your turn to make dinner.”
“No, it’s your turn.”
“No way, I made it last night. Remember? We had ramen.”
“Instant ramen. Which doesn’t even count as cooking.”
“I did it in a pot on the stove, so it does count.“
or, kagehina in their twenties;
adulting is an everyday adventure when you’ve got your best friend right there next to you.

Comments: I read this right after I got into a QPR myself (and I got my lovely QPP to read it too), and it just blew my mind. The realistic portrayal, on-point characterization and relationship development, amazing. 

Count by someonestolemyshoes (@someone-stole-my-shoes(G; 5k; English; Complete)

Kageyama’s first kiss was with a volleyball.

He was six, and the smooth, cool leather stung where it smacked to his mouth. It tasted like dirt, like dust and gym shoes and a little bit like sweat, too, and it stole the breath from his lungs and took his two front teeth away with it.

It…probably doesn’t count as a kiss, honestly, because balls don’t even have lips to kiss with, but it made him fall in love with volleyball the way real kisses make boys fall in love with girls on the playground, so Kageyama thinks it’s probably good enough.

It didn’t matter that it hurt - that it bled, bust his nose and ripped his gums and stained his mouth in red and blue and purple - what mattered was that it was his first kiss, his best kiss, and nothing was ever, ever going to change that.

His second kiss is with Hinata.

Comments: I don’t even know why or how I came to like this one, but I do. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I counted the kisses I received just like Kageyama does here.

Series

love and victory by bigspoonnoya (2 works; 36k; English; Complete)

Comments: This entire series just… gave me the feels so bad. Gosh, if you ever need lots of angst but also happy tears and you like the college AU and have enough time on your hands to read a ton, this series is for you. Actually, even if you don’t have time, this series is worth all the procrastination in the world. (Be sure to check the warnings on each work first; I haven’t put them up here.)

This list is in no way complete. These are just a handful of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.

Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!

For KuroTsuki fic recs, go here!

For poly ship fic recs, go here!

For TsukkiYama fic recs, go here!

For a masterpost of my fic recs, go here!

Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) Part 18

A/N: after so long, I’ve finally finished. enjoy lol

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter


“Where’s Lafayette?” You asked immediately. She pointed to your shared room with him. You ran there, seeing Lafayette’s head in his hands. He looked up when you approached, his eyes watery. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into his arms. You heard a small whimper come from his throat. You tightened your hold around his neck, saying nothing.

“Y/N, Y/N, I’m so sorry, Jen and I weren’t paying attention. We should have done something, anything to stop this-" 

"Gilbert. Stop. It’s not your fault. We’ll find them, okay? We’ll save them.” You touched his hair softly. He shook his head, too choked up to give you a response. You closed your eyes, trying to hold in your sobs.

You heard footsteps by the door, and tried to turn your body. But Lafayette was clutching onto it too hard. You open your eyes, able to turn your head in the direction of the noise. Thomas was standing there, his hand on Jenny’s shoulder.

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #21

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Days of Gladiator Love by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,589
Author’s Summary: Turns out, there was a fair bit of merchandising involved with the Gladiator battles, especially with their more famous fighters.Apparently, this includes romance novels.
My Comments: Warning for an explicit description of…something. This fic is hilarious, and I could see it playing out in my head all too clearly. It could be an episode, except for the aforementioned…something.

Remember Me For Centuries by 0bviousLeigh
Words: 38,045
Author’s Summary: Every legend starts with someone who has no idea what they’re about to get into.
My Comments: This is a Pokemon AU, and it an ABSOLUTE DELIGHT. I was so very, very pleasantly surprised! I barely know Pokemon at all, so I was hesitant at first, but this fic is one hundred percent worth taking a risk on, I guarantee it. Especially if you love Lance. The worldbuilding is so careful and delicately balanced that you really don’t need to know Pokemon much, though I’m sure it helps. I had to keep googling ones I’d never heard of so I could properly imagine the story, haha. But yeah. This fic is incredible. And it just finished. Parts of it made me tear up, I am not kidding. Everyone is absolutely fantastic and SO worth the effort, ahhh, I love this fic.

Let It Haunt You by Emerald_Ashes
Words: 2,785
Author’s Summary: Keith is a little worse for wear upon his return from the Blade of Marmora’s base. Both mentally and physically.
My Comments: Another really lovely missing scene. WHY DIDN’T WE GET SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN CANON WHY. Ah, but all the interpretations from fandom have been lovely, so I really shouldn’t complain. Lance is a good kid in this one, too.

Loyal to the Bone by Shenzuul
Words: 1,392
Author’s Summary: Shiro has been recaptured by the Galra. As he fights off paralyzing terror, Lance’s voice in his ear is a thin lifeline against sinking into despair.
My Comments: Can be read as romantic or platonic. I’m a big fan of these two together, as my own fic testifies, and this is a very sharp and vivid portrayal of them. Love Lance doing everything he can to help Shiro hold on. It’s too short, though.

Tricky Shopping by earthstar
Words: 5,293
Author’s Summary: Ever since Keith was reunited with Shiro, he finds he likes having him around and Keith is determined to prove he can take care of himself.
My Comments: Sequel to an earlier recced fic where Keith is slightly younger, slightly more abandoned, and subsequently slightly more adopted by both the red lion and Shiro. I adore this series so much. I hope there will be much more.

Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Words: 7,664 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Being captured by the Galra was probably one of the worst things Lance could imagine. Yet, even the worst situations can come with a silver lining.
My Comments: Another one of those fics where Lance is captured by the Galra, but this one has a twist I don’t want to spoil. It also feels a little more on the realistic side than some others I’ve read. Anyway, I know I have followers who like these fics, so here ya go. Subscribe! Kudos! Comment!

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay
Words: 6,980
Author’s Summary: “ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.”Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. “You really haven’t figured it out?” “Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,” Lance said patiently. “Spell it out for me.” “Well, you just sort of answered your own question,” Pidge said, snorting. “Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.”
My Comments: Oh, look, it’s the Klance hurt/comfort for this week. This one is super good. Post Season Two and all about that insecurity, yo. The part at the end made me so hurty, and Shiro and the others just going NO made my heart sing.

cough syrup by EmmaLuLuChu
Words: 4,493 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Just another morning at the Galaxy Garrison, save for one tiny problem Shiro realizes. *MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2*
My Comments: You know that theory that maybe Shiro got zapped to an alternate universe? WELL PREPARE YOURSELF FOR PAIN. I really want to know what happened here and how things went so wrong for everyone, gah, it’s tearing me up to see them like this. But Shiro is determined to fix it, and, you know. I believe Shiro can save the world.

Varadero Beach is 1976 Years Old by DizzyBunnies
Words: 2,217
Author’s Summary: When invited to a party to celebrate their alliance with the Arusians, the team decide to get a little…intoxicated–well, specifically Hunk and Lance. Or: Hunk and Lance get drunk for the first time together and won’t shut up about random shit.
My Comments: Huuuunnnk. Laaannnccee. Oh, my sweet boys. It’s nice to see them hanging out. This is funny and a little bittersweet, as serves them well.

Flower For Your Thoughts by BrOwNiEfOx
Words: 3,070
Author’s Summary: Soulmate AU: when you get hurt your soulmates blooms flowers. The Paladins are meant to be together and their connection is deeper than just friendship.
My Comments: Short, sweet platonic soulmate AU with just the right amount of pain to make it all come together.

Bad Diagnosis by ElfGrove
Words: 11,483
Author’s Summary: Pidge has been having bad headaches for nearly a week straight, so she decides to see if the infirmary has some sort of Altean Advil. The actual news is not so great.
My Comments: I avoided this fic for awhile, because the tags are scary, but it’s definitely worth it. Everyone tries so hard, and it’s incredibly painful, but also good. Pidge’s family loves her to death.

His Red-Stained Footsteps by CoranCoranTheGorgeousMan
Words: 4,620
Author’s Summary: Standing facing their newly constructed teludav, crucial to their newest, most desperate measure yet, Coran tells her softly, “Your father would be proud of the leader that you’ve become.” She thinks about that, and isn’t sure.
My Comments: Really gorgeous background for Allura and Coran. Painful, but it all came together really well. Feels like canon all the way through.

Momentary Meltdown by Nandireya
Words: 4,384
Author’s Summary: In the wake of Shiro’s disappearance the team have to come to terms with their loss and what it means to their future. One in particular is not handling it well…
My Comments: I really enjoyed this look at Keith and Allura and the way their relationship is having to evolve after the events of Season Two. Keith deserves a meltdown, honestly.

The Arms of Voltron by squireofgeekdom for rimahadley
Words: 2,001
Author’s Summary: The developing friendship of Pidge and Keith over the first and second seasons, and afterward. The arms of Voltron will hold them all together.
My Comments: I love stories about these two developing a friendship. They have so many similarities and so many differences, it’s always fun to watch.

Giggle at a Funeral by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,375
Author’s Summary: Stranded and wounded on a planet, Shiro is bleeding out. Luckily, he can still contact his team. Unluckily, he’s well enough to talk at them.
My Comments: Shiro’s sense of humor is the WORST. It’s BossToaster, of course this fic is amazing and you should read it.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Where No One Goes by earthstar 
A Couple of Ticks by easternCriminal
Just What You Want by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (this last chapter made me cry so hard, oh Lance you beautiful child let me hug you)
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Aid by Haurvatat
One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Mini Lions by earthstar
Hunk and Lance’s Excellent Adventures by kiaella_v
Worth of A Paladin by Rururinchan
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny

anonymous asked:

What is your headcanon for Sam's first interaction with Sully?

  • [ oops I ficced; the prompt was just too good. ♥ ]

“Come on, Sammy! Buck up. We’ll be home before dinner tonight, huh?”

Sam had clung to that promise like a lifeline. 

That was three days ago. Neither John nor Dean have contacted him since. All of their protocols have gone unobserved.

Sam has gone from something must be holding them up all the way to oh God what if they’re hurt, or worse? Recently, he’s come to acknowledge that they’re probably not alive anymore. He’s tried to make himself contemplate what he’ll do when they never come back. Pastor Jim’s number crashes around in the back of his head, insistent and sharp as glass, but Sam can’t call. If he does, it’ll make this all real. They’ll really be gone.

He’s fine. He can get through this.

Well. Maybe not with his dignity intact. He’s small for his age and he knows it, but if one more well-meaning adult asks him if she can help Sam find his mommy, he’s gonna lose it. 

In the aisles of a dusty, near-dead gas-station, Sam sniffs tears away when he sees two boxes of Mac’n’Cheese on an otherwise sparsely-populated metal shelf, and muffles sobs into the motel blanket behind the door with the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside knob. 

He doesn’t sleep much at night. When he wakes, gasping, from restless naps, he pushes himself off the bed onto his knees and prays as long as he can, like his faith might bring them back, like God might hear him and answer him.

Monday comes, and he can’t bring himself to eat much. He steals a few bruised apples from a nearby hotel’s half-assed attempt at a continental breakfast and eats part of one but barely manages to keep it down when he starts thinking of Black Dogs, of Dean and John strewn over rocks in the woods, open eyes empty and unblinking while predators feast on their bodies. 

He doesn’t manage anything but water for lunch and dinner. Funny thing is, he has plenty of cash. He’s got a handful of dollars sewn into the lining of his jacket for those days when Dean comes home downtrodden and empty-handed from the card tables. He’s heard enough from old women in supermarket aisles to know how to make the dollars stretch: peanut butter on a slice of white bread will fill him up for hours and doesn’t need to be refrigerated. 

Even if he doesn’t have access to a stove, he can make do. If he wants to be indulgent, an age-old jar of crystallized honey from a discount-goods store will never go bad. The off-brand sugarless shredded wheat cereal is also filling. He has a plastic bag filled with every variety of truck-stop condiments on the planet—ketchup, mustard, relish, ranch dressing, barbecue sauce—and they’ll work for a salty snack in a pinch, fool his tastebuds into feeling sated while he puts together something more substantial. He has food, knows a thousand ways to get it if he needs to. He just can’t. Not while he knows they could be out there, dead or dying. Not while he’s in this hellish limbo, waiting for news.

On Tuesday, he finds himself dizzy, half-off the sidewalk in front of a speeding red Chevy, when a warm hand closes around his shoulder and pulls him close just as the blocky car zooms past inches away from his sandal-clad feet.

“Oh, Sam,” the voice says, warm like nothing he’s ever heard, and he’s so scattered and grief-torn he doesn’t think to wonder why the person knows his name.

He’s on his butt on the sidewalk, shaking a little from adrenaline and the fact that he didn’t bother with breakfast this morning, and the afternoon sun is bright white and wobbling in the sky. The warmth against him is the only thing that steadies him. A soft hand twines in his and leads him back to the hotel room, retrieving an apple and a jar of peanut butter from his bag and setting a disposable plastic motel cup filled with water on the bedside table.

That’s when he squints into the semi-darkness and sees a shy half-smile, warm and genuine, over a set of rainbow suspenders and a sunny yellow shirt.

Sam kindly doesn’t tell the smiling man that his outfit is weird as hell. The smiling man kindly doesn’t comment on the tears in Sam’s eyes and the way he wipes them on his jacket sleeves.

“Hi,” the man says. “I’m Sully.”

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BTS reaction to s/o being insecure

Hi!! May I please request BTS reaction to you being insecure and saying negative things about yourself? - Anon


Hello love! I would absolutely do this reaction. But I just want to say to all of you who read this: Stay beautiful <3 I apologize but this is going to be a long one. I am not be able to put in gifs because its THAT long, so my apologies again. I hope you like it :)

Jin

Jin and the rest of the boys had the day off. So all of you decided to head to the pool. Once there, everyone wanted to play pool volleyball. You did not want to say anything, but you felt uncomfortable because you didn’t want to get up on Jin’s shoulders. You took him to a side and explained that you didn’t think you were exactly skinny/slim enough for him to carry. He looked at you and gave a little laugh. “Baby, have you seen your man’s shoulders? These babies can carry Jungkook. You are as light as a feather. Please don’t talk that way about yourself. I don’t care about a number on a scale. I care about YOU” he said successfully making you smile. “Besides, do you think I would be with anyone who wasn’t at least as beautiful as me? You are the most beautiful girl I have laid eyes on. So stop being negative, and lets go show them who the best team is” he gave you a kiss.

Yoongi

You had recently made your relationship public with Yoongi. It wasn’t exactly received very well, with him being famous and all. You were getting a lot of hate comments, which you expected. But that’s not what caused all the thoughts to be triggered. It was your best friend who made you feel so insignificant that you couldn’t hold back the flood of tears. “I am not good enough for you Yoongi” you cried to him. He smiled and said “You are more than enough for me, you are more than I could have asked for” he cupped your cheeks softly.  He looked into your eyes and said “I can’t even explain what you do to me. I am sitting here and trying to the thing I am worst at: expressing what I feel. That’s what you do to me, that’s how you change me and I love it. I love you” he softly kissed your tears away

Hoseok

You knew Hoseok hated it when you put yourself down, and this time wasn’t any different. “You aren’t pretty enough you say. Well let me tell you Ms. y/n the first time I saw you I thought I could have died right there. My stomach literally flipped the moment I saw you. All I could feel were the butterflies because you looked so beautiful. You are beautiful. Every day you get more and more beautiful. You get more beautiful because you are so kind, you care so much for everyone that I feel like giving the world to you. That’s how beautiful you are.” He pulled you into a tight bear hug and kissed your temple. “I love you. Do you get it? I love you for all you. Nothing more and nothing less” he smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

Namjoon

Namjoon wanted to surprise you after he came home. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.  He quietly proceeded towards your room. But before he could take a step in he heard you talking over the phone. He did not want to eavesdrop but the moment he heard that you didn’t know why he was even with you in the first place he froze. After your phone call ended, he entered the room. He headed straight for you. He cupped your cheeks and he just kissed you. He kissed you with everything he had. “I am with you because I love and because you complete me. It sounds cheesy but you really do. You know me in a way even I don’t know myself. You really think that stuff like status, what you look like matters to me when I love you this much? You have no idea how far and how deep I have fallen. I am never going to leave you, even if you get tired of me” he gave you a soft smile. In that moment all your fears, and worries vanished.

Jimin

You were feeling emotional. You didn’t know why. So, when Jimin came home he saw you curled up on the couch, crying your eyes out. He dropped everything in his hands and rushed straight to you. “Baby why are you crying? What happened?” he asked in concern. “You deserve better” you told him. He was already in tears but hearing those words broke him down. He cried with you. You both cried holding each other till you couldn’t cry anymore. Once you both calmed down he held your hands and said “You are the one person jagi, that made me love myself. You made me see who I am.” he finished by kissing your hands. “I cannot even explain how much I love you. Everything about you, makes my heart flutter. Sometimes when you are around me, my breath hitches in my throat because you are so beautiful. I am lucky, jagi. With you I dont have to be caught in a lie anymore”. He would pepper kisses all over your face, earning giggles from you.

Taehyung

Taehyung was busy playing overwatch. He didn’t notice you come into the room. You sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder. He sensed that something wasn’t right so he turned off the game. He turned to you and asked you what was wrong? “Do you like how I look Tae” you asked him. He chuckled. “Y/n what kind of a question is that? Ofcourse I love how you look. You are beautiful baby” he kissed the top of your head. When you sighed in response, he turned around to face you. He searched your face for answers and he realized what the matter was about. “You are beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I love every single inch of your body. I love every quality and every imperfection you have. I would not have it any other way. I am in love with you baby. Do you know what that means?” he asked. “It means I can’t imagine my life without you. I just can’t see it in my head. I don’t want to see an image like. You are perfect with your imperfections and I love you so much that words fail me”

Jungkook

Rumors were circulating about Jungkook and another female idol which brought out all your insecurities. Suddenly you weren’t pretty enough, skinny enough, or good enough for him. Suddenly he deserved better. Jungkook noticed that you seemed lost a lot of the time. It worried him, so one day he sat you down and asked you. The moment he asked you what was wrong you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. You told him you were feeling insecure. He chuckled a little before pulling you into a hug. “I know it’s because of the rumors. But jagi, you don’t have to worry about anything, because I am all yours. I really couldn’t care less about other girls. In my eyes you are pretty. If only you saw what I see. Only then you would know what perfection looked like. I am not perfect because I am good at everything, I am perfect because you make me so. I love you so much that I feel insecure sometimes. What if you find a better guy than me?” You laughed when he said that, and shook your head in response. “In your eyes, you don’t think you could do better than me. Baby, I cannot do better than you even if I tried. I don’t want to try because you are all I need. I want all of you, every flaw included.” With that he kissed you, and he poured all of his feelings into that one little kiss.


I told you guys this one would be long. The point was to tell you that you are perfect the way you are. You guys are all beautiful. I don’t need to know you, or see you to say that. So stay beautiful, and stay imperfect ;) I hope you guys enjoyed this reaction and I wish you all a lovely day ahead :D <3

Sorry about no gifs. They don’t show because it is very long already, but I hope you guys like it the same!

Love, 

Gia

Pure - Chapter 10

Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.

A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.

WARNINGS: RATED E (I’m not kidding about this one) for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners), mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.


I pause on the steps to hold my hand out and smile as a few flakes melt in my palm, others land freezing on my cheeks. For each flake, I name an act of pure kindness that I have seen someone perform. It’s a game I sometimes play, to remind me that even when the world is at it’s worst around us, there is always hope.


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Well, it’s finally here. The last chapter of this story. It’s been hellacious and fun and I have enjoyed every moment of writing it (and yes, that includes the chapters that had even me in tears while I wrote), and loved sharing it with ya’ll. The response has been incredible and I adore each and every one of you who have encouraged, liked, commented, or even just silently enjoyed it.

If you’ve been waiting for the last chapter before you tackle reading this monster, go forth and read. I cannot wait to hear your thoughts too. :-)

P.S. @peetabreadgirl: PBJ, you know what you did. You’re half the reason this thing even got posted, let alone turned into something that I am so proud to have written and worked with you on. Thanks for taking this ride with me and not kicking to me to the curb after Chapter 1. Smooches for all eternity, lady!

Until the next story! <3 KDNFB

I don’t usually weigh in on fandom drama that doesn’t pertain to the show or books and I am not going to often; however, regardless of who is responsible, the comments on a certain blonde’s instagram are just horrifying.

Women should not tear other women down. Society trains us to do this, but we must resist and direct your anger elsewhere. Not on someone who you have never met and have no real idea of who she is.

Think about for a second how it would feel if someone commented like that on your sister’s, daughter’s or friend’s social media. Or yours. 

Not pointing any fingers, but for the love of god STOP. The comments are just utterly ugly and disgusting.

Insecurities (Josh Dun)

Hell this is my second ever imagine I have written on this blog and I am thankful for the notes I received on my first post, as always feel free to drop some requests in my inbox and I will try to get round to doing them as soon as possible.

I was in a very sappy mood so I decided that I was going to write some emotional stuff about Josh being insecure about his looks as well as comparing himself to Tyler.

I want you to know that everyone reading this out there is beautiful even if people tell you any different (Including yourself) Trust me you pretty and beautiful every single day. If you ever want someone to speak to feel free to send me a message. :)

Triggers: Josh talks about body parts he dislikes such as, hair, eyes, chest, tattoos, and height. If any of the things above trigger you please be careful, however they are only brief mentions and don't go into any detail.

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Josh POV

I have alway been slightly an anxious person throughout my life, whether that means hiding behind my powerful drum kit and letting Tyler be the main attraction during concerts or breaking into a small sweat when I order at a restaurant scared that I will mess up a simple order. However I thought that the one thing that I was able to control really well was the amount of negative comments me and Tyler often receive, I tend to just block them out because I know how many positive comments we get back from our fans, but something is different.

As I sit on the cold sheets at the very edge of the bed that me and my girlfriend (Y/N) share I can’t help but hear all these pessimistic words flood into my ears. I am sitting shirtless with only a pair of basketball shorts laying low on my hips, my elbows creating red marks on my thighs from where I had been leaning on my hands for a period of time. I didn’t know where this ongoing battle in my brain was leading to but instantaneously, I couldn’t handle in any more and the tears cascaded down my cheeks all at once as if every hurtful, mean and spiteful comment I have ever read suddenly turned to a pool of tears I was slowly creating on the crisp clean bed sheets, I have no idea what has come over me but I don’t feel this flood of emotions starting to slow down anytime soon. I suddenly remembered that (Y/N) is downstairs and that I should quieten down, the last thing I want to do is worry her about my stupid problems. I quickly jump up off the bed and rush over to the large mirror that was on the wall above a chest of drawers and stared into it

She doesn't love you 

She doesn't really want to be with you 

Did you actually think that someone like (Y/N) would actually want to date someone like you. 

Everyone likes Tyler more than you

Tyler is the attractive one

All you do is play the drums, Tyler does so much more and you just sit there

I look in the mirror that was in front of me, I stare into my dark brown eyes, brown boring old brown, I look at my bubblegum pink hair, its horrible, not even a natural colour. I continue to pinpoint different things on my body, my tattoos, my chest, my height and the list goes on. 

“Josh are you alright? You have been in their a while now” I hear (Y/N) call from outside the door, with concern laced in her voice. I look once again into the glass mirror and rub the salty tears from my eyes trying my hardest to rid any evidence that I had been crying.

“Yes I’m fine, I will be out in a second” I reply unconvincingly because my voice broke halfway through.

“Josh, I know you’re upset please can I come in?” (Y/N) asks, (Y/N) wasnt stupid she knew when I was upset I don’t even know why I tried to hide it from her because I knew that she would just find out anyway. She was also stubborn so no matter how many times I tell her I am fine she wont stop pestering me to make sure that I really am alright.

I dont respond in the fear that my voice won’t be able to support me, I walk back over and sit on the bed like I was previously. (Y/N) pokes her head from around the door and sees me with my head in my hands trying with all that is left in me to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Oh Josh” (Y/N) exclaims sadly, putting her small her to her mouth and rushes over to comfort me.

I feel her protective arms wrap around my shoulders, I respond automatically by turning to her and burying my head into her soft sweet smelling hair, I continue to cry into her shoulder for another few minutes until I am settled enough to talk.

I explain to (Y/N) about all the emotions I have been experiencing and that I felt like people like Tyler more than me because he sings as well as play other instruments. I continue to speak to ashamed to look up at her softened glance. But when I finally do I notice she is also crying, however she speedily wipes the tears away not wanting to show her emotions on the situation.

“Josh, I can only understand that you being in a famous that at times it is going to get overwhelming for you, having all these amazing fans look up to you, admire you. However I know that you and Tyler are going to get your share of negative comments, but honestly that is because they are jealous, they are jealous that they can’t play the drums, they are jealous that it isn’t them on stage surrounded by thousands of people who love them, they are jealous that they can’t tour with their best friend, fuck that the people who say these low life comments proably don’t have a best friend.” (Y/N) takes a sharp intake of breath and swallows hard.

“(Y/N) I-”

“I’m not finished” She cuts me off and I stay silent looking at her from the side, at this angle I can see how the low moonlight reflects beautifully off of her glistening eyes. She truly is beautiful. 

“Do you know how upset it makes me when you say all these untrue negative things about yourself, Josh you are beautiful, personality wise and appearance wise, I love your chocolate brown eyes, because I love the way that they widen when you hear something funny, I love your pink hair because it suits your personality and I love the way that it sticks to your forehead when you play the drums.”

I cant stop grinning, I didnt realise that she picked up on all these small details about me.

“I love the your tattoos they look amazing, I love that when you are asleep next to me I trace over them softly not to wake you, I love your body all of it I love your toned chest and the way that your back glistens with sweat you have been playing the drums for a while. I love how tall you are you may not be the tallest but you don’t need to be any taller because your height is the perfect height for me to do this”

(Y/N) then gives me a quick and small peck on the lips, I grin widely.

“I love you Josh alot, and so do thousands if not millions of fans out there.” She finishes and tightens her grip around me. I sit in shock I didnt realise I did all of those things myself so I was surprised when (Y/N) picked up on them.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say, I mean how did you notice all these things about me?” I question a smirk appearing on my face. I see (Y/N) duck her head down as a red blush forms on her cheeks.

“I dont know I just, notice” She replies, I chuckle deeply.

“I love you (Y/N) and I’m sorry, I’m sorry for upsetting you”

“Josh it’s alright really, as long as you are feeling better then I am ok to. I love you” She says with a genuine smile on her lips.

We both sit there in silence for a minute just taking in each others company. (Y/N) stands up suddenly and stretched her arm out towards me, encouraging me to take her hand.

“C’mon, lets go watch a film and cuddle on the sofa for a bit” She suggests, I grin

“that sounds perfect.” 

I went to AO3 to confirm a post here about the story with the most kudos on the Finn tag, which is not even a Finn story, it’s a K/lux story. So I thought, kudos alone is not fair, let’s filter by the most comments. The entire first page under the Finn tag when you filter by the most comments is made up of R/ylo, K/lux, Kylo/Reader and even Hux/Reader stories. 

Not one stormpilot story.  Not one Finn/Reader story. Not one Finn/Rey story. Not even a gen story about Finn. You actually have to go to the almost bottom of the second page to find the first Stormpilot story with 700 comments, where they are actually the main ship. And in that page, there is only another one. Again the rest is mostly R/ylo. Some K/lux. Some Kylo or Hux/Reader. 

This is Finn’s tag

Where he is the actual black lead of the Force Awakens is treated as nothing more than a background character to two white-only ships. 

I am literally crying right now. Not figurative tears. I am honest to god crying right now and I feel physically ill at this fandom. You can tell me all you want, make your own content. But it doesn’t matter. Because we can make all the content we want…and you guys are still never gonna care about us. You are never gonna care about black characters. You are never gonna care about Latinx characters. You are never gonna care about Asian characters. Native American characters? Any other ethnicity.

We are not interesting enough unless we are playing background characters to the love stories of white people. The cheerleaders sticking to the benches. Or the faceless or stereotypical villains (since important complex villains are of course, played mainly by white men).   

We don’t matter. Not to fandom.

Not as readers. Not as creators. Not as characters worthy of attention. 

Childhood story #3

Sasuke the explorer

“Say backpack”

“Backpack”

“Say backpack”

“Backpack!” Shisui rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner, he looked over his math book to his youngest brother who was sitting right in front of the TV.

“Turn it down” Shisui ordered, only to be ignored. “Princess” He put his book down and was ignored again. “Princess!”

Sasuke finally turned his head and Shisui wished he could scold his 5 years old brother for being so oblivious, but those innocent, doll-like eyes just screamed innocence. Besides, Shisui had noted before that Sasuke had the talent of completely blocking his surroundings and put 100% of his focus on one thing, which was mostly the TV.

“Turn it down” Shisui repeated.

“I am watching it”

“The volume, princess, the volume, I could not have been clearer!” Shisui leaned his head on his hands.

“Alright” He grabbed the remote control and turned the volume down, looking back at Shisui to see some sort of approval.

“That is good” Shisui said, looking back at the equation.

“Heeyy, little dinosaur!” Fugaku grabbed Sasuke from under his armpits and threw him in the air, immediately getting his youngest son’s attention.

“Rawr!” Sasuke roared loudly.

“Last time I checked, t-rexes were one of the biggest dinosaurs” Shisui sighed. Why wasn’t the library open on Sundays? It would have gotten him through his homework so much faster.

“Hey, listen buddy” He put Sasuke on the couch and squatted in front of him. “I have to go to work”

“I wanna come! I wanna come!” Sasuke got on his knees and bounced on the couch. Fugaku put both his hands on Sasuke’s shoulder and forced him to sit still.

“Sure…you wanna cum” Shisui sniggered.
“You can’t, you have to be at least this tall” Fugaku put his hand up a random height and Sasuke stared at it.

“Can I stand on my toes?” He asked dead serious.

“No” Fugaku said bluntly. He stood up.

“But your brother will be babysitting you”

“I did not sign up for this” Shisui immediately responded.

“Five bucks” Fugaku negotiated.

“Pfff, no way, unless it is five bucks an hour”

“How about five bucks and you are not in a youth hostel?”

“You’re a bad dad, you know that?” Shisui cocked his head. Fugaku lifted his shoulders in a non-caring way.

“You will take care of him, don’t let him watch too much TV, oh…and if anything happens to him, it is on you”

“Why is it on me?”

“Should I blame a 5 years old or a 13 years old?” Fugaku raised a questionable eyebrow.

“Why not blame the dad who left the 13 years old in charge?” Shisui put his pen down.

“Damn boy, the more you grow up to more you start to sound like those attorney lawyers, annoying”

“The more I see this kind of injustice, the more I want to become a lawyer” Shisui leaned back in his chair and looked at his dad who was shaking his head.

“I will be back before dark” Fugaku stated, leaving his two sons alone.

Sasuke crawled off the couch and sat back in front of the TV. Shisui grabbed the remote control and turned it off, causing his younger brother to turn his head to Shisui.

“The TV. broke” He stated.

“Then you just have to do something else”

“Like?” The younger one stood up.

“Pff, go play with the ball in the backyard” Shisui suggested.

“Would you play with me?” Sasuke asked, it made Shisui chuckle again.

“Fuck no” Shisui shook his head before realizing what he just said. He looked back up.

“That is a no-no word” The younger one stated.

“Yes, it is…I was…testing you!” Shisui said.

“…Did I pass?” Sasuke asked, awkwardly looking around him.

“Yes, you did, go play in the backyard” Shisui picked his pen up and read the question over again. He turned the page on his notebook and started on a blank page.

Finally, some silence and alone time. Now the 13-years old could finally finish his darn math homework. Half an hour passed and Shisui looked up from the math problem. It was really quiet…maybe even…too quiet.

“Princess?!” Shisui called out, but didn’t get a response. He called again, but then decided to stand up and take a look himself.

“Sasuke?” Shisui muttered under his breath, seeing an empty backyard and…a back door that was swung open. “Sasuke!” He clenched a fist, “That annoying little brat!”

Shisui grabbed his shoes and the house keys before running out the back door and closing it behind him.

“Sasuke!” He shouted, walking through the allies and looking at the small parks nearby. Though the kid seemed to be gone. The anger turned into worry. What if the kid got grabbed by some weird perv?! Was math homework really worth his life?! For fuck’s sake, the kid was five, he must be scared and hungry…okay probably not hungry, but scared for sure!

“Say backpack, backpack, backpack!”

Shisui’s eyes widened and he turned his head to the left, seeing a familiar ninja turtle backpack and a dinosaur plushie. Sasuke sat on his knees in the grass and grabbed his backpack and grabbing what seemed like a bandaid. He unwrapped it and put it on the dinosaur plushie.

“We did it!” He threw his hands in the air and made a mini victorious trumpet sound.

He was playing…Dora the Explorer…no…more like..Sasuke the explorer…

Shisui wanted to smack the brat at least four times, but dealing with a crying kid wouldn’t really make his day easier. He wanted to walk towards him and just take him back home, but seeing him unroll a A4 paper with some stupid map drawn on it was too adorable to stop.

“So we slipped passed the ugly curly sheep-”

A imaginary brick fell on Shisui’s head…yeah…take a wild guess to who the ugly curly sheep was…

“Then we passed the forest of doom, now we have to go pass the rocky path and to the big red chicken!” Sasuke said to the plushie before putting his backpack back on and grabbing Mr.Roary.

In short, he was going to the petting zoo. Shisui sighed, but decided to follow his little brother from the background. Let him have this little adventure of his, it will make him tired and force him to take a nap. It would only be less trouble for the older Uchiha.

He silently walked behind Sasuke until he heard somebody call his name. He turned his head and saw the neighbour.

“How have you been?” She asked in a friendly way.

“Ah! Hey! Yea, I am doing fine”

“Good kid” She smiled kindly, “So…what are you doing behind a tree?”

“Uhm…I am watching my little brother, the youngest.” Shisui said and scratched the back of his head nervously. He looked from behind the tree and frowned seeing a man kneeling next to him, holding a lollipop.

“You want the candy?”

“I am not supposed to talk to strangers” Sasuke answered, looking at his map.

“I am no stranger, I am uncle Bob”

“What is a stranger?”

“A stranger is somebody you don’t know, but I am uncle Bob” The stranger said, moving the lollypop a little to catch Sasuke’s attention again.

“But do I know uncle Bob? No…so…you are a stranger to me” Sasuke said, folding his maps.

“You are such a smart kid, I have more candy for you…”

“Hold on…no…no..wait a minute!” Shisui ran towards them and swept Sasuke up, holding him close.

“Yeaaahh~ Shisui!” Sasuke laughed, thinking it was some sort of game.

“Get the fuck away from him!” Shisui shouted, “With your stupid candy! You know schools warn kids for people like you! You…you-”

“Poopie head!”

“Yeah! Poopie head!” Shisui said, pointing an accusing finger. “You should be in jail! Your mother should have had an abortion!”

“Shisui, it is me, uncle Bob! I’ve known you since you were 3 years old”

“Yeah right! I am going to call the police! Child molester! Child molester!”Shisui shouted, catching the attention of some adult that suddenly grabbed the man by his arm.

“Is this man bothering you, son?” One man asked.

“Yes! He tried to lure my baby brother!” Shisui said.

“We will handle him, kiddo” Another man said, folding his arm and narrowing his eyes to this Bob guy.

“Thank you” Shisui said, turning around.

“No, the red big chicken in the other way” Sasuke said, struggling against Shisui’s grip.

“No, we are going home, that is final!” Shisui stated, but got kicked in the stomach, forcing him to let go.

“You are mean!” Sasuke shouted as he landed on the ground and ran away.

“Sasuke! Goddamnit!” Shisui hissed, running after him. Sasuke jumped and climbed in a tree.

“Come immediately down!” Shisui demanded.

“No!” Sasuke said, climbing higher in the tree.

“Sasuke, you will fall!” Shisui shouted, Sasuke ignored him, but just as Shisui predicted, he set his foot on a weak branch and fell down.

“What did I tell you?!” Shisui knelt in front of his younger brother, examining him from top to bottom. Sasuke hugged his knees and started sobbing silently.

“You made yourself cry” Shisui stated, “I told you not to climb it, I told you to play in the backyard, what do you do? THE OPPOSITE!”

“I…I…wanted to…play…” Sasuke sulked, “You never want to play”

“Don’t put this on me, brat!”

“Madara doesn’t play with me, Obito doesn’t…you don’t…mommy keeps niisan away from me and…Izuna is playing with somebody else” Shisui sighed.

“That is not it, Sasuke, see, when you grow up…you have other responsibilities and sometimes…It takes over, look at me, I go to middle school, I have homework which does take priority, but…I am still here chasing you all the way…just to make sure you are safe”

Sasuke looked up, wiping his big tears away.

“Can you walk?” Shisui asked.

“Yes” Sasuke said, “But I still want you to carry me”

Shisui smiled, “Yes, princess” he carried Sasuke on his back.

“Can we still go and see the big red chicken?” Sasuke asked.

“Sure…Dora the Explorer” Shisui responded. It was not far anyway.

“Will you be Boots?”

“Uhm…yeah, whatever”

“You have to wear boots to be Boots”

“Well, I am not wearing boots”

“Then how are you Boots?” Sasuke asked.

“One more comment about boots and I will show you some place where I can shove a boot up”

“…You don’t have to go bananas”

“I will drop you” Shisui commented already annoyed.


OOXOXOXO

“Look, look nissan” Sasuke sat on Itachi’s lap and showed the map he had drawn. “We passed the ugly black curly sheep, then passed the forest of doom and then went on the rocky path to the big red chicken!”

“Ooh, and you drew that yourself?”

“Yes, yes!” Sasuke smiled when Itachi patted his head.

“It must have been quite the adventure, are you now Sasuke the explorer?”

“Yeah!” Sasuke smiled.

“More like Sasuke the troublesome” Shisui muttered, his head leaning on the armrest of the couch. It seemed he was the only one exhausted. The doorbell rang and the three looked at each other.

“I got it, I got it!” Izuna ran towards the door, but was picked up by Fugaku with one arm and thrown over his shoulder. They were goofing around before Fugaku opened the door, there was some talking in the hallway before Fugaku walked back in the living room with a man that seemed very familiar to Shisui.

“Kids, you remember uncle Bob, right?”

“…Fuck no…”


-special thanks to @failureoftheyear for editing-