i cried when wes told her this

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

  • “It never works for us, and it never will.”
  • “I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
  • “I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
  • “My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
  • “I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
  • “I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
  • “Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
  • “I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
  • “The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
  • “I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
  • “Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
  • “This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
  • “Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
  • “Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
  • “Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
  • “It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”
  • “You’re just not enough anymore.”
  • “It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
  • “Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”
  • “To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
  • “Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
  • “You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
  • “Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
  • “I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
  • “This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
  • “I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
  • “Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
  • “To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
  • “I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
  • “All of this was to protect myself.”
  • “I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
  • “I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
  • “Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
  • “Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
  • “The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
  • “We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
  • “What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
  • “I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
  • “Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
  • “I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
  • “I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
  • “I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
  • “The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
  • “Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”
  • “It would have been better if we never met.”
  • “You’re my regret.”
  • “I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
  • “Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
  • “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
  • “Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

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The Reader and the Writer (Part 4)

Originally posted by jugheadly

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: Please tell me there’s going to be a part 4 to The Reader and the Writer. Its amazing!!



Can you do a part four to reader and the writer?

PART 4 to reader and the writer omh it’s amazing

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A part in which we get to read what the writer has written, and we learn what happens to both the reader and the writer.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,206

A/N: ok so this is gonna be a bit choppy at first because we’re just taking glimpses of Jughead’s writing, but bear with me here. I hope you guys like this part, enjoy!

Jason’s death had been announced a week ago.  Our small town was buzzing with the news, and right when things couldn’t get any more puzzling, a new girl arrived in Riverdale.  A new mystery to be solved.

She entered Pop’s for only a minute, and I heard an unfamiliar last name.  Is she involved in Jason’s murder?  Probably not, but strangers are always a good plot twist.

Three days later, I found this mystery in my booth reading Wuthering Heights.  Normally, I would kick her out, but because of my undying curiosity, I let her stay.  Maybe with her sitting across from me, I could learn where she fits in the story of Riverdale.  I had an enigma sitting right across from me and I didn’t even know it yet.

(Y/N).  Her name is (Y/N).

It’s difficult to notice because of her constant reading, but her eyes are like stained glass, tinting the morning light in a church.

She has a new book almost every day.  Today it was Emma

We haven’t spoken in three days.  She’s here, I’m here, but we haven’t spoken.  Although I crave to hear her voice, somehow I’m satisfied by this comforting silence.

Today it was To Kill a Mockingbird.  She asked if I read it, to which I replied yes.  I thought she’d begin a discussion, talk about the ghosts that occupied the small southern town, or the unjust prejudice people carry.  Instead, she smiled, nodded, and turned back to her book.

“Good,” she muttered under her breath.  I smiled.

What makes a person do foolish things?  Is it because of the flawed spontaneity of humans?  Or is it because maybe they were trying to impress someone?  I read A Tale of Two Cities last night.  As I read through the dull writing, I asked myself why I was reading literature that did not interest me.  I could not answer my own questions; all I know is that the next night in Pop’s, I subtly quoted the book during a conversation with (Y/N).  She was smiling for the rest of the night, and so was I.

I tried to tell her about my book.  She started talking about The English Patient.

When two worlds collide, do you praise the workers of fate for taking two dearly loved universes and combining them into one, or do you curse the forces of nature for creating such an impact?  Betty and Veronica met (Y/N), and a week later, so did Archie.

She was reading Macbeth that night. Our silence was comforting, but I wanted to talk to her more. I offered for her to help me with my book.  I wanted her to be a part of something that was important to me.  She refused and stormed out of the diner.  I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I saw (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in that light ever again.

After extensive research, I came to a shocking conclusion: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is not a girl living in Riverdale in the 21st century. She is a writer from the 1700s, with four published works.  She is not the girl who has been sitting across from me in my booth for months.

One day after the truth: she isn’t here.  I called her, but she didn’t pick up.

Two days after our argument: I am in this booth alone.  I called her again.

Three days after she was reading Macbeth: she probably finished the book by now, but I wouldn’t know.  She isn’t here, and she still isn’t answering her phone.

It’s been a week.  She hasn’t returned, and my calls always go to voicemail.

Two weeks: Archie asked what’s wrong with me.  I said nothing, but my eyes didn’t leave the entrance of the diner. She didn’t come.

Three weeks later and Veronica and Betty checked on me.  They blabbered about what could be wrong, why I was brooding more than usual.  I didn’t reply, but my head perked up when they mentioned (Y/N).  They noticed.

She’s here.

She was born in Riverdale.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read. I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.

As soon as she walked out of Pop’s that night, I told myself she would never return.  I told myself that she would probably leave Riverdale for good, and it’d be all because of me.  But lo and behold, 24 hours later, a familiar face entered my booth.

What is her name?

We haven’t spoken in two weeks; she’s still here, but we don’t talk.  Her real name remains a mystery to me.

A name. Everything is given a name, but a name does not define anything.  We call the number two so that we can define a value, but we could call two a horse and it would still have the same value.  I refer to (Y/N) as (Y/N), because that is the girl who sat across my booth.  That is the girl who I spent months developing a relationship with, and that is the girl I grew to love.

She told me her real name.  She said it with tears blurring her vision and a trembling lip, and when she choked it out I moved next to her and held her as she cried.  I enveloped her in a hug and I held her as all the sadness that she carried with her spilled out, and once it was all out of her system I wiped away her tears.  I kept holding her.  With a shaky voice she asked me why I was still there, why hadn’t I left?  I replied that I could never leave her. After all, I called her every night she was gone.

Then I told her I love her.

And she smiled, because I think deep down she knew.  She kissed me so softly, it felt like my lips were brushing up against flower petals.  I knew that was her way of telling me she loves me too.  We broke apart and I stared into her stained-glass eyes, and I remembered how it felt looking into them for the first time.  But this time was different.  Because now I knew the story behind those eyes, now I knew what those eyes have seen, and now I knew what emotions those eyes hid.

Now I know.

I whispered in her ear, my lips barely brushing against her skin, and told her I would call her by the name I knew her by.  I would call her (Y/N) (Y/L/N) because that is the girl I fell in love with, and that is the girl I want to continue to love.  She was no longer the enigma sitting across from me, nor was she the strange new girl in Riverdale.

Her name is (Y/N), and she is the girl I love.

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As @lastbluetardis​ and I have watched the replies to our survey on fanfic feedback, one number has jumped out at us. 

Thirty-eight percent of you don’t reply because you don’t know what to say. 

So, I’m here to help. There are three parts to a basic fanfic comment. Pick a line from each section, and you’ll have a comment that I guarantee will make any author smile. 

1) Compliment “This was…” (Choose one.)

  1. So good!
  2. Great!
  3. Excellent!
  4. Brilliant!
  5. So sad!

You can stop here if you want. Honestly. Several of you indicated that this doesn’t feel like enough, or that saying the same thing on multiple chapters of a story feels silly. I have regular readers who leave variations of, “I loved it!” on every single thing I write, including updates of my multi-chapter works, and can I tell you how much I love them? Because I know they are reading with me every time, and I know they loved it every time. 

If you want to go beyond the compliment, you can add:

2) Emotional reaction “It made me…”

  1. Laugh
  2. Cry
  3. Flail
  4. Swoon

That’s a good spot to mention a moment in the story, if you want. “It made me swoon when they kissed for the first time.” “I cried when the Doctor told Rose about Gallifrey.” etc.

3) Closing sentiment

  1. Thank you for sharing.
  2. This made me smile.
  3. I can’t wait to read more.

If you choose an option from each section, you might get something like, “This was excellent! I flailed when he finally admitted he was the one sending her secret admirer notes. Thanks for sharing!” That’s a comment that will put a smile on any author’s face.

And because I know some of you are sceptical, here are a few posts with lots of notes that say the same thing: post post post post post post 

We happen to be at the beginning of Fandom Fic Rec Days right now, which gives you an excellent chance to practice your new skills. Go find a fic you loved and post the link, along with a comment based on this template that tells people why they should read it. “This story is brilliant. The author made me cry when they wrote about the Doctor seeing Rose again during End of Time. You should go read it!”


Luke and his kiddo 

‘Remember? When we were kids, Clary and I, you brought us here. We roasted marshmallows. Clary got one stuck in her hair. And Jocelyn had to cut it out. Yeah? Clary cried, like, the whole way home because she thought she looked like a boy. But you told her that she was still beautiful, and that you would always love her.’

In one universe I never found you and you never found me and we never went to the carnival. You never held my hand and we never kissed on the ghost train. I never got too familiar with the the feeling of your arm around me. In this universe, we never even met.

In another universe I was never scared. I never held back from meeting you out of fear. We never broke up because of it.

In another universe, we took our second chance when we were suppose to. I never told you to wait to meet me because of my badly dyed hair and you never got tired of waiting. We are still together now.

In another universe, you never fell in love with her. I never cried.

In another universe, you never came back. You never reminded me what it was like to be in love with you. You didn’t turn up when i was least expecting it and I never fell for you again. We never went to that castle “just as friends” and I didn’t search for excuses to hold your hand. I never cried myself to sleep because I can’t be friends with you.

In another universe, we worked. In this universe, we’ve been together for a year and 9 months and it doesn’t hurt to breathe. You meet me from school and we spend our weekends on adventures. We kiss at the top of the castle. We kiss at the beach. We kiss everywhere. This is the universe I will live in. The universe where you love me.

when I was 17 the first girl I’d ever loved told me if her parents found out about how I looked at her she’d be homeless. 
we cried for 2 days straight, 
and I told about concrete counter tops.
I told her about dark hardwood floors
with at least three knit blankets on every couch.
Our bedroom facing west 
because even though I love the sunrise, 
you look the best in our bed 
covered in nothing 
but the deep purple of sunset.
The library that would smell like our books 
had been there longer than our home had been standing on solid foundation, stone, reliable.
Sweet girl, I know they say not to make homes out of people 
but I don’t want anyone else’s dirty dishes on my counter.
I don’t want to take the trash out for anyone else at 11pm.
You’re the only person I’d race to kill a spider for in the shower.
How could you ever be without a home 
when every time I look at you I’m building ours.
—  anonymous
Wait For Me To Come Home - Sebastian x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

A/N - Got myself into the little sebby family mood again. Featuring Isabella as always aha.

Sebastian x Reader - You are completely secure in your relationship with Sebastian, until you start reading some articles that make you doubt yourself. Sebastian gets rid of your insecurities by helping you relive some of your memories together.

Warnings: Fluff and angst  - It’s a long one.

Keep reading

Requested by the wonderful @happypencil  Continuation of this


If I die young bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses 

“Friends, family, and loved ones. Today we are gathered here today in the remembrance and celebration of the short life of Lance McClain." 

 Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song 

The priest cleared his throat. There was an eerie, haunting silence in the church. The only thing that could be heard was the rain drops outside, hitting the tin roof, creating a slight hum throughout the room. 

 Uh oh uh oh Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother She’ll know I’m safe with you when She stands under my colours, oh and

 No one in the room can bring themselves to look at Lance’s mother in the eyes. All they can manage is a sad look and a quick nod before turning away quickly, head down. Not that she blames them. Her eyes may be preeminently red and burning, tears still streaming down her face. She feels her husband take her hand, but it offers little comfort. She has become numb. And at the moment, she is grateful. The pain would consume her, and she has to be strong. For her family. For her Lance. 

 Life ain’t always what you think it oughta be, no Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

 But she can’t stop the tears from coming faster. She’s hurt and angry. At everything. The universe, herself. She tightens her grip on her husband’s hand, ring beginning to sink into her flesh. Her baby. Her baby. Is gone. Forever. And she didn’t even get to say goodbye. 

 The sharp knife of a short life, Well, I’ve had just enough time

 "This is not an easy day. Our hearts go out to his family and friends, who will dearly miss him. We mourn his short life, but we must celebrate and remember the time we did have with him.” The priest shuffles some papers at the podium, eyes turning toward someone in the crowd. “And there is one here who can help celebrate this cherished life, and who genuinely saw Lance for he he was, and loved him for it.” The priest nodded. “Keith Kogane, please make your way up.”

 If I die young bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses

 Keith cleared his throat, and gave Shiro and Allura’s hands a reassuring squeeze and nodded to Hunk and Pidge, who were sobbing quietly. With a shuddering breath, Keith rose and made his way to the podium. 

 Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song

 As Keith made his way, he let his fingertips graze over the white, glossy casket. His chest tightened and he inhaled sharply. He could already feel the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes. 

 The sharp knife of a short life, Well I’ve had just enough time

 He finally reached the podium, and gripped the sides until his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t cry. Not now. He already had so much already. He had to be strong.

 And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

 Keith loosened the white tie around his neck, feeling much too tight. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the audience.

 I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger

 "I-I know most of you might not know me, but I was Lance’s- he was my-“ Keith let out a shuddering breath. He could hear Allura start crying along with Shiro. Keith’s vision blurred. "He was my best friend. My partner. My everything.”

 I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

 "I loved Lance with all my being. And before Lance, I didn’t know what love really was. I was so alone. I-I didn’t have anybody. And then Lance came into my life.“ He gave a wet chuckle. "Even when Lance was my ‘rival’ and we both thought we hated one another, he was always there." 

 There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever

 Keith turned his eyes to the ceiling, not able to stop the tears from flowing. "When we finally stopped arguing and fighting all the time and just got to know each other, we discovered how much we cared for one another. And it was scary at first. I was never good at showing my emotions, but Lance was so patient and he just loved. He loved hard. Unconditionally. Even though I cradled him in my arms first.” That earned a few chuckles from the crowd. Keith smiled softly, but it didn’t last long.

 Who would have thought forever could be severed by The sharp knife of a short life, Well I’ve had just enough time 

“We both thought we had forever. All the time in the world. We had the whole galaxy to ourselves. We both knew how dangerous our job was, and the risks that came with it. But we didn’t care. We were surrounded, absorbed with one another.” Keith closed his eyes and could see ocean blue eyes, blushing warm skin, and a small smirk with glistening teeth. He could feel soft, warm touches, promises of forever. He could hear his voice, whispering sweet nothings and everlasting love in his ear. Keith chocked on a sob. “I love him. I love him so much. He didn’t deserve this. He deserves the whole universe." 

 So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls What I never did is done

 "He deserved to see his family again, and not like this. He deserved so much more. Someone better than me, a better life. A better ending. There are some many things that I wished I had done, wished I had said. But now he’s gone." 

 A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner

 Keith turned his gaze to the team. All of them were crying. Coran was holding Allura, Shiro was holding Pidge’s hands, gently rubbing small circles with his thumb, trying to ease her cries. Hunk had his head buried in his head, whole body shaking violently. 

 And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’ Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

 "Lance always told us how much he loved us. How much he cared for all of us. He would always tell us that if something ever happened to him, not to cry and morn his loss. He wanted us to live our lives to the fullest, to take care of one another. And we would sometimes brush it aside.” Keith turned his gaze to Lance’s mom. “I just wished I would’ve listened." 

 The ballad of a dove. Go with peace and love

 "But we can keep the memory of Lance alive. He will never leave my thoughts, and I know he won’t leave yours. He will live through us, his legacy will live on forever.”

 Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

 Keith shook his head and gave a small sad smile. “Lance would probably smack us if he saw all our tears. 'Save them for a time when you’re really gonna need them’ is what he would always say.” The tears came faster, falling onto the podium and into the papers, smudging the letters. He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. He fruitlessly tried to wipe away the tears that continued to fall.

 The sharp knife of a short life, Well I’ve had just enough time

 "So for now, I say goodbye to him.“ Keith looked down at the closed casket, wishing instead that he could see a warm smile and bright lively eyes. "I will see you again one day. So wait for me, okay? And until that time comes, know that my heart is yours. I love you Lance. Until then, Sharpshooter.”

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls…

randomqsb  asked:

Okay if you're still taking prompts I got a request! Mama bear Natalie to young Adrien "What did you break?”

Aww, this was fun! Thanks for the prompt, sweets. <3

“What did you break?” Nathalie sighed at the rumble of small feet after a loud crash.

Adrien appeared in front of her, blinking big green eyes. “It wasn’t me!”

“It never is. Who was it this time?”

The young boy pulled on her crossed arms until she loosened them, and then he was climbing up into her lap. “It was Felix. He jumped up on the table. Mama’s vase fell.”

Nathalie rubbed the bridge of her nose, her glasses rising with the action. “Not the blue and gold vase in the hall.”

“Felix is a bad kitty,” Adrien nodded.


“He told me not to tell you, but I’m a good boy.”

“Good boys don’t break expensive antique vases.”


“Adrien, are you really the one who broke the vase?”

He furrowed his brow and hunched his shoulders. “It was Felix,” he whispered.

“Felix isn’t real.”

Adrien’s eyes began to fill with tears. “He is real!”

“Remember when we talked about real and imaginary?”

“He’s real,” he said stubbornly, bottom lip poking out.

“But he’s not the one who broke the vase, is he?”

“It was an accident.”

“We have to tell your mother and father.”

“No!” he cried. “I don’t want to be in trouble.”

“We have to be responsible for our actions,” Nathalie said gently.

He buried his face in her shoulder. “Please don’t tell, Nat-Nat. Please!”


Gabriel frowned at the remains of his wife’s favorite vase. 

“It was an accident,” Nathalie explained. 

“Adrien was running down the hall again, wasn’t he? I’ve told him he isn’t allowed to run in the house.”

“To be fair, sir, he is rarely outside, and little boys do like to run.”

Gabriel pursed his lips. “Perhaps.”

“I don’t mind taking him to the park during the afternoons if you would be okay without me for an hour.”

“I’ll talk to his au pair about finding the time to do it.”

Nathalie straightened her shoulders. “Sir, I’d like to take over Adrien’s schedule.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility to add on top of your others,” he warned.

“I’m aware of that.”


“You can only play for ten more minutes, Adrien,” Nathalie warned from the park bench. 

“Okay!” He ran to the slide and climbed the ladder. 

“Your son is adorable,” an older woman remarked from the next bench.

“He’s not actually my…” Nathalie looked back at the young boy beaming as he slid down to the ground. She turned to the woman with a small smile. “Thank you.”

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 12.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by kthish

Y/N’s p.o.v

“You can’t just ask a lady that Namjoon!” Jin scolded Joon for his sudden outburst. Gosh I’ve missed them. “Y/N could have been eating more lately Namjoon, be more sensitive.” He continued as they followed me through into the living room.

“No, it’s true.” I finally admitted, who would have known that letting such a big secret out would feel so good? It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Is that why you’ve been so distant?” Jimin asked with sympathy in his voice.

“You could say that’s partly reason why, honestly there’s not much of a reason for me to contact and see you guys anymore anyway.”

“But we’re still friends Y/N, regardless of what happened between you and Taehyung.” Namjoon reassured and I just sat there and nodded, not knowing how to respond to that. I was getting more and more emotional by the second and I realised that I was back on that same rollercoaster that I thought I got off already a month ago.

“Noona, is the baby hyungs?” A tear slipped out of my eye involuntarily as I nodded once again confirming the truth. 

“How many months pregnant are you?” Hobi asked, I looked up at him and I could feel the sadness in his eyes. I knew he felt bad for me.

“Four months.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” Yoongi asked staring at me.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how he feels about me anymore - I wasn’t expecting much but after the last messages he sent he didn’t try to contact me again. He hasn’t tried stopping by either. So I don’t know. Even if he finds out, would we even have a chance again?” I asked, but the question was rhetorical since nobody knew the answer.

“You know Y/N he’s done nothing but sulk and is constantly pessimistic because he blames himself for what had happened.” Namjoon chimed in.

“He blames himself but he won’t tell us why, no one knows what really happened between the two of you.” Jimin inputted. I want it to keep it that way too Jimin-ah, I thought silently to myself.

“Noona you need to tell him.” 

“I can’t, I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Jin asked looking at me quizzically.

“What he’d say, what he’d do. I don’t want to be given false hope, I don’t want to be left alone and believe that I still have him around when I don’t. It’s hard to cope with when you feel as though the person you care about the most doesn’t feel the same as you do.” I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I missed him, I never stopped missing him this whole time and carrying his child only reminded me of him more, every single moment, of every single day I was reminded.

“Look, even if it doesn’t work out which I doubt, between you two. He deserves to know that you’re carrying his child and quite frankly Y/N it’s selfish of you that you haven’t told him yet. Even if he hasn’t contacted you, you could have contacted him.” Yoongi was harsh, but he didn’t know.

“Selfish?” Hobi interjected, saving me again. “It’s not selfish of Y/N at all. He was a complete douche towards her, to the point where she couldn’t even go to him for help. I can understand exactly why she’d feel so insecure about telling him something like this because he might just not respond to it.” He was angry, he was even angrier this time round. I couldn’t speak as, no words would escape my mouth.

“Hoseok.” Jin warned for his sudden eruption towards his hyung.

“He didn’t go home for a few days, I’m surprised you broke up with him like that.” Yoongi took no notice of what Hoseok said and continued his rant.

“She was hit by a fucking car! She was left with a fractured rib, cuts and bruises and when she tried to call and message Taehyung he didn’t even give her a chance to say that she was hospitalised, he only called her annoying and clingy. He didn’t go home for four days and he didn’t even bother contacting Y/N to see if she was okay. She could have been sick, lost, kidnapped, anything! And he wouldn’t have known. She had to call me to and ask me to help her get home from the hospital. Don’t call Y/N selfish when you don’t even know half the story.” His outburst shocked everyone, including me. I cried silently whilst everyone turned to look. 

“Baby girl we’re so sorry, we didn’t know.” Jin, who has always been that caring older brother stroked my hair gently as if to reassure me.

“You guys wouldn’t have known because she told me to me to keep it a secret so that you guys wouldn’t lash out on Taehyung, when lashing out is all Taehyung did to her. She was being anything but selfish.”

“Y/N I’m really sorry.” Yoongi apologised for accusing me, obviously guilty now.

“Noona, I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I called you petty when I hadn’t the slightest clue.”

“It’s okay.” I managed to choke out and force a smile. Jimin walked towards me with a tissue wiping my tears, whilst looking at me with his watery eyes.

“We’re sorry Y/N, truly.” Namjoon said whilst holding my hand already kneeling in front of me.

“You guys didn’t know and that’s not your fault.”

“But still, we only really took Taehyung’s side without acknowledging your side of the story. So if you don’t want to tell Taehyung just yet then we will help you and we understand.” Joon gave me a small smile.

“No, I think I have to.”

Anddd that was 12.0 ~ I hope you like it! Request for 13.0 ^~^

Reasons why my grandmother is absolutely precious

- gasped when my mum used the dimmer to lower the lights and called it witchcraft
- took my cousins, my brother and me to see ice age 2 when it came out, didn’t like it and cried because “the animals were in danger!”
- calls the App Store “the market”
- cried for half an hour after I told her I was trans because she was devastated by the thought of me suffering in silence for years
- thought my mum’s friend’s boyfriend was the pizza delivery guy (because he picked up our pizza on the way over) and was completely chill thinking that we just invited some random pizza delivery guy in to have dinner with us.
- asked said boyfriend if the other pizzas in his car wouldn’t get cold.
- thinks frank iero is a random buddy of mine who just happens to be good at playing guitar.
- told me to tell him she says hi.
- was completely delighted when I told her he said hi back.
- asked if I had a crush on him and when I said kinda yeah she told me to try and get in his pants
- tried to give me tips on how to seduce him.
- reacted to “he’s 13 years older than me and married” with “age is just a number, you’re all adults and maybe his wife is into that”
- asks me how he’s doing every time I see her
- still won’t recognise him in photos and thinks every photo of frank is a photo of me.
- fucking loves the snapchat puppy filter and keeps telling me to make her into a dog.
- keep saying “this is incredible, I can SEE you!” every time on FaceTime. For the past 4 years.
- didn’t buy a wedding dress for her own wedding and instead spent the money on buying my grandfather a pair of shoes he could wear for their wedding
- when my greatgrandfather wouldn’t pay for their wedding dinner she sneakily handed my grandpa money under the table so he could pay for it and wouldn’t be embarrassed (fucking 60’s) because my grandfather had to give everything he earned to his parents (who wouldn’t pay for dinner)
- tried to save my father from my mum (her daughter) multiple times because she was scared he’d get hurt
- once before they got married because my mum travels a lot for work and meets a lot of new people and my grandmother was afraid my dad might get hurt in the process.
- spoils our cat while cat sitting him to the point where he won’t eat unless someone is sitting next to him and stroking his back.
- asked me what being stoned feels like and responded to my explanation with “I’ll have to see that for myself”

too late || isaac lahey

word count: 3954

request:  can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of “too little, too late” by jojo?

warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death

author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)


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Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon

Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung to score you stayed utterly silent.

“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock yelled at Stiles.

“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at you.

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To all my bis that are going through a rough time trying to accept themselves:

May 2013: I first came out to someone as bisexual, I had a panic attack and cried myself to sleep. I was struggling to accept myself in general, and when I came out to my mom, she didn’t believe me.

May 2017: Last night I made a new friend and came out as bi to her in a pun. She told me she was ace and we felt that much closer for it. My mom sends me every positive article related to lgbt+ issues she finds in our facebook messages. I have never felt so comfortable in my own skin. 

I know this sounds really cheesy to say, but I just wanted to let you all know that it really does get better.

Lost - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 3

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, mentions of Crowley and Cas

Warnings: All the Angst

Word Count: 2.6k (hey look, it’s the longest of the series)

A/N: I know that it’s been a while. I had to wait for this one to come to me. I thought it was going to be the last one, but it turns out this Series has other plans. So, I bring you third installment of The Forgotten Series, Lost. I really hope you guys like it! Catch up on Pt. 1 & 2

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So I went to an art conference at my school. We discussed things there, like how colors can be very powerful and our subconscious picks up the subtlest of hints. Pixar’s UP was a very unforgettable example. The colors of UP had a lot to do with why we cried. You all know what I’m talking about, right??

Ellie’s death.

We were told that her color was pink. That’s why her hospital room had pinkish hue.

And the next scene had strong pink hues. He misses her. I think it’s got strong colors because of her personality.

Also, It’s like her presence is still lingering.

When he got home, only a small part of the frame (window on the right) has a pink hue as the sun is setting. By now, we know her presence is drifting away.

Mr. Fredricksen walks up the porch and goes into his house.

And when he shuts the door, the final frame looks like this:

Ellie is gone.

The entire frame is desaturated and cold because the warmth in Mr. Fredrickson’s life is gone.

And that’s another reason why this masterpiece is heart-wrenching. And that’s how powerful colors are in films.

To my white mother:

When I was 10 months old, you brought a Punjabi Indian and Cantonese Chinese girl to America. You raised her as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

When I was 5, you took me to a party hosted by Chinese people. When you found out it was a holiday, you told me we had to leave because it was a celebration of a false religious holiday. When I cried, you yelled about pleasing Jehovah and not worshipping the devil. We never went to any cultural events again and you acted like my cultures didn’t exist.

When I was 13, you made me throw away the bindis my friend gave me and told me Jehovah was proud of me for throwing away a symbol of false religion and standing up for him.

When I was 14, the elders in your congregation told me I couldn’t wear sarees and Punjabi suits. You packed them away instead of standing up for me. Even though the elders later revoked their decision after the circuit overseer* told them to, I still remember how you went along with them. You scrubbed the mehndi off my arm for an hour because a congregation elder told you I couldn’t participate in preaching activities because it looked like a tattoo.

When I was 15, you let me wear sarees to an assembly*, where dozens of white people stopped and took pictures with me as if I was a zoo exhibit. You told me to smile and be polite.

When I was 17, we moved to a more racially diverse area where the people didn’t care about my clothing and mehndi and you let me wear them again.

Last week, you decided to start learning Hindi with me, forgetting the legacy you left me.

Last week, you decided you could use me as a path to convert people. You decided my heritage is convenient for you.

Yesterday you told me I could only spend time with the Desi kids at my college if I tried to preach to them.

Today I am declaring that I will be Desi with or without your permission. I am immune to your paintbrush, white as snow, caustic as bleach.

Today I am declaring that you don’t get access to my people’s dances, mehndi, clothing, food, bindis, holidays, languages and jewelry when you tore them from me to conform to the standards of white, male Jehovah’s Witnesses. I might not even want to share any of it.

You can rub the mehndi off, toss away the bindis, break the bangles, tear off my salwar kameez, hold my shoulders down, but the strength of my people will always flow in my blood like the Five Rivers.

*a circuit overseer is a man who travels to congregations of Jehovah’s Witnesses and gives them council. An assembly is a big meeting of Jehovah’s Witnesses, this one was 3 days and in the summer.

One thing I can rely on the Skam fandom to do is to take all the wrong messages from a statement and turn everything ugly and problematic. 

And it’s funny that they are doing it to the exact sentence that confirms their actions too!

“ As soon as you start looking for hate, you’ll find it”

As a person who has actually dealt with ignorance and racism and xenophobia, it is beyond insulting to me to see people of social and cultural privilege lash out about one of my most favorite clips this season, calling out supposed “problematic” behavior and invalidating the experience of people like me. 

I’ve seen variations of “Isak is a white male who doesn’t have the place to tell Sana racism doesn’t exist.” to “how dare he likens homosexuality to being Muslim?!” and “ I can’t believe Sana just let him say those things…”

It makes me wonder, for the millionth time, if we are watching the same show…

Through out this season, as an actual Muslim, my take and understanding of the characters and their dynamics and their behaviors were ignored,dismissed or down-right insulted!

I was spoken over, called out for “victim blaming”, told that I only see “black and white” and that “I should stop watching Skam and go watch shows that treat everything as black and white concepts” .

The same people cried out when Sana was “ignored in the chats”, was put through “micro-aggression” and was questioned for her beliefs and standards. 

All the same people who wanted Sana to talk and express herself, completely dismissed my understandings of Islamic culture when I pointed it out to them!

Now I wasn’t very bothered by it, because I no longer practice Islam and I was never the type of person to get riled up and all red in the face over haters. So I let it be. 

But with my experiences as a bully survivor and an ex-Muslim with strong ties to the religion and eastern culture, I probably understand Sana in a way that most of those non-Muslim justice-fighters don’t really understand! 

For instance, a lot of the stuff that made everyone SOOOO ANGRY were lost on me! 

I almost didn’t write this…but this is my bog. And I want to have this space to express myself. 

the thing is, for the longest time I was scared to tell anyone about my heritage on Tumblr, because I was afraid that friends that I had made online would stop talking to me if they knew about me and where I come from and my culture. And it was true for some. I have lost some but…I don’t really consider them a loss! 

What I consider a gain is when I opened up and talked to a friend here and she listened. she never judged, she asked questions and listened. Now she’s one of my best friends! Despite the difference in our backgrounds, although to an outside observer we should be on opposite sides, we now understand each other. Because I took a chance on a stranger and told them about myself and instead of accepting the preset of beliefs they were told by media and years of misinformation, they gave a minority a chance and learned my truth.

So yes,racists exist. so do rapists, so do homophobes, so do Nazis. But does that mean that choosing isolation is better?

We live in societies. We live together. And it’s an undeniable truth that Islam and eastern culture are the outsiders to western societies. And it’s good to stay connected to your roots but in order for us all to live in harmony, with freedom and democracy, we need to make an active effort to coexist. And that means for people to actually try to learn from and of each other. 

And I don’t need a hypothetical person “chosen” to represent me and my culture. I do that! Ask me! Pay attention to me! Because no matter what you believe in, you believe in that thing in your own way. A “chosen one” couldn’t possibly represent everyone. It’s important to hear what everyone has to say. 

And I know this from first hand experience, if you look for hate, you will most definitely find it. Because no one is perfect! No one has knowledge and awakening over every subject! you are bound to collide and disagree and feel offended. That’s life! You can go on witch hunts; attack anyone who says and does the slightest problematic things. You can do that. But I know that will only cause you grief and make them defensive. So many people turn their backs on learning about minorities and outsiders because “when they asked; they were laughed at, attacked or humiliated.” So they decided that those people didn’t want to be known so they let it be.

I’m a straight person. And I don’t always know what is considered right or wrong in regards to lgbtq+ related subjects. So I ask my friend who is a bisexual. I try to form my questions in respectful ways. But I ask because I feel like staying in ignorance is worse than asking a stupid question.

And I know we are all fundamentally the same but in practice we are different. Ignoring those differences and hoping we would all get along won’t work.We have to actively try to understand our differences and work things around them.

I could keep on talking about this for a long while, but I’ll cut it short here.(not so short but….)

I only want to say that, I loved today’s clip. And while a lot of people are going to chose to ignore the peaceful message that was at the heart of this clip in favor of the problematic details, I smile to myself knowing a brilliant writer across the world is singing the same song of unity that I have been desperate to hear for years. 

anonymous asked:

Okay so like: Imagine Keith and Lance meeting like ONE TIME when they were suuuuuuuper super little like 2 or something and they kissed and - listen I REMEMBER shit from that time in my life I don't give a fuck who says you don't remember shit till you're four but ANYWAY Keith and Lance and the others are talking about the first memories they have as kids as some bonding excercise and then OH BOTH KEITH AND LANCE KISSED A BOY IN THE SAME YEAR AT THE SAME PLACE HUH WOW bonus if they're dating

“Truth or dare?”

Everyone groans.

“Ugh.” “Lance, no.” “Stop it.” “Take this seriously!“ “Dare.”

Four pairs of eyes turn to the big guy floating at the center of the training deck. Of course it’s Hunk.

Hunk looks hesitantly at everyone else. Then, he shrugs. “What? It’s not like we have anything better to do until Coran figures out a way to turn the gravity back on.”

Pidge frowns. “Yeah, but why’d you choose dare?”

Lance answers this one. “Uhhhh, because only wusses like Keith don’t pick dare?”

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