i feel really guilty about not knowing what's going on

People hold hands a lot in LOTR and it’s really nice? It’s not just Frodo and Sam, but I never noticed before this reread. Pippin just now took Gandalf’s hand, and earlier he’d taken I think Bergil’s, a kid (ten, so old enough to walk around without help) he just met, as they walked around the city. So it’s apparently not weird, it’s just a Normal Thing.

Vaguely of relevance as well is the fact that Frodo says “he is very dear to me” of Aragorn after, what, about a fortnight of knowing him. I’m not saying he doesn’t have cause; it was a very crowded and busy fortnight. I too would probably call someone very dear to me if they had saved me from dying from stabbery and guided my friends safely through the wilderness.

It’s just all those ‘my dear Sam’ and ‘I love him’ that he and Sam do, even though they’re a product of extreme circumstances, aren’t even out of line with the culture they live in. They’re still just as meaningful, and I don’t think their power is decreased by that. I just think it’s notable that this isn’t even beyond the bounds of “propriety” for really close friends in high stress situations.

This isn’t where I meant this post to go, but I think this is why this story resonated with me so hard specifically as an aro and why I still don’t ship anything romantically in the Tolkienverse, because the world of Middle Earth is one where loving your close platonic friends and companions to the point of being physically and verbally affectionate is a normal occurrence. It’s just how things are. There’s a lot to be said about the cultural implications of that vs here and now, but I’m not really in a position to say it. But I think even before I knew How I Was, I knew that friends were much more important to me than romance seemed to be. And I feel, with the preponderance of love interests in most adult fiction, like Lord of the Rings was the first Grown Up Story where I saw that aspect of myself reflected.


hi everybody! it’s definitely been a while, huh? i hope everyone is well and has been/ is studying hard for their end of year exams! good luck!

since my gap year is coming to an end, i decided i wanted to make a few posts about it to help some of you guys, who have been asking me about my experience, out. these are a few things i’ve learned during my gap year.

► it’s ok to be the only one taking a gap year

this was a really big thing for me. no one i knew decided to take one at the end of our secondary school career. i was the only person in my big old school, as for as i’m aware of, that chose to do so. i have to admit it’s really weird to be the only one in your friend group not going to university and experiencing that exciting time. in belgium it really isn’t a common thing to do either. especially not after secondary school. but! and this is a big but: you will. a gap year doesn’t mean you’re never going to go to uni/ college and experience the same as your friends! it’s a year out to work or discover what you really want to do in life. and if it just so happens you find out you prefer working straight away, that’s totally cool! whatever suits you! i just hope my friends learn to accept others who choose to work instead of studying instead of making them feel like they’re just too “dumb” for uni/college. we all choose different paths in life. let’s all try to live with that.

► keep yourself busy

one of the things most adults told me was to keep myself busy during my gap year, because otherwise i’d become incredibly lazy. for my part, this is so true. there were a few weeks at the start of october that i wasn’t working, and i became such really lazy. i slept in almost every day and i didn’t feel motivated to do anything. i also felt quite isolated and lonely. you don’t have to work to keep yourself busy though! you could travel, pick up a hobby, get better at something you’ve already learned, etc. as long as you’re keeping yourself busy and making the most out of your gap year! why would you be taking one otherwise?

► you will lose friends and make new ones

don’t be afraid of the fact you’ll eventually lose some old friends. the people who don’t invest in your friendship as much as you do don’t deserve you honestly! i started feeling lonely too, since a few of my friends never made any effort to keep in contact with me, or meet up with me, even though i tried time and time again. it’s totally normal and will happen to everyone.this doesn’t mean you should just give up on all your friendships though! but trust me: you’ll know what i’m talking about at some point in your life. at work i met a group of really great young people like me, and we have become a really close group of friends. we take out breaks together, go out after work and hang out on our days off. they’ve really given me the kind of friendship i was looking for, and i’m really grateful for that.

► don’t feel so guilty about having fun

this was a biggie for me. i can’t really explain it, but i started feeling guilty about having so much fun. in school there weren’t that many times i went out or hung out with my friends because i was focusing on studying, so whenever i made plans this year, i felt really weird about it. almost as if i was having too much fun? this is a really silly feeling and i’ve learned to let that part of me go. it’s important to bond with your friends and yourself by exploring places and making memories. don’t feel bad about it.

► money, money, money

i think everyone has a hard time figuring out how to budget and save the first time round. (if not: you should write a book for all of us who did struggle!) i’m in a position where i can save a very large part of my money each month because i only pay my parents a little each month. keeping in mind, my goal was double of what i started with, i’m incredibly close. i’m using all my money to pay for my tuition fees for 2 years and part of my rent, so i’m doing a great job so far, even if i do say so myself.  it’s not so easy for others, and it’s so normal to struggle if you’re not used to working and earning a steady income each month. don’t be too hard on yourself about this: you’re young and clueless.

► in the end: it’s only one year

it’s really easy to get it into your head that this year is going to be hard and will feel like it lasts forever, but time honestly flies. when i first starting on the first of july time seemed to go so slowly. every day seemed to last an age, and i wondered what it would feel like to only have a few months left. i’m at that stage now, and every day seems to fly by. i was told it would take me six months to get used to working, but it only took me 3. by the time october came around i was so used to getting up at a certain time, finishing at 6pm, coming home, eating, practicing on the piano and going to bed. it doesn’t seem that exciting, but we’re all creatures of habit and routine. i feel like i’ve changed a lot as a person, but also like i haven’t at all. in some aspects i’m much wiser, but at the same time i still feel like a lost kid. a year really isn’t a long time at all. 

those were just some things i’ve learned so far. i still have a total of 9 weeks left until i’m packing up and flying to barcelona to start an incredibly exciting chapter of my life. who knows what will happen! i’ll be making a few more posts about gap years, so if you’re interested in taking one, just keep an eye out!

lots of love, lou.


Tuesday, February 23.

Chemistry notes.🔬 Today it’s raining again YESSS. ☔💙 My cousin invited me to watch a play with her tonight and I really want to go but I feel guilty for going out instead of studying? I’m sure you guys know what I’m talking about. I spent the last weekend studying all day so I feel like I deserve it but I still feel uncomfortable urghh I don’t know.

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.

Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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marlene-fletcher  asked:

what if before spiderman or deadpools identities are revealed keith/spiderman has a huge crush on lance and lance/deadpool has a thing for spiderman but keith just sees deadpool as a big mouth merc and lance just sees keith as some introverted emo and so of course this results in pining idiots... sorry;;

Mmm smth like that! Of course people can play with this au however they like but here is how i see it..

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Late Night Call


Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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Yoongi Scenario: Breathe Into Me.

Request: yoongi scenario when you are dating and have a huge fight because he was suspicious of you cheating on him, but it was actually a gross guy that had been trying to make a move on you, you had been trying to handle the thing on your own because yoongi was always busy, and just that day you had slapped the guy because he tried to touch you and you were going to tell yoongi before he accused you of cheating so you got mad and fought then you leave your shared apartment and yoongi doesn’t stop you but your car brakes he comes to save you in the night and you have a talk at the back seat, say you don’t want to keep fighting with him for a gross guy and yoongi dries your tears and hug you, apologizes so you end up telling him about the harrass you’ve been through and he swears to protect you form the guy! sorry this is hella long

Genre: Romance / Drama.

You looked behind your shoulder as you spoke with your friend, you were in your room in the phone and just heard the door. Yoongi was home. You were in the middle of a conversation but you didn’t want your boyfriend to hear what you were saying.

-No, he’s still… I don’t know what to do anymore, he’s just everywhere- you said finishing your last sentence. -Listen, I really have to go, he’s here-

You were talking with a friend about your current situation, one that your boyfriend had no clue about and for the moment you weren’t planing on telling him.

-Alright bye- you said laying down on bed putting the phone on your lap as you had been just resting distractedly.

The door of your room opened just seconds later and he came in, he was tired you could see that in his face and his body posture but he still frowned a little when he saw you.


-Hello babe-

Yoongi walked closer looking around the room, back at the door and at his surroundings. -I thought I heard you speaking-

-Me?- you tightened the grasp on your phone and he noticed, goddammit. -Yeah, I was talking to a friend-

-Yeah?- he said not quite buying it, but cautious, you stared up at him as he stood just by your side of the bed. -You have been doing that a lot lately-

You faked a little laugh. -Can’t I have friends Mr. Grumps?-

Your teasing with that pet name you used to get some laughs out of him more often than not didn’t work.  -Of course you can, I’m not your father to forbid you anything…. as long as they stay like that, friends- he said a little lower giving his back to you walking to the closet but you still heard him and the implication hurt you.

-What are you saying?-

-I said what I said- he repeated still giving you his back as he undressed and searched for a pajama short.

-It’s just my friend, you know her, Goohye- you said watching him dressing and when he turned around you could only stare at him for a few seconds.

-Goohye is rather chatty lately-

You swallowed and kept your straight face as good as you could, Goohye wasn’t the one texting you and calling you always, although you were indeed talking to her recently, but Yoongi couldn’t know that.

-She is- you replied stubbornly.

Yoongi stared hard at you by the edge of the bed, it was so hard to fool him, it made you feel guilty and then Yoongi wasn’t easily fooled.

-Y/N- he pronounced your name gravely. -Don’t lie to me- the phrase came out as a warning, not an accusation. It hurt you that he actually thought you could be able to do such thing, but then you were being pretty secretive about the whole thing. 

-I’m not lying Yoongi, please stop it, I don’t know why you want to argue when there’s nothing to argue about-

Yoongi clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything else.

He laid down after turning off the lights, at first you felt him so far apart you wanted to cry, you were going through so much and although it was your choice not to tell him it still hurt you his distance.

You gave him your back not baring to see him do so and then his arms surprised you, clutching your body and pulling you to his chest in a possessive embrace. He was also hurting, you were going to have to put an end to the harassment for good.

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anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. The latter two links also allow you to follow my progress in writing a whole actual book. Thrilling.

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anonymous asked:

another reason rhajat is better than tharja is rhajat isnt an abusive mother and is actually caring toward her children, and if noire didnt go to the past from the future and cause tharja to actually care for her child tharja would still be abusive

True o: It’s a shame we don’t know about Tharja’s upbringing because I suspect that she was raised the way she tried to raise Noire (or, even worse, that’s actually how you raise a kid in Plegia?). Maybe she thinks that’s how you raise a kid. What is even weirder is that she truly cares for Noire, we can see it in their Future Past convo:

Noire: M-Mother?! Y-you’re here?! B-but… how? Did… did you resurrect yourself with some kind of curse?

Tharja: Hee hee… And what if I did?

Noire: It wouldn’t matter one bit!

Tharja: … It wouldn’t?

Noire: Of course not! […] You don’t know how lonely I’ve been since you sacrificed yourself to save me. […] Oh, Mother! Please don’t ever leave me again!

Tharja: Noire… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. Your mother hasn’t come back to life. I’m not her.

Noire: B-but…

Tharja: I’m a different Tharja on a brief visit here from another world. I’m not the one who raised you. Sorry for getting your hopes up.

Noire: Oh, you… Oh. I… I suppose I should have known. Death is permanent, after all… But I meant what I said. I am happy to see you, even if you’re not… you. Even if you are from another world… Even if you’re here only briefly…

Tharja: Good. Then I’m happy too. You were saying earlier that they took your talisman, weren’t you? Let me make it up to you by helping you get it back.

Noire: Really? You’d do that? Oh, thank you! *Sob* Mother…

Tharja: Tears? Really? What am I supposed to…? Listen, I don’t have much time. But while I’m here, I’m going to make the creatures who tried to hurt you pay.

I don’t know Tharja well enough to try and speculate, but it’s pretty clear she loves her daughter, and that Noire reciprocates this love. Noire states Tharja protected her at the cost of her own life. Tharja feels guilty (Tharja! Guilty!) for teasing her about such an important topic. Tharja apologizes TWICE in the same minute (in all her supports, I think she only apologize to Donnel, and only once). She feels the spontaneous need to do something to compensate for getting Noire’s hopes up. And, above all, she is ready to DECK those who tried to hurt/kill Noire. Tharja’s feelings and intentions are really hard to read… I can’t come up with a logical reason as to why she’d treat Noire badly but still love her so much at the same time (except maybe that she was herself raised like this).

Anyway, you are right: Rhajat treats Kana adorably. I know, I know, “default supports”, but you know very well that the Parent/Child supports are never an exact copy/paste depending on the customizable parent. Tharja herself acted rather cold/uneasy with F!Morgan (though she expressed distress when Morgan had her sudden headache). 

(End of their C-support.)

(Beginning of their B-support.)

But Rhajat? She acts SO SWEETLY. Motherly, at ease. RELAXED. Which is pretty amazing coming from Rhajat.

End of their C-support:

F!Kana: Really? You won’t be too busy?

Rhajat: For you? Never.

End of their A-support:

F!Kana: Mama, thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I got you. This makes me so happy!

Rhajat: And thank you, Kana, for all the love you’ve given me. And for the flowers, of course. I’ll cherish them for a long time to come.


Rhajat: You know, we didn’t pick those flowers we saw the other day… But we did manage to make some nice memories, didn’t we? I hope we have many, many more like them.

F!Kana: Me too! I love you so much, Mama!

Rhajat: Heehee. And I love you too, Kana.

But most of all? 

These lines made me lose my shit entirely

(Well, Rhajat, that escalated qui-)



(more about Rhajat and Kana HERE.)

jesswcg  asked:

Can I ask a prompt Starkquill? If so: After Civil War (like two years later) Team Cap can come back to New York and they're excited to be a team again, but when they reach the tower they see Tony with Peter Quill training, so they come closer to know what's going on and Tony explains them that he has a new team (Tony's still mad, specially with Cap who feels guilty), also Peter is really overprotectove with Tony

“Tony will have to a apologize of course.” Clint says, arms crossed over his chest. He’s the least excited about returning to the Compound, mostly because Laura said she didn’t want him around their kids anymore. 

“And he will, he’s clearly realized the error of his ways.” Steve says, and Wanda nods. Sam looks less sure, but follows them up the drive anyways. “The UN has dropped charges after all.” 

“Yeah, because Stark was directly responsible for the UN.” Scott mutters, keeping his distance from the others. Supposedly he’ll be driven back to Pym Laboratories after the Avengers are dropped off.

“Hi-ya!” Tony’s voice echoes across the yard, and the others turn to see him knocking a stranger to their ground. They pull weapons prepared to attack the trespasser. “Pinned ya.”

“Well played Stark.” The trespasser responds. Tony laughs, and helps Peter up, the two of them swinging around playfully. 

“A pleasure sparring with you as always Quill.” Tony says, leaning in for a kiss. Peter dips him dramatically.

“It’s Starlord.” He says, before kissing Tony. Tony laughs into the kiss, and throws his weight back flipping Peter over. 

“Pinned ya again.” Tony teases, and Peter laughs, but then his smile stills on his face as he catches a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. “He has a blaster level with Steve’s head.” 

“Okay Tones, time to get off me.” He says, and they both slide to their feet, wary eyes on the ex-Avengers. Groot and Rocket come running out of the Milano a moment later, followed by a calmer Drax, and Gamora. 

“The Milano picked up heat signatur-” Rocket starts, trailing off as he notices the ex-Avengers. “Maybe I should let you update it.” He grumbles to Tony.

“Who’s the rat?” Clint asks, and Rocket snarls at him. 

“My new teammate.” Tony says evenly. Steve gives him a disapproving look, and Tony scowls. “This is my new team Rogers, I’ve moved on.” Tony says. 

Where has he moved?” Drax whispers to Gamora, she shushes him with a promise of a later explanation.

“What, so you spar with them? You think they deserve your time more than we did?” Wanda asks, words coming out like acid. Groot glares at her. 

“They do not hate me, they do not expect things from me, and they work with my schedule.” Tony says, glaring moving between Wanda and Cap. “Yes, I spar with them.” 

“We we’re a team.” Steve defends, and Sam looks conflicted. Clint however is nodding along. 

“No, you were leaches, sucking up my money, my time, and my life. I don’t need you anymore.” Tony turns his back on them then. 

“My wife filed for divorce because of you!” Clint yells at his retreating back, and Peter pauses from where he’d turned to follow, spinning back to face Clint. 

“WELL SOMETIMES THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO YOUR ACTIONS!” He roars, nearly throwing the new Starkpod that Tony had given him in his outrage. “You made your bed Barton, now lie in it.” 

“This was our home Stark.” Sam interrupts. Gesturing towards the compound. Tony keeps walking, leaving Peter and Rocket to handle the intruders. 

“Please, the lot of you couldn’t afford a month of rent here on a yeas salary. Newsflash, you were gone for two years, after physically attacking your landlord. You’ve been evicted.” Rocket says, waving his arms in frustration. 

“I am Groot!” Groot agrees, and Rocket pats his arms. 

“I know, we knew they were stupid, but Jesus.” Rocket mumbles, and Clint looks outraged. 

“You are trespassing on private property.” Peter says, “If you do not vacate the premises you will be arrested.” They open their mouth to protest, and Peter pulls out a phone. “5″ He says.

“We didn-” Wanda interrupts.

“4″ He threatens, dialing. Steve looks wary, they can’t afford an arrest right now. “3″ Peter continues.

“We’re going, fine.” Clint starts storming back down the drive.

“2″ Peter says, glaring at Wanda, she huffs, and follows Clint, Sam and Steve right behind her. “Glad that’s over, let’s go check on Tony.” Peter says. 

“You two are grossly sweet.” Rocket says, pretending to gag. Peter laughs, climbing into the Milano.

“I am Groot.” Groot chips in, and Rocket looks disgusted.

“I know it’s romantic Groot, that’s why it’s so gross.” Rocket mutters. “Seriously.”

Do You Want Me to Teach You?  (Park Jimin Smut)

Originally posted by ki-raa

Rating: R/M

Word Count: 4246 

Warnings: oral sex… that’s pretty much it, nothing too wild…

Description: Okay, so maybe you had a little crush on your best friend Jimin. And maybe you sometimes has wet dreams about your best friend Jimin. And maybe you did get a little hot because of your best friend Jimin. Okay, so maybe you really wanted Park Jimin to be with you, romantically and sexually. Just maybe…

A/N: Y/B/F = your best friend and the bold and italic text is your text messages to your friend

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anonymous asked:

Sheila I am Mexican too and I have thought about skin bleaching a lot. I know I shouldn't but sometimes I think it might be easier to be whiter. What was your experience with it?

Hey friendo. 

Let me tell you right now that I’m not going to yell at you. Or make you feel guilty. If your like me, you already feel really guilty for even THINKING about bleaching. A lot of the small, discreet forums I ran too when I first started bleaching were these tiny corners of the internet where mexican, hispanic, and black girls talked on forum about where to buy bleaches, how they got lighter. And they were always interspliced with us trying to tell each other to be strong, to stop, to not feel bad about what they were doing but also encouraging others not to start. It’s a sucky, sucky place to be, but I understand that you’re there. You know? And sometimes the act of controlling the shade of your skin can feel like overcoming the insecurity (its not.) 

Instead Imma tell you the realities of skin bleaching. 

First off, most of the brightening and bleaching products ARENT frederally regulated. I mean, they are super fucking dangerous. Just fyi. These companies are super shady and the ingrediants to even the FDA approved over-the-counter prescriptions of lighteners, have been linked to causing cancer. Over extended periods of time, it has been known to give a higher risk of, and even cause, cancer. They are still banned in a lot of countries. Yes, these are products that are used to help patients with post-sugery spotting, scarring, that are prescribed whiteners. Or even Vitilago patients, but even they are told the serious dangers and they are just using it for exactly that. SPOTTING. Not slathering it on your whole body.

Aside from being really fucking expensive, the ultimate thing that stopped me and others was this. 

You can’t actually strip your skin of melanin/pigment. 

It’s just not scientifically possible. Bleaching doesn’t actually BLEACH your skin. It just -delays and stops the melanin from forming- thats it. And in some whiteners, like the soap bar whitener, its actually peeling off layers of your skin to the non tanned cells beneath, and delaying melanin. This leads to redness, allergies, skin infections, and itchyness like a mutherfucker. It can be really painful.

But that also means that no matter how much you whiten, because you are only stopping melanin from forming instead of stripping, you will always be as tan as you are to begin with. You can only peel back and stop your layers so much before you reach your base shade. 

So guess what that means?

Your shade will always come back. 

Unless you plan on bleaching forever (see above about cancer) you will never reach a point that you won’t be tan, or won’t be in ‘need’ of bleaching. It will always, always come back. Because as soon as you stop using it, your melanin starts producing again. Unless of course, you damage your skin so badly you start DARKENING.

Yup, skin bleaching can also cause you to darken. 

And I don’t mean, it makes you get tanner. It blackens you. It’s called exogenous ochronosis. It’s when your skin gets damaged by the use of whiteners/bleachers and starts BLACKENING. Mostly in the thinner areas of your skin. Around your eyes is the most common one. Its practically unrepairable. Unless you want to sit under lasers at the dermatogloist weeks on end.

And finally, the shades you whiten never feel like enough. We all experienced this. It’ s a paranoia from your insecurity. As white as you get, you’ll still be staring at the mirror thinking ‘im too dark, im too dark.’ Because in the end it’s in your head, not in your skin. You’ll be endlessly torturing your body to try and fix your mind. I still struggle with this, despite having used it for 4-5 years and now stopped for another 4. And I realized that even though I was actively getting lighter, I was still not happy. Still not satisfied. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t targeting the right problem. What I had been made to think. Not what I had been made AS. 

And now, because I had beat up my skin so badly, I notice how much more easily I scar, I darken, I sun spot. The exact opposite of what I wanted. But i made my skin so tender, its more prone to tanning than not. 

I hope this helps. I know that when I realized all these things it turned me off completely, and many of the other girls that helped me stopped other from using just by explaining what they might be getting into. 

I’m always, always here to talk about this! On anon or privately! 

Step Nine

It’s years of hurt and healed over heartbreak before Jack Zimmermann sits Kent Parson down in a coffee shop in Providence the morning after a drag out game and makes amends.

They sit in silence with their coffee for longer than is comfortable before Jack musters up the courage to say, ‘Listen. So as a part of my program—you know—as a part of getting sober and staying sober, I’m supposed to make amends.’

Parse raises one meticulously groomed eyebrow. Jack pushes forward.

‘Basically I’m supposed to say I’m sorry to the people my addiction might have hurt, um, that I hurt and you don’t have to but I’m really hoping you’ll hear me out.’

‘Seems a little late for that,’ Parse says but he doesn’t sound unkind, just tired.

‘I know,’ Jack says. ‘It’s on the list.’ And honest to god pulls out a note pad.

Parse laughs because it’s funny and because if he doesn’t he’ll cry. Jack laughs too.

‘This is gonna be good for us,’ he says. ‘It’s time to get some closure.’ Kent nods.

‘There are a lot things. Some are big and some are small and they’re supposed to be about my addiction but I think we both know the hurt goes deeper than that so, um, here we go I guess.’ Jack clears his throat, then looks at Kent very purposefully.

He says, ‘I’m sorry I let you feel responsible for me. I knew then and I know now that you were doing the best you could to cope with a really messy situation, and I’m sorry I let you feel guilty when you couldn’t handle my mental health and addiction by yourself.’ Kent nods, lips tight

‘And I’m sorry I overdosed on what should have been one of the best days of both our lives. I mean I didn’t do it on purpose but that wasn’t how that day was supposed to go. The draft was supposed to be our triumph.’ Kent looks hard but Jack thinks he sees tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Maybe he should stop, but he’s gone this far. He deserves to hear this, Jack thinks, and presses on. ‘I’m sorry I told you you couldn’t come out because I was scared of the rumors. I’m still scared but you deserve to come out if you’re ready.’

Kent is actually crying now, silently but visibly all the same, tears rolling down the pink of his cheeks.  

‘I’m sorry for every time I kissed you, and kissed you back, and you know, did more than that, when I wasn’t ready to deal with it and I’m sorry I always ran away or snuck away afterwards. I’m sorry I used to call you at 3 am and leave you weird voicemails. I should have just told you I missed you.’ Kent gives him a shaky smile.

‘I’m sorry I shut you out of my life for years without warning or explanation. I thought I needed to leave you behind to heal. I guess we’ll never know if I was right but it was unfair all the same. I wish I had told you why.’ Kent nods, but doesn’t say anything. ‘I’m sorry I used to hide pills in your bag without telling you. That was fucked up. A lot of things were fucked up. I’m sorry I was mad at you for winning the Stanley Cup with out me—showing up unannounced was kind of rude but I was vicious about it because I was jealous and because it confirmed all the moments I ever thought maybe my dad wished he’d gotten you instead. I’m sorry I got mad when my dad was nice to you—god I was so scared he didn’t want me.’ He looks back up at Kenny who’s finally stopped crying, and braces himself to finish making amends.

‘I’m sorry I never told you I loved you. I swear to you Kenny I did. I wasn’t very good at it but I loved you so much. I’m sorry I never told you that I loved you and I’m sorry that later I told you I never had. I really wanted that to be true at the time. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all these things earlier. I was scared of seeing you and getting caught up in all our old shit. I was scared.’

Kent looks at Jack for a long time. ‘’I’m sorry, too,’ he says. ‘Are you really cool if I come out? Cause I’d like to, Zimms. I’d really like to.’

‘Yeah,’ Jack says. ‘Yeah I really am.’

anonymous asked:

Could you write a really cuddly fluffy supercorp thing? 😁


Kara Danvers has always been a cuddler.

Ever since she first arrived on earth, afraid and alone, she’s seeked out physical comfort.

Ever since those first nights, where she would lie awake, sniffling as she thought about her lost family, her lost people, ever since Alex told her to scootch over and wrapped her arms around Kara, kissing her forehead and letting her bury her head in Alex’s chest-

Ever since Alex showed her how home can just be a pair of arms around you, Kara’s been a cuddler.

Lena Luthor has never been a cuddler.

She’s liked being close to girls, being intimate with girls, letting them touch her in all kinds of places, but that was always purposeful. Lena is level headed, driven, doesn’t like wasting time. There’s no purpose, no endpoint, no reason for it, so to Lena cuddling just feels like a waste of time.

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Everything Has Changed - Part Five | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bugheader

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Jughead finally talk but everything seems to want to be against poor Jughead opening up.
Warnings: Nah there’s nothing.
Word Count: 1494
A/N: I KNOW THIS IS WAY LONG OVERDUE AND I AM SO SORRY. But, there should be 1-2 more parts of this then we’re done!! Don’t worry, we’re starting to get to the good bits. If you want tagging or I’ve missed you, send me a message! I lose replies a lot because my notifications get crazy.


Jughead turning up on your doorstep in the pouring rain asking if he could stay the night was the last thing you’d ever imagined would happen. It took you a moment to realise what he’d asked before you quickly pulled him into the house, shutting the door behind him. The poor boy was wet through. The thought of Jughead out there searching for somewhere to stay the night made your heart sink. The last time the both of you had talked hadn’t ended on the best of terms but this was still Jughead, he was still your best friend. All you wanted was for him to be safe so there was no doubt in your mind about helping him. It all depended on your grandparents, though.

 “Go upstairs and I’ll go talk to my gran,” you said, pointing Jughead in the direction of your bedroom so he could wait for you.

Once he’d headed off up the stairs, you went in search for your grandparents trying to figure out in your head the best way to ask them if your male friend could stay over for the night or maybe even a few days. Who knows how long Jughead needed a place to stay. They were pretty chill and they knew Jughead so you were sure they wouldn’t have a problem with it but still you were quite nervous to ask them. What if they did actually turn him away? What if they thought you were crazy for even considering asking if a boy could stay over?

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The Boy Named Yoongi (Part 4)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,181 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.


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Both yours and Nana’s eyes go wide open. You slap your hand over your mouth.

“No! I don’t like him I just…. ”

“I knew it! You do like him. I called it.” She proudly flips her hair and smirks.

“Oh shut up. Let’s go.” You roll your eyes and pull her along.

You’ve been trailing behind him for the past 20 minutes and notice that Soo Mi does most of the talking but manages to drag Yoongi into a bunch of places. He seemed to be enjoying it too. Naturally you followed him but you couldn’t help feel guilty for this. Yoongi had no feelings for you and you already knew you would only get hurt again.

“Nana… Maybe we should stop.”

“Why? Did I miss something?” She looks up from her phone and looks at you in a concerned way.

“I have to stop these feelings before they go too far.”

She looks up at the sky as she taps her chin and then suddenly gasps. “Well do you want to go to a blind date too?” She grabs your arms and jumps up and down.

“I don’t-“

“Thats perfect! My boyfriend said he had a friend who has finally opened up to getting a girlfriend. Apparently he’s really shy. He’s so perfect for you!”

“It’s okay-“

“I’ll let him know! Yay Y/N, you’re finally going to have boyfriend and we can go on double dates and you can tell me about when he makes you happy and when you argue about stupid things! ” She was jumping up and down like there was no tomorrow.

“Nana. Calm down. I don’t want to go out a blind date yet. I’m not ready.” You calm her by putting your hands on her shoulders.

“But… Why? You said it yourself, you need to stop your feelings for Yoongi, isn’t the best way by finding something else to have feelings for?” She was noticeably disappointed.

“I know. I’m just not ready yet, I’ll let you know when I am.” You sigh, “And when I am then we can go on all the double dates you want to and I’ll tell you when he makes me happy or mad. Okay?”

“Fine… So are we going to keep following Yoongi or what?”

“Nah. Let’s have some best friend time.”

Hours go by without you noticing and before you know it, it’s already dark.

“Nana, I should probably go now. I never told Yoongi I was going out so as far as he knows, I’m missing right now.”

“Y/N. You know that you’re a grown woman right? You don’t need to let him know where you are.”

“I know but what if he thinks something happened to me?”

“Don’t worry. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to worry like that.”

“I guess. But it’s already dark. Your parents will be worried about you, what happened to your curfew?”

“As long as I don’t get home too late it’s fine. But if you really want to go first you can.” She says as she looks away.

You hug her and start to jog away until you hear her yell from behind you.

“Make sure to tell me what happens with Yoongi!”

When you get to the front door you realize you don’t have the key, so you ring the door bell.

“Yoongi. Are you home?” You knock a few times until the door bursts open.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” Yoongi yells.

“I just went-“

"Do you know how worried I was? Where did you go?”

“I just went out.” You roll your eyes, “if you had let me finish talking you’d know.” You mumble under your breath.

“What?” Yoongi looked furious.

“I was with my friend. Don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not worry especially after what happened before?” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

“You left and I had nothing to do.”

“You should have at least called or texted me to let me know!”

“I don’t have your number. I’m not good enough to have your number.”

“What did you say?” He looks you straight in the eyes but you look away.

“Nothing” You push past him but he grabs your arm.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough?”

“Nothing. Stop asking.”

“No. Explain yourself. You keep saying these things but you don’t tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my own fault for ever thinking I had a chance with you. And why is it so wrong for me to go out? You were having the best time of your life with that girl.”

His grip loosens and you pull your arm away and go into his room. It was a good thing you had already eaten with Nana or else it would be awkward going back out there and facing Yoongi.

“Y/N?” There was a light knock on the door.

“What?” Annoyance was clearly in your voice.

“Can we talk?” He peeks into the room.


“I’m sorry I don’t remember what I did and said to you that would make you feel that way. Can you just tell me so I can fix it?”

“Why would I want to remind myself of the humiliation?”

“Can you just tell me?”

“If you really want to know, think harder. I’m going to take a shower.” You grab some clothes and hurry into the bathroom before Yoongi can stop you.

Thinking back to what you were talking to about with Nana before you left made you feel slightly guilty because you did make Yoongi worried about you in the end. Who cares? No one told him to worry. It was his fault you were mad at him.

The next morning was even more awkward than you expected. Yoongi had made you breakfast again. But the second you sat down, he got up and washed his plate.

Ugh. Why did you feel so bad? It’s not like you did anything bad.


He either heard you say his name and didn’t want to talk to you or he was in a rush but he hurried into his room.

He comes out a few minutes later ready to go out.

"Are you going somewhere?” You finish up the last bit of your orange juice.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says a little too harshly and leaves.

“I was just curious. Jeez, no need to be so angry.” You say to the Yoongi that was no longer there, “Wait! Is he going to see what’s her name? Um. Soo Mi? Wow. Okay. Abandon me and go to her.” You angrily wash your plate and reach for your phone to call Nana.

“Y/N! Perfect timing I was just going to call you!”

“I’ll go on the blind date.”

“What? Really? Really??”

“Yeah. Let your boyfriend’s friend know.”

“I’m going to call him right now and then I’ll let you know when to meet up. I’m so excited now! What changed your mind?”

“Let’s meet up. I’ll explain everything.” You say and then decide to meet at a little cafe.

Today i cried in my room for the fourth time this week. My mother thinks she’s losing me. I hear her talk about me to my father about how she’s worried and my father tells her that I just need some time. I have never blamed my parents for not knowing what I’m really going through; I guess I should blame myself for constantly telling them I’m fine. But I have a fear that if I really did tell them everything, that my mother would never let me go and my father would feel guilty for all the times he told me I just needed to calm down or stop over exaggerating.

Proposal- Tyler Joseph

You were sitting  backstage with Tyler and Josh in their dressing room. You were on the couch with Tyler sitting on his lap as he played with your hair and talked to Josh about the show. Every time his phone would buzz signaling he got a text he would pull the phone out of your view. This was strange because he usually didn’t care what you saw on his phone. You had been dating Tyler for about 2 years now and you’ve always been very open to each other.

“Hey Josh we have to go take care of that thing.” Tyler said.

“What thing?” Tyler just stared at Josh until something clicked. “Oh that thing. Yeah let’s go.” Josh stood and you moved off of Tyler’s lap.

“Where are you going and what ‘thing?” you asked starting to get annoyed with the secrets.

“Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll be back in time for soundcheck.”

“So you’re just gonna leave me to sit here in the arena with nothing to do.”

Tyler looked at you for a moment then smiled. “Yup.” then they walked off.

He was acting so weird today and it kind of hurt that he was sort of ignoring you and all your questions.

You plopped down on the couch and as you did you felt cold glass rub your leg. It was Tyler’s phone. You immediately got up to go bring it to Tyler but you didn’t see him or Josh down the long hall and you didn’t want to get lost in the arena.

His phone buzzed again with a text from his sister Maddie.

Good luck. She deserves this.

Good luck with what? The show maybe? And who is she and what does she deserve?

Maybe she was talking about you. Maddie has never been the biggest fan of you and she probably would only be happy if you left Tyler’s life.

Your thoughts began to roam into thinking Tyler was gonna leave you. They were confirmed when you saw a text come in from one of Tyler’s brothers, Zach.

Do it before she leaves you. 2 years don’t you think that’s a long time?.

You went to open his phone to read what the previous text were about so you could put the pieces together, but his phone wouldn’t unlock. His password was always the same but he must have changed it.

You started to feel guilty when you tried every possible code and the ‘disabled for 1 minute’ screen showed. It wasn’t like you to be snooping around but you couldn’t help it. You love Tyler and you thought things were going so well. I guess not because he’s gonna leave you.

You stood from the spot on the couch and threw Tyler’s phone down on the floor out of anger. You grabbed your purse and left. You didn’t know how to get out of the arena with all it’s confusing halls but once you came across the stage and saw Tyler’s piano just sitting there it set in.

The man you put your life into didn’t love you. The man you woke up to almost every morning for the past 6 months since you moved in with him was gone. He was probably out looking for someone better right now.

You were quickly pulled from your thoughts when you heard Tyler’s voice in the background talking to Josh. They just got back from wherever they went and were headed to soundcheck.

You  were still in shock from thinking that Tyler was going to leave you that when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind you jumped a little.

“Hey baby. I missed you when I was gone.” Tyler said pulling you close and kissing your head.

“Missed you too.” You said with your head in his chest. Even if he was going to break up with you, you couldn’t help but love him.

“You okay?” He asked looking directly into your eyes.

“Yeah just tired I guess. I’m gonna go lay down before the show.”

“Okay. I’ll wake you before we go on. I love you.” He kissed you on your lips and you realized how much you were going to miss that.

You headed to the bus and fell asleep on the couch.

3 hours later

“Hey beautiful, wake up. We’re about to go on in like 20 minutes. I want you to watch the whole show tonight I have something special happening.” Tyler said shaking you awake.

For someone who was going to break up with you, he had a lot of compliments to give.

As Tyler lead you back to the arena you could hear the opening bands playing and the fans going crazy already.

You sat in a chair that Tyler pulled up for you on the side of the stage as him and Josh got all last minute things together.

Right before they went on Tyler ran over to you and kissed you “God I love you Y/N.” Then he ran off onto stage and started the show.

When it came time for Trees and Tyler’s speech you realized he wasn’t in his usual spot on stage where he gives the speech and he had his ukulele in his hands.

“Okay as most of you know this is usually the part of the show where I give the speech about how grateful we are to have you as our fans and all that jazz and then we play Trees. Tonight I wanted to do something a bit different. Something different for a very special person in my life. I love this person and no I’m not talking about Josh or my mom. I’m talking about my girlfriend Y/N who most of you know. If you don’t you should know she’s the most beautiful, fun, loving human in this world. Oh and did I mention how beautiful she is.” The crowd was filled with cheers and ‘awwwwes’.

“Y/N come here.” Tyler said gesturing you to go out on stage. You just stood there like deer in headlights. You never went out on stage with people in the audience. “She’s a little shy. Hold on.” Tyler came over and pulled you out on stage. The crowd all clapped when Tyler placed a small kiss on your lips. He grabbed the microphone again and started speaking. This time playing a few chords on the ukulele.

“I’m playing this song for you my love.”

Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you.

He was playing your favorite song. It felt as if everyone in the arena was singing along but all you had your focus on was Tyler as he sang to you.

But I can’t help falling in love with you.

As he sang the last verse he got down onto one knee and pulled out a ring. You felt the world around you stop.

“Y/N will you marry me.”

You shook you head yes as tears fell from your eyes. You were so happy when he pulled you into a hug after placing the ring on your finger. You buried your face into his chest and cried. You were so scared all day that he was going to leave you when really he was planning all of this.

You left for the side stage so they could continue the show and once they both bowed Tyler nearly tackled you with hugs and kisses.

“Are you serious? You’ll really marry me?”

“Of course I will. I love you Ty.” you sat kissing him more.

You both headed back to the dressing room and he told you how he planned the whole thing today.

“Yeah today I just felt something I didn’t feel before and I knew I had to propose tonight. So me and Josh went to the jewelers and picked a ring that reminded me the most of you. Then when you were napping we rehearsing I learned can’t help falling in love. I just thought it was the perfect song to describe how I felt for you. I know you were kind of mad at me before for not telling you what was going on, but I sort of couldn’t. I had asked your parents if I could marry you about a month ago and I told them I wasn’t sure when I was going to, so today I was waiting for their approval to do it tonight before I went out with Josh.”

“I’m just happy you proposed instead of what I thought you were going to do.”

“What did you think was going to happen?”

“Honestly, I feel really guilty but I thought you were going to break up with me and when you left you forgot your phone. I looked at it and there was a text from Maddie and Zack that made me think you were gonna end the relationship. I know it’s dumb but I got scared.” You said with your head down.

He pulled you face up to meet his. “I love you too much to ever hurt you.”