i can undo this if you are not okay with it

fallingforyou | jungkook (undo pt.3)

Originally posted by kths

pairing: jungkook x reader (ft. jimin & yoongi)

genre: angst, smut

word count: 2.7k

warning: contains mentions of cheating

description: you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, especially since he already had a girlfriend.

a/n: this is the third part to UNDO and SETTLE DOWN

I THINK I’M FALLING, FALLING FOR YOU


Jimin stared at you for a while, you could have spent the time over thinking every possible outcome, but you didn’t. You just stared back at him because you felt nothing. Carrie had noticed it; she said you resembled someone who was dead – lifeless and emotionless. Jin noticed it too; he walked into the apartment and asked if everything was okay, if you needed anything, if someone had died. Yoongi just stared at you too, he followed shortly behind Jin and all he did was stare and eventually ask if you were okay quietly when Carrie and Jin left the room, you simply stood up and walked to Jimin.

“Can you repeat that?” Jimin asks standing up.

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Okay does anyone remember the password journal from the late 90s?

For those who don’t the basic idea is it was a journal that would only open when you said a word and it was sensitive to your voice Ie only you could open it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3zQ2ZGxcuE

So what does this have to do with anything. Well I have this headcanon that Zexion uses his illusions to make this

Unreadable by anyone except himself. If you try to read it without his permission the pages look like this

(House of Leaves) and any words you can make out are either utter gibberish or nonsensical in their arrangement. 

My point being: I headcanon that the Lexicon is a pumped up password journal. 

Bonus: Imagine Zexion having to speak a word to undo the protective illusions on the book and it’s something really pretentious. 

Double Bonus: He sometimes writes in it and some of the comments are Mean Girls Burn Book worthy. 

Alexander
Congratulations
You have invented a new kind of stupid
A ‘damage you can never undo’ kind of stupid
An 'open all the cages in the zoo’ kind of stupid
'Truly, you didn’t think this through?’ kind of stupid

2

“How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.” -Thank you Donna-Marie Riley for the quote and inspiration, and thank you to my amazing boyfriend for helping these images come to life ❤️

WEED TEA
  • Things you'll need:
  • -Two tea bags
  • -Scissors
  • -.5 or more of weed
  • -Stapler
  • - 1 tsp Butter ( or coconut oil)
  • -Sugar and milk
  • Okay so I didn't think this would work either but I got my wisdom teeth out and I can't smoke because of shitty dry sockets! But it works so here : )
  • Step 1: Start to boil your water
  • Step 2: Take one tea bag and undo it at the top (you can cut it but it'll be harder to put back together)
  • Step 3: Fill the tea bag with .5 or more of weed (more the better)
  • Step 4: Put the tea bag back together and staple the string to it (maybe two staples)
  • Step 5: Put half your butter and just enough milk to cover it in a cup and heat it up until the butter is melted
  • Step 6: Fill half your cup with water
  • Step 7: Submerge your tea weed bag but make sure you've redunked it a good amount of times and stir periodically ( 10 minutes of it sitting)
  • Step 8: After 10 minutes fill the other half of the cup up and put the rest of your butter in
  • Step 9: For flavor purposes I added a Herbal tea bag but you can use whatever flavor
  • Step 10: after about 15 minutes take both tea bags out and enjoy!
  • I wasn't high off my ass just a nice high and I hadn't smoked for 3 days but I'm a heavy smoker 😊 If you make any changes lemme know

Aladdin better come back so that he and Emma can be best friends while Jasmine joins Killian and Belle’s book club

and David rants about Aladdin being a bad influence on Emma

while Killian is more concerned about Aladdin being a bad influence on Henry

(telling David this does not have the intended effect of reassuring him, for some reason)

and then Aladdin meets Liam 2.0 one day when Liam is visiting the Swan-Jones house and that is just bad news because those two together are a terrible influence on Henry

but it’s okay because Killian and Emma keep their (sort of) little brothers in check by undoing every prank they try to pull and stealing back everything they try to steal because you can’t play a player and they make quite a team

and when Elsa visits, Emma takes her and Aladdin out for lunch and they talk about magic and saving people and the power of true love, and Emma and Al tell Elsa what life is like as a thief, and yes.

Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me 
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.
I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
“Please don’t go away again.”
Sometimes you are gone for days at a time
and it is all I can do not to call the police,
file a missing person’s report, even though 
you are right there, still sleeping next to me
in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house 
in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders.
Except in this case I am the intruder and you
are already locked up so tight that no one
could possibly jimmy their way in.
Last night I thought I gave you a reason 
not to be so sad when I held your body like 
a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason,
all sensibility, all love. I know better now.
I know what to say to the things you admit to me
in the dark, all bones and restless hands.
“It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.”
“Please come back to me again
—  How to love your depressed lover- Lenore

inquisitorfarnese  asked:

Thoughts on Candela x Amelie? >u>

Three words: lesbian power couple.

Can you imagine?! Candela has the upfront connections while Amelie works in the background. Together, they crush the competition and put an air-tight bubble around the people they want to protect. Don’t piss either of them off because I can guarantee that if one can’t undo you, the other can and will ruin anything you had going right in your life 

On the one hand I imagine them being somewhat discrete - they couldn’t really go public if they’re working on opposite sides, after all, and it might spell disaster for their business plans if their sponsors/partners found out they were seeing each other. And yet, on the other hand, I could totally see Candela flaunting Amelie as her beautiful girlfriend and Amelie having an entire folder devoted to snapshots of Candela sleeping (for both blackmail and the fact she’s secretly a sap) or working out or in general being devastatingly gorgeous. 

Spa days are common and dates are romantic and plentiful and they buy each other little gifts. Candela likes to lavish attention on her things, yeah? So hers are often jewelry and clothing and and other pretty things while Amelie’s tend to be far more practical but no less sentimental. High heels are unanimously deemed the most appropriate gift for any occasion. 

Moltres likes Amelie because she’s sassy and she makes Candela happy. It also is fond of her because she has red hair - they’re notoriously feisty, right? Could see a nickname being ‘little flame’ or ‘little Rocket’.

I also enjoy the idea of Candela purposefully making out with Amelie when she knows Noire will walk in on them. (I’m not saying they fool around on their desk but I’m also not saying Noire hasn’t found it messier than they remember it being a few times.)

Why I'm a horrible child

In my math class there’s these two guys who tease and bother my friend and I. They also call me ‘she’. So one day I said, “can you just call me he?”
guy: “I’ll probably always call you she…until you grow a dick or something”.
Me: okay *diggs through book bag*
Guy: “oh no…”
Me: *pulls out beanie*
Guy:…..
Me: *undos belt*
Guy: *~*
Me: *stuffs beanie down my pants* happy?
Guy: 0_o

Keep Your Hands To Yourself

Based on Anon Prompt: “ Okay, how about the trainee/intern is flirting with the reader. Reader is dating Owen, but she’s oblivious to the guy’s flirting. Owen sees this happening and then pulls the intern aside and gets all protective/jealous. He maybe threatens the guy with the raptors who are also protective of the reader.”

A/n: Sorry it took so long to get this out! My phone died in the courthouse. I can’t say enough how much I love jealous/protective Owen.<3 


You show up to work late in one of Owen’s work shirts tied up in the back. You see him smirk at you from the catwalk as you head for the treat buckets, planning on washing them out before filling them up for the day. You spend a few minutes trying to think how to get back at him for hiding your shirts, swearing that if the sex wasn’t so great, you’d never put up with such a child.

As you undo the hose, you glare at Owen, watching him call out commands to the girls. A few of the guys come over to chat, and you try to keep up with the small talk while going about your work. After a few minutes of politely trying to drop the hint to the guys that you weren’t in the mood to talk, Owen comes over.

“Don’t you guys have a job to do?” He asks, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at them. They turn to go about their duties but the intern Craig stays by your side, helping you wash out the treat buckets. Owen, seeming pleased,goes to talk to Barry, but not before giving you a wink.

After washing the buckets, you tell Craig to rinse them down with the hose but, when walking back towards him, you slip on the wet concrete and land flat on your butt. Craig runs over to you and reaches out a hand to help you up. He puts a hand on your waist to steady you, but his hand hangs a little too low for comfort and you pull away from his grasp, thanking him for his help.

After filling the buckets with treats, he starts making conversations again and puts his hand on your waist again.

Owen sees you flinch away from his touch, clearly uncomfortable, and comes over.

“Hey Greg, let’s have a chat,” he says and nods over towards the safety cage.

“Um, it’s Craig,” he responds, but follows him anyway. You try to stay quiet to listen to what he has to say.

“Listen Greg. See these raptors here?” He asks motioning to the girls who have now come to the cage bars. “They’re extremely protective of y/n, just like I am, and I don’t think they like that you’ve been getting a little too friendly with her.”

You stifle a laugh, noticing that he hasn’t responded to Owen, and is probably very uncomfortable with the conversation.

“I’m only going to say this once.” He uses his intimidating alpha voice, the one that still makes you shiver. “If I see you touch y/n in any way that is not one hundred percent professional and respectable,” he leans close to him and lowers his voice, “I will not hesitate to throw you in that cage and show you just how protective my girls can be.”

You can’t help yourself as you peek around the corner and see the poor boy practically shaking in his work boots. He simply nods his head once and responds with, “Yes Sir.”
He swallows hard and Owen says, “You can go.”

Craig turns around and as soon as he turns the corner he sees you, his eyes growing wide. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out, still looking terrified, as he rushes away from you.

You walk up to Owen and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks, I feel very protected now,” you say, winking at him. “Although, you might want to get him a transfer.” You continue, “It’s going to be hard to work with someone who’s terrified to talk to you.”

He laughs at this and hugs you tight and you hear Blue growl.

“Be careful now Mr. Grady, those raptors are very protective of me.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons about the aphrodite cabibs appearences hair/eye colour as well as length and style for hair?

I don’t really have any headcanons for eyes color - that’s totally up you readers! - but I wrote up a few about their hair :) 

Piper – is currently in a messy bun. Does little braids in her hair when she’s bored/nervous, usually making it tangled and half curled from never undoing said braids.

Drew – dark hair, always well done. Usually gets sucked into doing her siblings hair (she was an only child, okay? That means a lot of alone time and you can learn anything from youtube. She’s still working on the zipper braid but Sabrina is only too happy to let Drew practice on her)

Mitchell – “Obnoxiously pink” – his siblings, 2017. Dyed it just in time for Valentine’s day, doesn’t think it looks too bad. Might just brighten it up in time for Spring Break. Was thinking dark blue for this summer, is currently trying to talk Connor into dying his own.

Scarlett – dark curls, is somehow not frizzy (witchcraft???) she straightened her hair once and it took three people and two hours.

Asher – once bought dollar store hair gel that made Stefan cry (which he now uses for the sole purpose of the wince that goes through the cabin when he pulls it out) despite not following fashion ever, he is surprisingly good when it comes to hair. Likes to gel it up like ya local danny zuco.

Sebastian – Dark hair, rocking an undercut bc he thinks it makes him look cool (it does but his siblings would never tell him that) wants to dye his hair silver but doesn’t want to look hipster (that’s Mitchell’s job)

Micah – a mess. Keeps it longer bc Lou likes to run her fingers through it. Usually just puts a hat on and doesn’t notice when his siblings wince over his eventual hat hair.

Stefan – Cares for his hair as one might care for a small child. Probably cares for it more than he does for certain family members. Honey colored hair, owns more product for his hair then the Ares cabin combined.

Valentina – Longest hair in the cabin, dark and wavy. Usually does one of those perfect ballerina buns every morning and no one has any idea how she does it so quick (and so perfectly???)

Sophia – Right now? It’s a bob to her chin, purple ends. Next week? Who knows. She doesn’t.

Lacey – softest hair, refuses to stay in any hair style. Her hair is the only straight thing about her.

Sabrina – my lil blonde bb. Hates cutting her hair, blonde waves that go down her back. 98/100 times can beg Drew into braiding it (Drew does the best braids)

The thing about being high all the time, with your main priority also fixated on getting your fix, you think life is okay. Drugs create this lens that distorts life and blocks worries, which means your life can fall apart right in front of your eyes but you can’t feel it, you can’t see it. You’re high and for that moment you are sucking in all the artificial happiness. The problem is when you inevitably come down, you see your life clearly for a minute and everything slams you at once, what you’ve lost, what you could’ve had. It is the tallest mountain to climb to undo what you have done, a lot of people try and try to climb the mountain of addiction, but many fall back into an ever deeper bottom. I hope the peak is even sweeter than being high.

Can we just talk about how important Tidus’s confrontation with Jecht is?

I was very worried about it, because the game spends a lot of time focusing on Jecht’s journey and character growth. I was afraid they’d just make up there & then and it’d be all okay. A lesser game might have done that.

Jecht was abusive towards Tidus growing up. Not physically, but emotionally; he mocks and ridicules Tidus, gets drunk and argues with him. Over the course of his journey in Spira, it’s pretty obvious that he finally grows up and he shows clear remorse for what he did, but that doesn’t undo the damage he caused.

Some of Tidus’s last words to his father are “I hate you”. He’s been waiting to say them for at least 10 years. And no one tries to stop him or tell him he was wrong for feeling that way. Even Jecht knows it’s justified. And that’s their reconciliation. Not them coming together because they’ve grown up & understand each other yadda yadda. But instead an acknowledgment of the pain Tidus has dealt with, and the fact that Jecht is still guilty of that pain, whatever his other achievements or heroism has earned him.

And at the end? Tidus still cries. That’s just, so important. He doesn’t “outgrow” it or whatever Jecht wanted. Tidus’s emotions, and his expression of them, are not weaknesses or flaws. It’s a part of who he is; how strongly he feels things, how strongly he empathizes, is very important to why he’s such a heroic character.

anonymous asked:

I'm so extremely sorry if this is inappropriate but can you do an imagine in Dylan's pov where you are his best friend and he has a wet dream about you again really sorry if it's too uncomfortable for you

I hope this is okay! I sort of ended up doing his perspective more than y/n’s 💞

“What do you wanna do?” Dylan asks, looking over at you. You shrug, “Whatever. NBK again?” He nods, “Yeah.” He puts the movie in and the two of you start watching. He feels your hand slowly slid onto his thigh and glances down at it, licking his lips. “Hey,” Dylan hears you say. He turns his head and suddenly your lips are colliding. He lets out a stunned moan, wrapping his arms around you as you straddle him. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” you whisper, undoing his belt. Dylan’s panting, grinning up at you, “Me too.” He gets you undressed, gasping as you lower yourself down and start riding him. “Oh my god,” he moans, letting his head fall back. “Harder,” he hears you gasp, thrusting up into you faster. “I’m gonna come,” you whimper, your moaning suddenly turning into a loud, high-pitched beeping.

Dylan jerks awake, nearly falling out of bed as he blindly throws his arm out to hit the snooze button. He lies there, his eyes full blown with lust as he pants heavily. “Fuck,” he mutters, looking down and realizing how hard he is. He pushes down his boxers and closes his eyes, quickly taking care of himself to the memory of that dream. After he finishes, he lies there, just staring at the ceiling. I can’t believe it. That was… incredible. She’s always been cute, but damn. Dylan has had a small crush on you for a long time. It was inevitable, since you spend so much time together. But after that dream, it’s stronger than ever. He gets up and quickly takes a shower, grinning because he can’t wait to see you at school.

You walk inside and go to your locker, getting a couple books out. Dylan walks up to you and you glance up at him, “Hey.” You look back in your locker again and he quickly checks you out, biting his lip, “Hey.” You shift uncomfortably, “Can you shield me for a second?” you ask, moving him in front of you so you’re between him and the lockers.  You make him hold up his trench coat on either side of you. “What-” he starts to ask, widening his eyes as you hike your shirt up to where he can see your bra. You quickly unclasp it and untwist the material, re-clasping it without revealing extra skin. “Jesus,” Dylan says, blushing as he looks away. “Oh, come on, I’m surprised you haven’t seen me naked already. I thought you had,” you mutter, turning back around to look in your locker. He swallows, “Uh… I-I probably would have remembered that.” You laugh softly, shutting your locker, “Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’d be scarred for life. Hey, we’re going out to lunch today. I’ll meet you outside.” You start walking away and he nods, “Okay, uh… yeah.” Dylan scratches his head, letting out a long sigh as he goes to his first class.

2

*A/N: This is gonna be long*
Rick: Alright be careful. Walkers can be anywhere
Daryl: Yeah we kn… *everyone gets thrown up in nets*
Daryl: What the hell?!
Rick: Everyone okay?
Carl: Dad what’s going on?
Glenn: Guys I hear something coming…
Maggie: Walkers?
Y/N: Calm down its not a walker. I’m human. I’ll get you down hold up *goes and undoes nets slowly*
Rick: Thanks *holds out hand* Rick
Y/N: *shakes hand* Y/N *looks up* Looks like it’s gonna rain. Yall can stay with me if you like
Carl: Dad *wipers to Rick* Ask her the questions
Rick: Can you answer some questions for us
Y/N: Sure *starts putting the nets back up*
Glenn: How many walkers have you killed?
Y/N: Oh I don’t know about 40 to 50
Daryl: How many people have you killed?
Y/N: *looks down* One
Carl: Why?
Y/N: They killed my group, they were gonna kill me but I got the upper hand
Rick: *looks around* If you don’t mind it would be great to sleep at your camp
Y/N: *smiles* Great follow me
~~~~~~~At a house~~~~~~~
*The house looks like a normal house but it has bear traps lining the house and nets along the sides, lots of traps and weapons around the house, everyone in the group is shocked at how safe it is*
Carl: Holy cow. Did you do all this?
Y/N: Yep! Well my group helped before…
Daryl: Well kid, I’ll admit it’s pretty damn cool
Y/N: Thanks, anyway I got some food. I’m really rationing it so sorry but there’s not that much
Maggie: Thank you, you didn’t need to do all this
Y/N: It’s fine, alright right this way *let’s them into house*
~~~~~~~later that night~~~~~~~
*Carl and Y/N had separated from the group to talk. The group ate and talked*
Glenn: *laughs*
Maggie: *smiles*
Rick: What?
Glenn: It looks like your kid has a crush *nods to where you and Carl are*
Daryl: *shakes head*
Rick: *smiles* Kids got a crush alright

HOW TAURUS SEES THE SIGNS
  • Aries: imma just leave now...
  • Taurus: *gets into a fight* *is stubborn*
  • Gemini: okay but why are you yelling
  • Cancer: aww cute baby lobster
  • Leo: you not that amazing... sorry to burst your bubble
  • Virgo: ye
  • Libra: *files 2,000 page straining order*
  • Scorpio: ;)
  • Sagittarius: lol wat
  • Capricorn: *undoes pants*
  • Aquarius: next
  • Pisces: you always cryin but fish can't cry so i'll give you a pass for defying the universe
More Clexa works...

Okay so I wasn’t sure if I was going to upload this because I didn’t know how the finale was going to make the fandom feel but I’m going to upload it anyway. I wrote this about a week ago because my Clexa feels are still strong. 

A Lover’s Chance

If you could see her face again,

Free from burden, free from pain

Is it a sacrifice you could take?

Could you survive the long-lasting ache?


Your eyes would meet; your face would smile,

Blue meets green, it’s been a while

Could you hold her for just a moment?

Would you lose yourself to a lover’s lament?


You’d try to memorise every line of her face,

Unwilling to forget, desperate to know every trace

Could you convince yourself not to remain?

Can you undo the past and the dark black bloodstain?


Your parting words would come to mind,

For she has taken time to find

What will you stroke first, her face? Her hair?

Have you the strength to leave her there?


Her forest green eyes will beg you to stay,

Despite her actions in saving the day

Will you be able to hold in the tears?

As her world fades away and she disappears?


In your world she is gone, in this world she lives,

Never a lover gets this chance that Fate gives

But is a moment enough, is her kiss bittersweet?

When you are forced apart again, will you feel incomplete?


A lover’s chance is a cruel thing indeed,

You’ll see her again but your heart will still bleed

Would it be worth it, to feel her embrace?

Is it still real, even in this strange place?


But it will be worth it, and this you knew,

It’ll be worth it when you say I love you

Could you believe it? Could your joy be contained?

When she says to you I knew we’d meet again


Yes, a lover’s chance is cruel, a hopeless bird,

But you must take it if only to hear the word,

You so long to hear as you step from the dark

And you hear her calling out to you…


                          Clarke


@ravenlexas @anonfanfic

Tagging my two favourite Clexa related blogs because I’m a fangirl and would probably faint if they read this. 

  • like anyone: andrew calm down
  • andrew: what. WHAT? what the fuck. you cannot tell me what to do. how DARE you even try. how can you have the audacity to be like this. i am so INSULTED. this is INSULTING. you know what? i am going to do the exact opposite. just because of what you said. you are at fault for your own undoing. the blame is all on you.
  • neil: andrew calm down
  • andrew: WELL........ okay....

@officialwarlockmagnusbane [x]

fingers are already undoing the buttons of his shirt, knowing there was no way
they were going out. at least he’d gotten THAT part of magnus’s story. a long
drawn-out sigh could be heard on the other line as mitchell almost started to
complain about having ANOTHER date be cancelled. maybe all this was
some elaborate scheme for magnus to just not continue going out with mitchell.
based on what he’d just explained, mitchell was basically uninteresting, so why
keep seeing him
?

shoving such insecure thoughts out of his mind, he snagged the remote &&
flipped on his tv, shirt && pants now discarded on the floor. it seemed to be
another night of leftovers or take-out now that their date was off. 
i would say
i understand, but that would be lying since i still have no idea what you mean
by any of that. just go save the world or something. we can reschedule our
night for a day you are hopefully free, okay
? then you can explain this 
warlock’ shit to me.