i feel like a horrible person oh god

anonymous asked:

Seventeen reaction idol girlfriend slipping on stage because of rain

i personally want to have a moment of silence for all idols that have slipped in the rain,,,it’s so unfair why do they have to perform when the stage is in horrible conditions sigh


“oh no my small child are you okay?”

(you’re jeonghan)

Originally posted by myeungho

Jeonghan: he feels you on a personal level, buddy. knowing he can’t run up and help you, he’d just encourage you from the audience.

Originally posted by jeonghney


“oh god…that had to hurt…i can’t even watch anymore…”

Originally posted by cheolshu

Junhui: acts like he feels bad for you, but is lowkey gonna make fun of you after the performance ends

Originally posted by kwoshi


“keep going, baby…you can do this…”

Originally posted by visual-17


“oh…oh! oh my god, they’re so cute…”

Originally posted by jeonheart

Jihoon: he would be confused, but he would still continue to cheer you on from the audience.

“just smile through the pain, babe…”

Originally posted by mushimish

Seokmin: at first, he’d laugh it off, saying,

“holy shit that was the cutest thing on earth.”

but once it took you a while to get back up, he starts to worry. 

“…are they okay though?” 

Originally posted by sunkissedhao


“…clumsy little shit.”

Originally posted by kristian-do


“i hope they’re okay…”

and if you get up fine and dandy, he’ll make fun of you. cute!!! :)

Originally posted by performanceunit


“lmaoooo, current mood. you good bro?”

Originally posted by winningwinwin

Hansol: probably gets up from his seat and yells out, “YOU GUCCI BUDDY? you gucci? alright i was just wondering lmao” 

Originally posted by sneezes


“oooh shiii- that probably hurt so bad…”

Originally posted by litaeral

i did that badly oops 

but on the plus side i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!!! i’m a girl, so i unconsciously type in things like “she” or “her” but i want to make everyone feel included whether its a boy, girl, someone who is questioning or those who dont identify as one (?) :,)

reaction requests are open for; seventeen, 2ne1, exo(o12), bts, blackpink, twice, pristin, and nct (all units)

What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Reader x Jungkook [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 3250

Part 12/12 

A/n - Ohmy. I can’t believe this is finally over! Thanks for the continued love and support you have all showed for this story and If you want to read another one of my stories check out this one -Forbidden ( It’s Taehyung x Reader) Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven


I was back at the police station again and I wasn’t sure if I was more shaken up this time or the last time. The only good part of this situation was the fact that Jungkook was with me. If I had to do this on my own I wouldn’t be sure If I could handle this.

I thought that I was a strong person, or brave at least. But everything that I have went through I realized that I am a lot weaker than I thought.

The officers questioned me about what we had discovered in Taehyung’s storage but I explained to them that I had no clue what was going on and I genuinely didn’t. Then the subject shifted when they start asking me questions about Zoe.

“We have reason to believe that Zoe was murdered and that your boyfriend is guilty of that crime. There were signs of struggle at her apartment and it’s very likely that her suicide was staged. Can you tell us about your boyfriend’s relationship with the victim?” They asked.

“I don’t know a lot about their relationship. I recently found out when Zoe died that Taehyung was her father’s child. I didn’t even know they were seeing each other.”

“Well according to Zoe’s cell phone log, her and Taehyung communicated a least once a month for the past year.”

I was speechless really, and as I discovered more and more about Taehyung’s lies I was less in shock and more angry and disgusted.

“Are you sure that’s all you know about Taehyung, he didn’t happen to mention anything else?” They asked.

“No, that’s all I know. Honestly he was hiding so much from me.” I told them.

“We have issued a warrant for Taehyung’s arrest, if you see or hear from him please do not hesitate to call us. We could really use your help.” They told me.

“Of course, I’ll let you know If I see him” I assured them.

The detectives excused themselves and Jungkook and I made our way to the car. As Jungkook drove I silently stared out of window. I wanted Taehyung to go to jail for sure but what if he retaliated and told the police about what I had did years ago. I was scared and I knew that Jungkook could tell.

“Everything is going to be alright, y/n” He said as he drove, glancing at me when he could.

“I feel like such a failure Jungkook.” I let out trying to hold back tears.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I’ve wasted so much time and I’ve practically thrown away my life to be with Taehyung. Five years! I could have been in law school right now. I could have had a relationship with my family. I’m such an idiot.” I cried out.

“You are not an idiot, he is really deceitful and there was no way you could have known about that. I’m just glad you got out of this situation before he hurt you. And why are you speaking as if you are on your deathbed? Y/n remember when we first met and I told you that you were young? You can still go to law school and you can restore your relationship with your brother. You can do everything you want to.”

I stared at Jungkook as he finished his words. His voice was assuring and he made me feel complete, like I was worth something. I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I was silent and I’m sure that even Jungkook couldn’t read my expression. Honestly I was speechless, I was amazed. I didn’t understand how a person could be so perfect.

We finally pulled up outside of the apartment and Jungkook parked the car. He looked over at me, wondering why I hadn’t replied and why I had been so silent. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I love you.” Were the only words I could say.

Jungkook stared at me in complete shock as if he hadn’t quite heard what I had spoken although I was completely sure that he had heard me.

“Y/n do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words?” He finally spoke. “Y/n I love you so much.”

“I wanna be with you Jungkook and I understand if my complicated life is too much for you to deal with.”

“Of course not, when I love someone I love every part of them.” He said grabbing my hand and starting to kiss the digits of my fingers as he spoke. “I love you, and If you let me I’ll stay by your side. Regardless of what happens I’ll be here for you. Please be mine.”

“Jungkook my heart was yours from the moment we first kissed. I love you.” I said. He leaned over to kiss me as he held my face in his hands and I didn’t want this moment to end because right now I wasn’t thinking about Taehyung. I wasn’t thinking about the complications of my life or what the future would hold because I knew it would be okay with Jungkook.

We went to a hotel, knowing that It wasn’t safe for us to be at my home considering everything that was going on. We didn’t go to Jungkook’s place either because it was too far if they police needed to speak with me again.

Jungkook and I talked about a lot that night. We planned for a future together as shared some of the goals we both wanted to achieve. We cuddled for the majority of the day until he had to leave around seven. The author he was working with asked if he could come look over something briefly. Jungkook was hesitant to leave me but I told him that everything would be fine.

Taehyung’s POV

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Taehyung wasn't the type of person to go down without a fight. He fought for what he wanted and for the most part he always got that. So when he just so happened to turn on the TV in his hotel room and see the news he knew that he was in trouble, serious trouble. Had his partner turned on him? How did the police find out about what he was hiding in his storage? No one knew about his storage and the key was hidden. There was only one way they could have found out, through y/n.

How could she have turned him in? After everything they had been though? After everything he had given her? Taehyung knew he needed to run. The most logical thing would be to call his friend who could make fake passports and get the hell out of the country.

He couldn’t though, because regardless of what she had done to him Taehyung couldn’t leave without y/n. She belonged to him, she was his property and he was taking her with him rather she liked it or not.

Because he was a wanted man he knew it would be extremely hard to sneak around but thankfully his friend was close and that friend owed him. An hour later he met up with him to deliver a package. Fake passports, IDs, cash and a car for him and y/n to use. Now he had one last thing to do left and that was to go get his girl.

When he located y/n’s phone he discovered she was at a hotel so he drove there. Of course he had no clue what room she was in but thankfully money is power, and the receptionist was happy to give out the information that he needed along with a room key for a few hundred bucks.

He made his way to the room using the key to unlock the door. When he entered the room he immediately noticed her shoes at the door. The same ones that he had bought for her. He noticed two jackets hanging up in the closet, one he was familiar as it was hers but the other he was unsure about. He knew that it had to be a male’s jacket and instantly started to fume thinking about who it belonged to. As he entered the room he could hear water running in the bathroom and decided to quietly wait on y/n, so he took a seat on the bed.

Y/n’s POV

I decided to take a quick bath just to relax myself. When I got out I dried myself off slipping my nightgown over my head before walking out of the bathroom. When I entered the room I jumped out of fear at who was sitting on the bed. It was Taehyung and he grinned at me as he saw me.

“You’ve been a very bad girl y/n.” Were the words Taehyung said.

I stood there frozen. I was terrified and I didn’t know what to say. Until finally what had been weighing on my chest surfaced forward.

“Did you kill Zoe?” I asked.

“Did I kill Zoe?” He said standing up from the bed and walking close to me. “I’d do anything for you y/n.”

“Answer the question Taehyung, did you hurt her?”

“She was going to hurt our relationship, she needed to be taken care of.”

I let out the breath that I had been holding  in the entire time I was waiting for his answer and tears started to stream down my face.

“Shhh, don’t cry baby.” He said caressing my face with his hand causing me to cringe at his touch. “I had to protect you. Just like I had to kill that man who tried to hurt you years ago.”

“The man that I killed?” I questioned.

“The man that you injured. The killing was all on my part.”

“What? I didn’t kill him?” I asked in confusion and astonishment.

“You didn’t physically kill him no.”

“You made me believe that I killed him, all this time I thought that I was a murderer.” I said. Not only was I confused I was upset,  angry even. Because although it was an act of self defense, living with someone’s murder on my conscience made me feel like a horrible person.

“You didn’t kill him but you are responsible for his death. If you wouldn’t have hit him so hard, I wouldn’t have had to take him to the middle of the woods and shoot him as he started to regain consciousness. See you killed him because he died on your behalf. He died because I needed to protect you.”

“Oh my god, you’re insane.”

Taehyung let out an earthy laugh. “Get your shoes on, we need to hurry and leave here.” He requested in a surprisingly calm town.

“No, I’m not leaving with you. Taehyung I don’t love you anymore.” I said looking around for my phone finding it on the charger by the bed.

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said that we are over. Please just get out now and I won’t call the police.”

Taehyung was enraged. He grabbed a fistful of my hair yanking me up to make eye contact with him.

“Over?!” He yelled. “We will NEVER be over! You belong to me. You are mine. You think because you’ve been fucking someone else that you can leave me now? What lies has he been feeding you? Huh? You can’t leave me, you are nothing without me. I own you!” He yelled.

“You don’t own me and I will be fine without you. Just let me go! ” I yelled trying to pull my hair from his grasp causing it to only hurt more.

“You ungrateful bitch.” He yelled slamming me against the wall and causing me to let out a loud shriek. He then pulled out a knife holding it to my throat.

“Come with me now. Or we both die right here, right now.” He threatened.

I was now shaking and tears were pouring down my face, I didn’t know what would be worst, dying or continuing to be Taehyung’s prisoner. “Please don’t hurt me. I won’t turn you in I promise!” I cried out in desperation.

“It’s too late for that now isn’t it princess? The police are already on my tail.”

"Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Why couldn’t you have been a good girl huh? I would have given you anything and everything you wanted.” He growled.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe steadily but the grip he had around my throat was too much and I was losing my breath rapidly. I begged for someone to help me, to save me from this horrible monster I thought I loved.

Almost as if my prayers had been answered immediately we heard banging on the door. “It’s the police open up!”

“Fuck!” Taehyung growled. I tried yelling to let them know I was in the room but Taehyung held the knife closer to my throat as a warning. “Be quiet or I really will kill you.”

I obeyed his words immediately, but it wasn’t hard to do so, I could hardly breathe and my entire body was shaking. I could tell Taehyung was trying to formulate an escape route in his head but he hadn’t acted fast enough because the police had opened the door and were standing in the room when I had reopened my eyes.

“Let her go now.” They demanded.

“No.” Was all that Taehyung said as he shuffled us over trying to make his way to a window in the room.

“Let her go and slowly place your hands in the air or we will shoot you.”

“Please just listen to them.” I begged and with one swift motion he was grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the window and that’s when they shot.

The sound of a gunshot is surprisingly one of the most calming sounds I’ve ever heard. Well after you’ve made sure you haven’t been shot first, but after that it is simply calm. It’s as if your entire worldly suddenly slows down, almost completely. They world is going terribly slow and everything is on mute. I didn’t hear a thing. Not from the ungodly cry I let out to the yell of Taehyung as he hit the floor.

I collapsed to the floor as well and I was frozen still, I couldn’t move and the officers has to physically pick me up and carry me to safety. I don’t know if it was out of instinct but I wanted to go to Taehyung. To see if he was okay. I looked at him one last time as I was being pulled away. He was laying face down on the floor his head in my direction. There was blood pooling around him but he managed to choke out the words. “I love you.” Before he finally closed his eyes.

Jungkook’s POV

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook was getting extremely worried. He had been texting y/n for the past hour and a half even attempted to call her three times with no reply. He knew she was in the hotel room but could something have happened? Why wasn’t she answering her phone.

Without a second thought he stood up from his sitting position and dashed towards the door leaving everyone around him in a state of confusion. He sped the entire way back to the hotel room and his heart sank when he saw police cars and ambulances in large quantity outside.

This was exactly what he was afraid of. He put the car in park and immediately opened the door pushing himself out without even turning it off.

“Shit shit shit!” He yelled when he saw someone being rolled out on a stretcher with a white cover over them. His heart sank immediately and he held his chest unable to breathe. A large audience of people had gathered outside and with all of the commotion he was having difficulty seeing anything until finally he located y/n sitting at the back of an ambulance with a blankets wrapped around her.

He ran to her engulfing her immediately into a tight hug and she started to cry on his chest he could finally breathe again.

Back at the police station the detectives informed them that the desk clerk had notified the police as soon as she saw Taehyung entered the hotel because she had seen him on the news and knew that he was up to no good. They thanked y/n and told her to let them know if she needed anything at all. They finally left the two of them leaving them alone together finally.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? I really think you should.” He asked looking at the bruises on her neck.

“No I really don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m okay, I promise.”

“Are you positive? I’m sure they could treat you quickly and you can rest there if you are tired.”

She smiled softly at him. “I’m sure I don’t want to go the hospital, but there is somewhere else I’d like to go. Would you take me there?” She asked.

“Of course. Where to?” He asked.

An half an hour later they were pulling to a cemetery. And from what Jungkook knew about y/n’s past he had a very sure reason as to why she wanted to go there.

“I’ve never come to see their grave.” She spoke looking down as we sat in their car.

“They are going to be so happy to hear from you.” He said placing his hand on her back.

She nodded in response. “Will you stay here with me?”

“Of course, I’ll be right here if you need me. ” He said unlocking the door for her. She got out of the car closing it behind herself and slowly making her way to their tombstones which were right next to each other

She stood there for a while observing them before finally breaking down to her knees and crying. And although he wanted to go to her, he knew she needed this time alone with them. Because not only was this a cry of sadness and pain it was also a cry of relief. Relief that she was finally seeing her parents again and moving on with her life.

When he felt like the time was right he joined her, holding her in his arms as she said her goodbyes to her parents.

“Thank you for everything Jungkook.” She said.

Jungkook softly caressed her tear streaked cheeks, smiling at her and holding her tighter. They way she and Jungkook had met was definitely unconventional and people may have thought that they wouldn’t last. But he had no doubt in his  heart and soul that they would be happy and in love forever.

a/n - Sooo should we end this like that? Or shall I write a little drabble of their future? Let me know guys, Once again thanks for reading! 

Celebrity - The Joker x Reader

So this is something I wrote a long time ago, but since I feel horrible about not having written a lot lately, here’s a little peace offering for yinz. I originally wrote it as the Arkham!Joker, but you can read it as whatever Joker you please. I hope you all like it as much as I do. It’s honestly one of my personal favorites. Enjoy! -J.xx

“Oh my god, it’s really you!” someone screamed as I tried to very discreetly turn down an empty alley to get away from the bustle of the street. The last thing I needed right now was someone alerting the Bat to where I was. Or so I thought.

Turning towards the sound of the screams - stupid mistake, might I add - thinking that I don’t know, someone like Bruce Wayne had been spotted on his monthly escapade from his damned mansion, but no. There was no Bruce Wayne out today. A girl, maybe about eighteen, was looking directly at me. And pointing. Dammit.

Acting as if I didn’t notice the screaming and pointing, I picked up my pace down the alley, hoping to get away from the girl as quickly as I could. I really, really didn’t need Batfreak knowing where I was. Not with the big plans I had brewing just for him.

“Hey! Wait up!”

Grumbling, I walked even faster, sliding a hand into my jacket and wrapping my slim fingers around the pistol I had nestled in its pocket. If this girl was stupid enough to not get the message of leave me alone, I would quickly take care of her.

“Excuse me, Mr. Joker, sir?” she shouted from almost behind me.

Sighing, I pulled the gun from my jacket, turning on her and pressing the barrel of the gun against her forehead. Her eyes immediately went wide, but then a smile appeared on her face.

“Wow! Getting shot by the Joker! Ain’t that a dream come true?” she said almost too happily.

Caught off guard by her enthusiasm of potentially getting killed by me, I paused for a moment. Isn’t this the part where most people start crying and pleading for their life? That’s my favorite part, why wasn’t she doing it!

Pushing the metal further into her flesh and drawing blood, which didn’t even make her flinch, I frowned, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My parents had me tested, there’s nothing wrong. Even though they still make me see a psychiatrist every week. Stupid head doctors,” she spoke with a look of disgust.

At that moment, I decided that I wouldn’t kill this girl, no matter how annoying she seemed. No matter that she could’ve gotten me caught by Batboob. Looking her over, I was right about her age. She looked young, but not too young. Her hair was dyed partially green at the ends. And it looked like her shirt had a poorly spray painted red smiley face across the front.

“Why are you following me?” I asked, putting the gun back in its pocket.

“Because I was looking for you.”

“And why would you do something like that? Don’t you know who I am?” But then I remembered that she called me Joker, she must know who I am.

“Of course I know who you are! Who doesn’t! I just wanted to meet you,” she smiled giddily.

“You wanted to meet me? Ha, you must have a few screws loose. People usually run away from me, not toward me, sweets,” I laughed before adding under my breath, “Unless you’re Harley. Or the Bat.”

At the mention of Harley, it couldn’t have been because of Bats, her face contorted into a deep frown. Raising a brow at her reaction, I decided to probe further. What could she have against Harls?

“So. Anyways, why exactly did you want to meet me? I’m not really the meet and greet type. Well, we usually meet, but never get past a greet,” I laughed again.

“I’m fascinated by your work, Mr. Joker! You’re so funny and creative, always thinking of new ways to beat that stupid Batman. He has nothing on you, you outweigh him in every respect!” she explained, the smile never leaving her face, “I’m your biggest fan!”

“First, don’t call me that, call me J. I think we’re on good enough grounds to not be so formal…” I trailed off, not actually knowing her name yet.

“Oh! I’m such a complete dunce. I’m Y/N!” she said, sticking her hand out.

Taking it, I gave it a small shake before continuing, “We needn’t be so formal, Y/N. And also, I think Harley would be very displeased to find out that she’s no longer my number one fan.”

“Well, screw Harley. I never liked her anyways, I think she’s using you. You showed her the greater life, and now she’s using you for publicity,” Y/N said, crossing her arms, obviously perturbed that I still kept Harley around. Me too, kid, me too.

“Oh, you think so? And what do you propose that I do next?” I asked, leaning against the brick wall and staring down at her.

“Easy. Get rid of her.”

“Tried that, she keeps coming back.”

“Um… kill her?” she offered.

“Doesn’t seem to work either,” I shrugged.

“Tie her up and give her to Batman as a present. On the tag you can write, ‘No backsies!’” Y/N giggled, pleased with her idea.

Looking her over again, I thought of all the outcomes of bringing her back to the hideout. For sure, I knew that Harley would mad as a hatter if I brought another girl home, but… if Y’N’s idea did work out… Ah, fuck it.

“I think you and I are going to be great friends, cupcake,” I cackled, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and leading her down the alley.

Here I was, thinking to myself “yeah Sangwoo loves Bum, but its the sort of love where Bum could be pool noodle with a picture of his mom’s face stapled on it for all Sangwoo actually cares about Bum as a person with feelings.” Then like ten minutes later I see the new chapter and he proves me fucking wrong.

This sad bastard, I can’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s trying. He’s horrible and to say he’s “ill-equipped” to love someone is the understatement of the century, but he’s still trying, god bless him, and he’s breaking my heart. 

Fuck this comic; this always happens to me.

Great Scott, Barry! (Chapter 3/?)

“What’s got you so down in the dumps?”

It didn’t matter that you received a free coffee from Jitters this morning. Nor did you care that one of your co-workers brought in donuts for everyone. Or that Scott praised the Galaxy Plunders review you emailed him last night, calling it ingenious, funny, and clever. You were most certainly off your game today and Iris could sense something was up.

“It’s… nothing.”

Keep reading

okay but will coming out

•mike’s the first person he comes out to; it takes mike a second to digest it (ya know, he’s having a whole oh my god my crus- best friend is gay moment) •but then he’s just like “oh okay cool” •he comes out to dustin next, who’s automatically like “I KNEW YOU LIKED MIKE” “i said nothing about mike, dustin” “IT WAS IMPLIED” •but he also apologizes for all the gay jokes because he feels horrible •then he comes out to lucas!! •at first it doesn’t go so well because lucas come from a very strict family so at first he’s like “ew” •then he gets over it because no homophobia!! and he just accepts it •coming out to johnathan and joyce was really easy, it ended in hugs, tears and a homemade cake with a rainbow on it •he comes out to el and she’s very confused •"what’s gay" “i like boys” “oh cool” •she’s super chill with it!! she also paints lil pride flags on his face with her face paint because she loves her brother •he has yet to come out to hopper

Fact before you read: I actually love Rachel. I’m just making her a psycho bitch for now, but it gets better. I promise.

Seeing your best friend happy is amazing. Seeing two of your best friends happy is even better. Seeing your best friends happy together is the best feeling Annabeth could ever have. But, Annabeth can say that since Courtney Elizabeth Jackson was born, her two friends have not been happy together.

Annabeth sees her two friends often. They even made her the godmother of Courtney! But the thing is… Rachel won’t let Annabeth babysit. She’s asked on many occasions if she could watch Courtney so Rachel and Percy could go on a date, and each time was told no. Rachel won’t even let Sally, Courtney’s grandmother, watch her. Since having the baby, Percy and Annabeth have started to realize just how crazy Rachel is.

Percy works all these ridiculous hours at a warehouse. Annabeth knows he’s miserable. He wanted to go to school for marine biology. He had his whole future planned out, and it’s currently on hold because of Rachel. Annabeth will admit, it’s kind of her fault. Rachel Elizabeth Dare was Annabeth’s roommate in college freshman year. She introduced the two, and now… well, they’re here.

Rachel stays at home. She quit her job, dropped out of school, and then goes on to complain about being stuck at home with Courtney. Annabeth hates seeing it. She knows when Rachel posts about it that Percy gets upset. He’s doing all he can to support Rachel and Courtney. He doesn’t work at a job he hates for nothing. And, Annabeth has taken notice, that Rachel doesn’t seem to appreciate what he does for them.

Rachel’s parents have been letting them live at their house. Sally had been more than happy to let them live with her and Paul, but Rachel decided for them. She claimed it was because she couldn’t raise the baby without her parents. It’s so obvious how much Percy misses Sally. He’s only nineteen, he wasn’t exactly ready to move out. Especially to live with a girl he’s only been with one year. Annabeth was just as confused as Sally.

They decided it was how loyal he is.

Now, Annabeth is sitting at Starbucks, Percy sitting across from her. He looks tired. Stressed. Mad. It’s rare now that Annabeth gets to see just Percy. Rachel is usually glued to his side with Courtney. Annabeth sighs, reaching across the table and resting a hand on his arm. “What happened now?”

Percy groaned, pulling his arm away and running his hands down his face, “I had to lie to Rachel just to come meet you. She thinks I’m at work.” Annabeth frowned at that, “I’m going insane, ‘Beth. I told her that Grover is coming to town and wants to meet up. She flipped.”

Grover Underwood has been Percy’s best friend since he was five. Grover had welcomed Annabeth with open arms when they were twelve. The three had been inseparable up until college. He texted the both of them saying he wanted to meet up with them when he comes to town. They’re excited to be together again!

Annabeth rolled her eyes, “Why? She knows Grover is one of your closest friends.”

“Because, I told her I don’t want her there. I just want to take Courtney.”

Annabeth hummed, shaking her head. Not only will Rachel not let Sally or anyone watch Courtney, she won’t even let Percy. She won’t let the father of her baby take her. She says it’s because she breastfeeds, but Courtney is nine months old now and eating solid foods. She’s out of excuses but still refuses to let Percy take her.

Annabeth tapped her fingers against the table. “She can’t tell you no to taking your daughter. It’s not like you’re just going to take her and never come back.”

“I… would it make me a horrible person if I said I’ve thought about it?”

“Oh.. oh my Gods, no, Percy.” Annabeth moved her chair so she was mow sitting next to him. She reached over, pulling him in for a hug, “She’s horrible, Percy. Being with her is stressing you out. I don’t like it. Sally doesn’t like it.”

Percy closed his eyes at the sound of his moms name. He’s had this conversation with them both plenty of times to know how they feel. Sally had told him how toxic his relationship has become. How the way Rachel acts, or the things she says isn’t healthy. Courtney hasn’t gotten to see her other grandparents in weeks, and Percy hates it. He wants Sally and Paul to be in his daughters life. He knows they’re right, but…

“I love her, Annabeth.”

Annabeth took a deep breath. You see, Annabeth has had a crush on Percy since she was sixteen. She thought the feelings would go away once Courtney was born, but she was so wrong. If anything, she’s positive they’ve gotten stronger. She hates it.

“…I can’t just pack all mine and Court’s stuff up and leave. I’m not that kind of person, but..”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, “But?”

Percy stared down at the table, “We were talking about moving out. We found a house together that we had both liked, and now she’s telling me she hates it. She said that I can go, but her and Court would stay at her parents house.”


Percy shrugged. He looked so defeated. Percy Jackson is never supposed to look like that. What kind of person tells the person they “love” that they can move out? He’s doing everything to support them, and this is how she repays him?

Needless to say, Annabeth is mad.

“That’s not right. That’s not fair to you!”

“You think I don’t know that?” he let his hands fall to the table, “Do you think I don’t know that I could be - should be - with someone better? I love her. But, I love Courtney more. She doesn’t deserve a mother like that.”

Annabeth reached over, setting a hand on his shoulder. “Everything will turn out okay. Sit Rachel down and talk to her. Tell her everything you’re feeling. Tell her you want to spend time with Courtney. Without her. If she doesn’t understand that then… Screw her.”

Percy nodded, taking a deep breath. “You’re the best, you know?”

“I know. Now go have a talk with Rachel.”

Later that night there was a knock on Annabeth’s door. She pushed all her books to the side, and walked over to answer it.


There stood Percy Jackson with his daughter in his arms. His eyes were red like he had recently been crying.

“Is everything okay?”

“I left her.”

anonymous asked:

sO I never shipped Mad Love. In fact, I wasn't even a big fan of the Joker because of all the horrible things I heard about the ship. And i really feel like I judged him unfairly since I was only viewing him through the goggles of one representation of Joker. Recently, I've been diving deep into every bit of media I can get my hands on in order to explore the J's character and BOY OH BOY. He is now one of my faves. Also Batjokes is pretty much my new OTP. God fuckin bless.

joker’s personality and violence and madness is not something harley can handle, only batman can. thats why they are so toxic. batman can balance joker but harley gets hurt. joker is an amazing character but bc harley and him dont fit together, we cant see it. batman brings the best from him.

it’s so dumb to look at certain features on myself like stretch marks, chin fat, etc and just think god I’m so ugly, I’m so horrible looking how could anyone ever think I’m attractive?

Seeing those exact same things on other people? you better not talk bad about yourself and other people better not talk bad about you because?? oh my god you are beautiful? No matter how you feel about them, they are normal and you are gorgeous. 

So is it bad that while watching King Arthur Legend of the Sword I always think. “Oh right this is the one Arthurian legend movie I’ve seen where Uther isn’t a piece of shit.” Like it is so bizarre to me because almost every version of the legend I grew up with and know he was a Tyrant and a horrible person. Like thank God my darling Arthur wasn’t raised bY that man. This one it’s so weird because I’m like. “Ok I can see how this is good, but it feels so bizarre. It just feels wrong having an Uther who isn’t a horrible person.”

anonymous asked:


Rein’s flattered by how much you like him and he’ll take you out on a date lol

anonymous asked:

Is the mod holding up alright now?

It’s a mix of yes and no. I’m not going to lie to anyone, I’m in a lot of emotional pain from what’s going on and I feel like it’s somehow my fault. I mean how would you feel if your partner was doing this? Everything hurts right now. I go through stages of “okay I’m fine, I’m sure it won’t happen” to “oh my god I’m a horrible person and I shouldn’t exist” and I absolutely hate it.

anonymous asked:

A boy from my city died, and even tho I didn't know him like in person I feel really sad, he was only 18 and seeing all of his friends heartbroken it's like ugh...:/

Oh my god, I am so sorry. That is horrible. I am sending lots of love over there. xxx

anonymous asked:

Why don't you participate in Munday's anymore? I loved seeing genderbent Alec on my dash.

genderbent alec. oh my god.

So, a couple of weeks ago something was brought to my attention that made me realize some very not good very problematic people ( or person, I honestly don’t give a fuck at this point ) were following me. They stole a lot of my personal stuff and I don’t feel like giving anyone anymore leverage, source material, or bullshit that they could take and run with. I’m not here to be anyone’s scapegoat so they can do horrible shit to people. I can’t necessarily prove that they did anything recently or in general I guess but knowing enough of what I know makes it very obvious that — I’m not playing anyone’s games so for my own safety and mental health I’ve stopped posting more personal things on my blog. Which will be indefinite. By the way.

  • *talking about EverymanHYBRID*
  • Victoria: *has not finished the series* i feel so bad for Evan oh my god
  • Me: *sudden crippling feels* oh my god he's lost so many fucking people and been forced to do so many horrible things. He's lost like all his friends, Vinnie is the only person he has left!!
  • Victoria: ....
  • Victoria: What about....?
  • Me: *glass breaking sound effect*

abster306  asked:

Okay I feel like a horrible person but I have that Pokemon shuffle mobile game, and I had recently caught a pretty good Pokemon, and I got a five combo, and it did a lot of damage, so I though "it may be small but it has a lot of power" and all my mind went to was "he may be small but his dick sure isn't" so long story short I call my Togipi "Terry"

Oh my god

grigori-girl  asked:

All of the headcanons for the nerds- er, I mean, SoMa~

☾ - sleep headcanon

Soul and Maka have slept together pretty much since the first night after they admitted their feelings for each other, not in a sexual way (well… maybe a little bit in a sexual way) but just… Soul really really likes snuggles, okay? So sue him, he likes being close to her. And after they’ve done the whole love confession thing, they’re both so giddy and happy and full of feelings that going to separate bedrooms for the night feels stupid and wrong so they just end up sleeping together.

★ - sad headcanon

Maka had an unplanned pregnancy when they were in their mid-20s. Even though it was unplanned and they hadn’t wanted to have kids until they were older, once it had happened they were actually pretty excited about being parents. However, just after the start of the second trimester she suffered a miscarriage.

☆ - happy headcanon

Maka found out Soul’s birthday (despite his attempts to conceal that piece of information) due to her inside track at Shibusen, and tried to make him a cake on the first birthday he had after they became partners, except it was awful. But she kept practicing in secret, and the next year, she made him a really really great birthday cake and Soul just did not know what to do with that because why did she care so much, it was just his stupid birthday… (but also he couldn’t help but get a stupid little smile on his face about it).

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

As Maka grows up out of her angry hormonal teen phase, she stops Maka-chopping almost everybody (except Black*Star because… well… Black*Star). But on the rare occasions when she and Soul fight about something serious (as opposed to their usual harmless bickering), it’s still her go-to reaction when she gets so furious she forgets how to use her words.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Maka is super into light bondage, there’s absolutely nothing she loves more than to tie Soul up to the headboard and then tease him until he’s begging.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Despite many subtle reminders that she does, in fact, have her own house, Blair continues to live with Soul and Maka for almost forty years. Once they have their daughter, she acts as a live-in babysitter, which initially scares the crap out of both of them, but it turns out that Blair is actually excellent with children.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Soul is a humongous fucking sap. I’m pretty sure this is just accepted as a given by the majority of the fandom at this point. He tries to play it cool (ha!) but mostly he’s just a huge softie. And he’s not really a Big Romantic Gesture kind of guy, but sometimes he just gets so fucking overwhelmed by Maka, because this absolutely incredible person is in his life, and she loves him, and that’s insane, how did that even happen?  And whenever he gets caught up in one of those wow-Maka-you’re-so-great moods, he tends to end up accidentally blurting out all of his feels and Maka thinks it’s adorable when he gets all sappy and babble-y.

♥ - family headcanon

Okay, this is a super super dumb one, but I have this headcanon that Soul’s mother is like third cousins twice removed with David Bowie and it’s this horrible shame for her because oh my god Dave can you please not with the spaceman crap it’s so embarrassing to be related to you, and Soul never actually knew what the big deal was with “uncle” David except that he saw him sometimes at family stuff and he was much cooler than most of the rest of the family  and he wasn’t supposed to talk about him if he could help it. So, of course, being the sheltered little rich kid who wasn’t really exposed to stuff outside his parents’ snobby ideas of what was acceptable for their son, he never had any idea who he was related to.

And then… LIZ FINDS OUT. And all hell breaks loose.

☮ - friendship headcanon

Before they finally managed to get their respective meisters/dream girls, Soul and Jackie bonded a lot over their mutual pathetic pining. They’d been decent friends before, but they grew a lot closer during that time period.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Maka has a bonsai collection that her mother gave her, and she takes caring for them very very seriously.

Soul has a rock collection. Not rock as in rock-n-roll, but an honest-to-god, amateur geologist, rock collection. When Maka finds out, he threatens to murder her in her sleep if she ever tells anyone he has such an uncool hobby.

(Maka offers to let him put some of his prettier samples in her bonsai pots so they can be on display without anyone knowing they’re his.)

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Soul loves math. It’s concrete, it’s consistent, he can learn the rules and get the same results every time, and when they get into their later years at school and start studying Calculus, he gets so into it because the exact moment when you’re about halfway through a long problem and suddenly the penny drops and even though you’ve got a good twenty steps left to go you know how it’s going to come together is really beautiful and fun for him. Maka isn’t exactly bad at math herself, but she thinks he’s nuts.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Soul and Maka met once before they became partners, though neither of them remembers it. Spirit was representing Lord Death at some big fancy event in D.C. (as in District of Columbia, not Death City), and Soul’s mother was there representing some charity she’s on the board of directors for, and they both brought their kids along, and that’s how three year old Maka and four year old Soul spent like four hours playing tag and tripping up waiters. (Soul declared afterwards that Maka was his best friend, which Wes thought was really sad because he’d only known her for one evening and the odds of them ever seeing each other again was tragically slim, and his little brother never connected to new people that easily.)

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Okay, not really an “old age” headcanon, but Soul’s eyes are really sensitive to light because… well… albinism, lack of pigment, tissue more easily damaged because no pigment, you do the math.  That, combined with the fact that they live in the fucking desert, means that his eyesight degenerates faster than most peoples’, so he ends up needing reading glasses by his early twenties, and has to wear glasses full time by the time he’s in his forties.

(Maka finds it adorable.)

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Maka was a decent cook by the time she and Soul moved in together, because she pretty much learned to cook in self-defense. Her mother wasn’t much of a homemaker, and Spirit… well, the less said about Spirit’s cooking, the better. She couldn’t bake for shit, but

☼ - appearance headcanon

Soul is extremely particular about his appearance (no surprises there), and he spends absurd amounts of time getting his hair to look just exactly the right flavor of “just had a quickie in the coat closet suckas”

ൠ - random headcanon

Maka’s grandparents on her mother’s side come to Death City shortly after the battle on the moon. They immediately see where the wind is blowing with Soul and Maka and basically enthusiastically adopt Soul as a grandson-to-be, which freaks them both out enormously.

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anonymous asked:

I love your blog! I love your playlist! It is 2014, and I just notice about Ziam romance. How "outdated" I am. Please post updated/recent Ziam moments, pleasee. Often I saw, mostly their moments is from 2010 - early 2013. They are not in love anymore? :'(

Thanks for your compliments ! and I’m glad you noticed about Ziam. I think you’re the anon who sent me this message too : 

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