i can look @ this for years

For years I mastered the art of feeling as minimum possible or feeling nothing at all. Whether it was love or longing or resentment. I had none of it. And now I look at you and I feel way too much. It’s feels like years of emotions have erupted and I have no clue what to do. Whether it’s love for every inch of you, or longing your presence every second of the day, or resentment towards the world for not realizing what they had when they had you. I feel too much. And I can’t make it stop.

I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know

So I will not ask you where you came from 

I would not ask, and neither would you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips 

We should just kiss like real people do~

Hozier’s Like Real People Do played through my head the whole time I read this scene 

This is it. this is the scene that wrecked me. I haven’t even finished reading this fic…. 



Originally posted by osyub

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut + Punk!Junghope + Gang!AU

Word Count: ~8K

Description: Ride along, so worry can’t get us, so nobody can recognize you. Speed put at the maximum. A Rolling Stones song, play on. But no matter what song I play, already in your heart, the crying has already killed it, no song can save you. I’ll hold you, even when the whole world turns its back on you.

This is not what you imagined months ago while daydreaming of what you would be doing today. Sitting in class all day or leaning against the counter at work, visualizing hundreds of scenarios where you and your knight in shining armor are having the time of your life on the one day in the whole year set aside just for love. He would be wearing a black suit and tie, his hair brushed and looking at you as if you fished out all the stars in the universe and put them in your eyes. And you would be wearing a dress made of silk that took weeks of extra shifts but it would be all worth it when he’d see you, hair made up and a lovesick smile on your lips.

February 14th is supposed to be a night you’d never forget in your entire life, a night you’d look back on while holding your children and looking at your husband, saying wow, where did the time go? It’s not supposed to end up with you looking at racks and racks of cards for every possible occasion at nine in the evening with a frown as deep. You’re probably the only person in the small 24 hour store beside the clerk himself, who frankly looks like he doesn’t want to be here more than you.

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anonymous asked:

whats your honest opinion on taylor lmao like what do u really think considering she's been exposed in the press so much lately spill hoe


idk what you were expecting when u asked this did u think i’d just be like oh btw guys i hate taylor now lol xox 😩

i’m sorry 2 disappoint but i’m still very much livin in her ass and it’s much more comfy here than it used to be bc so many ppl moved out but i’m here for life my pal

lolojaureguicabello  asked:

Hi,i love your blog,I spent all night reading your stories,Prompt idea remember when Betty suggests "Rebel without cause",and they just share a smile.Can you maybe add a backstory to it?

I’m sorry this is so late! But here ya go!

“Maybe… rebel without a cause?”

Jugheads head snapped up at her answer, shooting her his gorgeous smile, followed by an eye roll, the smile never leaving his face.

She looked back at him and smiled, she knew he was thinking the same thing as she was.

Flashback to six years ago, it was Betty’s birthday and she was turning ten.

Jughead could remember clearly the way she was practically shaking with excitement

“I’m double digits now juggie, just like you, and I can’t believe mom and dad finally said I could have a party with some of the kids in our class, were having triple chocolate cake!”

Betty was growing into herself, slowly, and that meant the baby fat all the other girls had lost by now, still was present on her body.

Jughead didn’t care, he thought she looked just fine to him, all the other girls looked sick, had they never had a hamburger.

Unfortunately for Betty, it gave the vicious elementary school kids a perfect excuse to pick on her.

Jughead was in the same boat due to his second hand clothing and enormous appetite.

“You know that’s my favorite bets, I’m for sure getting the first piece.” He teased

“Not on my birthday you’re not forsythe” she smacked his shoulder when suddenly her eyes caught onto their familiar red headed best friend .

Tugging jughead along she ran to Archie

“Archie! You’ll be at my birthday party tonight right.” Betty asked

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Hey jug!”

Jughead smiled at his best pal

“Hey arch”

They talked for the length of recess before the school bell rang.

The rest of the day dragged for both ten year olds.

Finally it was time for Betty’s party and he found himself in front of her door knocking with his signature three taps.

Alice opened the door and smiled

“Forsythe, come on in Betty should be down any minute.”

Alice was a great mom, and she loved Betty and her sister more than anything.

As he headed to the snack table his eyes caught a flash of pink and suddenly the pretzel he was about to put in his mouth was on the ground.

Betty was standing at the top of the stairs in a soft pink dress. Her hair looked like sunshine falling down her back in golden waves.

She was so pretty.

She finally reached Jughead, twirling around

“What do you think?”

He couldn’t speak

“Nice dress , uh real nice”

“Thanks” she beamed tugging him to the couch “let’s wait over here for a few minutes for everyone else to show up.”

Minutes turned to hours and suddenly it was eight o clock at night.

The party was over.

No one had shown up.

Suddenly the blare of a car horn drew their attention to the window.

There was Archie, getting out of Jason blossoms dads car and waving before walking into his own home.

Before he could register what was going on Betty was in his arms. Crying.

“No one came, no one at all. Not even Archie” she sobbed into his chest.

His ten year old brain didn’t even hesitate, he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed circles into her back “I know. I know”. After what felt like years Betty pulled away, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Thanks Jughead , for being here on my birthday, I can always count on you.”

Jughead didn’t want her tenth birthday to end like this.

“Hey the party doesn’t have to end here, there’s still plenty of snacks and I bet my mom would let me sleep over and we can stay up and watch movies.”

Betty sniffled, bringing her watery eyes up to him
“What movie?”

He scrambled to get up and move to their VHS case, grabbing the first one he saw ,he handed it to her.

“This one!”

She took the movie smiling slightly, her eye brows wrinkling in confusion

“Rebel without a cause?”

He had no clue what the heck that movie was

“Oh sure, that’s a great one! Well what are you waiting for pop it in!”

She laughed for the first time getting up and placing the movie in and moving to cuddle up next to him on the sofa.

For the next two hour they laughed so hard they cried, stuffed themselves with cake and eventually fell asleep wrapped up in the same blanket.

Walking into the living room Alice stopped in her tracks, smiling softly.

She was so grateful for her baby girls best friend, he had saved her a lot of heart ache tonight.

Taking out her camera she snapped a picture.

Oh shoot, she should probably call jugheads mother!

The thing is that Godfrey’s Magnus was the only reason I even bothered with that goddamn movie. The one only reason I watched it. I did like his Magnus…

But when people say that “Harry is trying too hard - Harry’s Magnus isn’t good enough - Godfrey’s Magnus is the best” I can’t help but think that what they are really saying is that Magnus should be reduced to 3 seconds minutes of screen time, and never be heard of or seen, unless the main white characters need his services to move the plot. Because that what Magnus was in that goddamn movie.

And that’s how some parts of the fandom prefer to see characters of color on their screens.

This reminds me of the time, few years ago, when I was in the TWD fandom, and was looking through one of the fandom forums. There was that one racist person who kept hating on Glenn in every post they made in the thread. And then in one of their posts that person said something along the lines that they used to like Glenn in season 1, “until the show ruined him”… With character development, I assume.

What is interesting, a lot of people in the [general] fandom, the ones that used to hate Glenn later in seasons, considered season!one Glenn to be the best version of the character.

It’s easy to love a flawless helpful sidekick, who cracks a joke or two, but never is the center of the plot. Just like the genral TWD fandom loves Jerry now, they claimed to love Glenn back then. Coincidentally, the fandom started to hate Glenn viciously during the s3b arc – when he had the most of the character growth and development…

Don’t get me wrong, I love season one Glenn too, but he was just a character with great potential back then, who only grew more complex and interesting through seasons.

Same with Godfrey’s Magnus – he had a great potential, that sadly was never realized. Harry actually has this opportunity to flesh out this character and he is making it happen.

I was having a mildly bad day today, and right after ordering a drink at McDonald’s I spot this 12? year old kid looking at me. So I turn to them and they hold up their fist and we fist bump and they just wordlessly walk away. They absolutely made my fucking day.

I can only imagine it was because of Pokemon Go (was on my phone, plus on my wrist) or Team Instinct (people are so much more adept at spotting what team I’m on when I’m playing than vice versa) but just made me happy.

Finally done.
  • Every last bit is gone from the apartment. We finished the last bit of cleaning, and getting the lost components we still had there out. Like the saying goes, you never realize how much crap you have until you move. I am glad it is all done, and I can put 100% focus into the house.
  • When I was looking at a friend request I received on FB under suggestions there was a person I’d not been in contact with for years. We had been friends and semi-dated for a bit, then just lost contact. I sent her a request, and to my surprise not only was she incredibly happy I did so, but she was legitimately excited that I had found her. Total twilight zone moment, because no one is ever that happy when it comes to me. That being said, it was quite refreshing, and we will be going out to dinner soon.
  • I am kinda regretting buying that faux leather computer chair because you know cats, and yup Ruby has already started digging her claws on to the top, and yanno, it looks ugly.
  • Plans today include a trim of my hairs, hopefully getting to see Get Out, and then pizza with my nephews later.

Have a great Saturday everyone!

Magical And Perfect

“Wait, really?” Josh leans forward as Oli and Caspar grin excitedly.

“Yes, really.” Jack nods seriously.

“Can we back track for a moment?” Mikey waves his hands in front of him, shaking his head.

“What is there to back track to?” Jack asks, looking between the boys.

“I just don’t think they can wrap their head around it,” Conor laughs.

“You already knew?” Oli questions, pausing from his celebration with Caspar to look over at the older Maynard.

“Of course I already knew.” He scoffs, “I’m his older brother. That and he asked me to help him choose the ring.”

“But…proposing?” Mikey says in disbelief, “Mate.”

“Mikey, I can’t say it any more clearly. Yes, I want to propose to Joe. We’ve been dating for nearly five years. Living together for four. I love him. He loves me. I want to spend my life with him.” Jack says firmly, his gaze almost challenging the boys.

“Hey, we aren’t opposing it.” Josh sits back, smiling over at Jack, “We’re just surprised. Never thought you’d be the first to settle down.”

“Yeah, we all thought it’d be Caspar first.” Oli adds, nudging the blonde.

“Oi! Maddie and I are going to get married! Just…not yet.” Caspar pouts, but it disappears quickly as he grins again. “This isn’t about me anyways! It’s about helping Jack plan the perfect proposal for Joe!”

“So…you guys are okay with this?” Jack asks hesitantly, letting out a yelp of surprise as the boys suddenly jump on him, yelling out words of congratulations.

“I think they’re alright with it!” Conor yells over the noise, still smiling as well.

“We could do it as a prank.” Oli suggests a few days later.

“I thought about that,” Jack tells him as they walk down the street, “But pranking is his thing.”


“It needs to be just right.”

“You’ll figure out the idea.” Oli reassures him with a pat on the shoulder. “The right idea will just hit you.”

“I hope so,” Jack sighed. “I just want it to be perfect for him.”

“What about back in Wiltshire?” Josh asks when he and Jack are picking up some groceries.

“He’d be too distracted if we went back home,” Jack says, tossing a bag of crisps into the cart. “He’s always wanting to go see his mates or revisit a spot when we go back there. Not that I’m complaining, he really comes alive when we go back.”

There’s a fond smile on Jack’s face as he talks, and Josh just shakes his head lightly.

He personally was grateful that Jack was finally proposing, the two were clearly infatuated with each other.

“Oh, have you asked his dad yet?” Josh questions, pausing to look at some items on the shelf.

“Yeah,” Jack blushes, “And his mum. And his sister. They’re all very excited.”

“You asked them all?”

“They’re a very close family!”

“Who knew Jack Maynard was such a romantic?” Josh teases as they continue to shop.

Although they leave without an idea.


“Yes, Mikey. I’m proposing.” Jack rolls his eyes.

“You. Proposing!”

“You just aren’t going to accept this until Joe and I are getting married, are you?”

“Corr, it’s crazy. Who knew you’d be the first one…”

“You’re hopeless. I need an idea, Mikey. Not someone repeating the word proposing over and over.” Jack sighs, but it’s like his mate hasn’t heard a word he’s said.


“Come on, Caspar. You know him best—”

“Fairly sure you’ve taken that place, Jack.” Caspar smiles gently at the other man, who flushes. “And yet I’m still known as Zoella’s brother’s former roommate.”

“Well, still. I need help figuring out what to do.”

“Keep it simple. Joe isn’t going to want anything elaborate.”

“So call off the flash mob?” Caspar looks horrified until he realizes that Jack is only joking.

“Yeah,” He laughs, “Call off the flash mob.”

“How about…how about me cooking him a dinner?”

“That’d work,” Caspar nods, “Plus he’s been helping you learn to cook, right?”

“Yeah. I think I got one meal down pretty good. Would he like that?” Jack asks, looking nervous.

“Jack,” Caspar leans forward, his face serious, “Joe is going to love whatever you do. Don’t stress.”

“Right,” He nods, running his hands along his jean clad thighs. “Don’t stress.”

“What are you stressing over?” Maddie questions, walking into the room. She smiles at the boys as she leans down to kiss Caspar on the cheek quickly.

“Jack is proposing to Joe.”

“Awe, about time!”


“And you’re stressing over how to do it?” She looks at him, leaning against Caspar.

“A little.” Jack admits, a nervous smile on his face. “I just want it to be perfect.”

“Then listen to Casp, don’t stress. If it comes from the heart, it’ll be perfect.”

“Caspar, marry her.” Jack laughs, “She’s the only one to really help.”

“Hey! What about what I said?!” Caspar protests, pouting.

“You helped a little. Thanks you two.” Jack grins.

In the end, it doesn’t turn out perfect or magical. Well, not by Jack’s standards.

He burns the dinner he’s cooking, and the flat fills with a black smoke that they have to clear out.

The entire place reeks of the burnt food, and so Jack and Joe take refuge outside on the patio, thankful for the warm evening.

“Alright, so we need to work on your cooking.” Joe teases, laughing lightly. But it fades out as he takes in Jack’s upset look. “Hey, it’s fine. We can order in.”

“Ordering in isn’t magical or wonderful!”


“This isn’t how this was supposed to go.” Jack sighs, pushing his hair out of his face.

“How what was supposed to go?” Joe asks, his eyes widening as Jack removes the small box from his pocket, thrusting it towards Joe. “Is this…”

“I ruined it all.” Jack muttered.

“No,” Joe shook his head, pushing the box back to Jack. “You haven’t. Do it.”


“Jack, propose to me like you wanted to.”

“Alright,” He fiddles with the box for a moment before he meet’s Joe’s gaze, blushing lightly. “Joe, for some crazy reason you love me and have stuck with me. And while I suck at cooking and make us take refuge on the patio, you don’t care. You make me laugh until it hurts and I have tears falling down my cheeks. You make me want to be a better person. You make me feel loved and happy. Every time I picture my future, it’s with you. And I don’t ever want that to change. Our lives are crazy, and wild, and wonderful. But they came together by some chance, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you so much. And want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Joe Sugg, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” Joe surges forward, their lips crashing together. “Yes. I love you. Yes.”

They pull apart so Jack can slip the simple silver band onto Joe’s finger, both of them grinning.

“You know what?” Joe says softly, gazing up at Jack. “This was magical and perfect. Because I couldn’t have pictured it being done any other way. It was very Jack Maynard like.”

“And maybe I should leave the cooking to you from now on.”


A few last thoughts

Ok so as we know the vampire diaries is ending soon. When the show first aired I was 16 and haven’t stopped watching it. (Please don’t do the math I know I’m old.) Ok so here are a few last thoughts as I’ve watched and rewatched this showier the years:

-When I was younger I was delena fucking trash but when I rewatched it I realize that stelena for fucking ever?¿
-Stefan is the best character on this show and I’m just realizing this now
-Elena even asleep literally causes catastrophic danger for everyone around her
-Nina deserves an award for playing Elena and Katherine. I can tell just by looking at a picture of she’s Elena or Katherine in the shot like when will your fave?
-I loooove klaus I mean who doesn’t but kai and Katherine motherfucking Pierce are the best villains this show has ever seen PERIOD
-ok so as of recently like Damon and Bonnie’s friendship makes me legit cry. Like I know there are two episodes left but CAN WE ALL SHIP BAMON?!?!
-steroline is a lie your life is a lie YOU KNOW SHES SUPPOSED TO BE WITH KLAUS YOU IDIOTS
-I’ve never cared about Tyler
-Alarics death made me cry the most and he walked back like it was fucking nothing
-matts fucking annoying this season but damn he’s always been the hottest piece of ass
-bring back Jeremy
-if Julie pelec kills Stefan in this finale I swear to GOD ABOVE I WILL WRITE HER A VERY ANGRY ESSAY ON WHY I HATE HER
-Jesus christ I’m gonna miss this show so much a part of me has been broken off. Like will i be more upset that this show ends or pll
-vampire diaries I love you with all my heart thanks for the memories

phantomhivepotato  asked:

I've successfully mastered my new artstyle! Hey, How long did it take you to discover a art style that described you? What was it's inspiration?

art styles are something that develop over time, not something you really look for. It happens over years of drawing and gathering inspiration subconsciously. In fact, trying really hard to have a specific ‘art style’ too early can hinder your ability to stretch out and experiment in different ways as you feel like you can only draw in that way (like when people say ‘oh thats just my style’), I know it sure stopped me from doing that.

I just continued drawing over the years and met new artists and projects that inspired me along the way

Safe & Sound - Chapter 6
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Hunger Games AU. Against the advice of everyone in District 12, 18-year-old Marcus Kane applies to undergo Peacekeeper training in the Capitol rather than relegating himself to a life in the coal mines. His motives are selfless and selfish, his dangerous decision bringing him and Abby Walters closer and tearing them apart over the course of thirty years.

SO THIS IS ACTUALLY CHAPTERS 6 AND 7, which includes the prologue to Part Two - Kabby at their canon ages - because I have no self-control and I’m super excited to see what you guys think of the opening. So. There’s that. I really hope you like it, and I can’t wait to post more of Part Two. 

Featuring: the last few days of Marcus’ Peacekeeper training, Miller making a lucky (or not so lucky, depending on how you look at it) guess, and a phone call Marcus Kane never expected, or wanted, to receive. Hint: it might involve Dr. Abigail Griffin of District 12… 

Today I wanted to touch upon a very important subject for many of you!
It is to study in school, College or work. It’s the end of the school year and it is quite a difficult time for students. Examinations, tests, sessions… I’m sure you can handle it and want to help you in this!

  • the first thing I would do is every day do something to achieve the goal! Let it be something minor but important. You will be proud of yourself!

  • second, it’s a few things that will help you in your studies, will help to do things better! Look at the picture !!!

  • don’t forget the breaks!! You need to rest!!
  • the fourth! Believe in yourself! Motivate yourself! You will succeed!

If it was a little bit helpful to you, let me know! Love you, if you like it, I will prepare some more posts on this topic! Infinitely believe each of you! Ask questions if you are interested in something! Respond to EACH!!!!

Okay, several points about this picture that I have seen a million times but am now just thinking about:

  • This is Halloween 2014, so Bitty’s sophomore year.
  • They got ready for the kegster in their rooms in the Haus
  • Did he color his nose and whiskers himself?
  • I’m having so many feelings about this

Just imagine this:

  • Bitty enters Jack’s room. Jack looks at him.
  • “Haha, nice costume.”
  • “You coming to the Kegster?”
  • “I don’t know. Sure.”
  • “You can’t go like that! You need a costume!”
  • “Um.”
  • “I got it. Wait a sec.”
  • Bitty runs back to his room and rummages for a minute, then returns with a headband and the black eyeliner he’d used for his own costume. He sticks the headband on Jack’s head.
  • “Sit down.”
  • Jack sits and Bitty leans in, the tip of the eyeliner pencil coloring the end of Jack’s nose. Jack is looking at Bitty’s face - it’s much different with the red curly wig on, Bitty’s features much more feminine. It makes Jack feel weird things and he doesn’t know what those things are, but it doesn’t sit well.
  • Jack stares into Bitty’s eyes. Bitty is concentrating hard, then begins to trace the pencil over Jack’s cheeks.
  • “You better not be drawing dicks on my face.”
  • Bitty’s expression brightens as he lets out a genuine laugh, and Jack grins.
  • “There. All done.”
  • Jack looks at himself in the mirror; the headband has ears on it and Bitty has drawn whiskers and a cat nose.
  • “There you go. You’re a sexy cat.”
  • “A sexy cat? Why can’t I just be a cat?”
  • “Because it’s Halloween and you’re either a sexy cat or you’re nothing. Come on.”
  • Jack watches Bitty leave the room, his eyes fixating on Bitty’s calves and heels, then silently follows.

brownsugarqxeen  asked:

I wrote a story about a 15 year old boy who murders his entire family and plays victim and he ends up going to live with his aunt and he's virtually a manipulative serial killer and at the end everyone dies. For class it had to be a 3,000 words but I re wrote it to 11,000 words. What are your tips on, 1. Making stories longer bc I wanna make it an actual novel that's like a full length book 2. Psychological/ angst/ something to make the reader feel bad for the character until the end.

Oh this was an emotional rollercoaster! Promise me a signed copy of the novel when it gets into stores? XD

So first off, I am so guilty for writing things for hours then looking at the word count (after realising I’ve been at it for far too many hours) and finding it at around 20k. It’s almost unhealthy for me, because I’m really bad at remembering things and I totally zone out on writing-days, meaning if I made plans with someone, they’re obviously not going to happen…

Now, the advice I’d give for making a reader feel sorry for a character is a little different for the things I’d say to help writing angst and psychological behaviour, so bare with me. When writing to make the reader empathetic, you will want to make the characters sorrow, pain, grief and turmoil, front and centre. It has to be hard to ignore and intertwined with the other characters lives as well. It also helps when everything happens to go wrong for that character- much like Harry Potter. No kidding, everything went wrong for him, didn’t it.

I formed a list of ways to make the reader feel sorry for/sympathise with the character:

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All I’m looking for
Is a little bit more rope
To wrap around my throat

He doesn’t know how long he has been here. Days, months, years. Fuck knows. He has nothing he can give to his captors. He has nothing left. Not even his sanity. They leave him in his own filth and beat him until he begs for death. But he only cries when he hears mikes screams. 

And all I’m gasping for
Is one last breath of hope

They chain him up and can feel his body burn as he begins to down in his own body. They will never be free. He cannot even remember the feel of the sun on his skin. All he remembers the feel of the lead bar against his back.