i had a tsunami of feels at that time

Man okay when I got my wisdom teeth out it was a fucking experience. Before the surgery wasn’t too interesting but as soon as I woke up I saw the nurse next to me and was all like “hey… i think… i died… and now I’m in a parallel universe… and i gotta go back to my house and kill the me from this universe” and he was just kinda like “alright, you do that”. And then the other nurse kept going in and out of the room to get things and I thought there was like 5 of her that kept coming out of the room, and then so when she was wheeling me out in a wheelchair I was like “damn… why are there so many of you… there’s like 5 many of you” and she was just kinda like “alright, you do that”.

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

Anyway the rest of the story is we drove home and I explained this programming project I was working on to my dad in perfect detail somehow and then I came home and went on facebook and posted a comment on my friends status (because I couldn’t find the status update bar) that read: “i just took a lort of painkillers and yelled at everyone in a jambo juice”

You were a forest fire when I met you. Reckless and unaware of your pent up wrath. You were a natural hazard. A blizzard, a hurricane. Destruction was your middle name as you tore through people like plastic fences and through drugs like dry leaves. Your father was two parts angry and one part stern, trying to steer your aimless wanderings but you told him that no gusts of rage could turn you into him. And you yelled, god you yelled. Every day was as unwanted as the last, and life was no longer a gift but a burden you wanted to give back. You engulfed the coast with your tribulation, shouting to heaven, and then damnation and in your bursts of raw frustration even the winds on mars could feel your sorrow. Your voice shook the ground and your anger engulfed trees and even though I loved you, I was scared to have you near me. I was your home for a time. And then you moved onto another place, as catastrophes often do. You cant blame an earthquake for making you fall and break yourself; and you cant criticize a flood for moving on. They have had their way with you and there are simply more interesting houses to watch crumble. But fires are short lived. Blizzards go away. Volcanoes burn out. Hurricanes decay. Tsunamis are nothing. Sinkholes turn to laughter. I may have been a broken house but you were the disaster.
—  hal3ynicole, An Ode To Moving 
Why Not Me

James Potter x Reader

A/n: Probably gonna do a part 2 if you guys want one because I feel like I could keep going with this. Warnings: some swearing, a little angst. Words: 2155

 You had known James Potter since you were three years old. You lived in the house next to his and you two had grown up together. After being best friends with someone for 13 years obviously you get attached, and it’s natural to be protective of them. That’s how you were justifying you’re feelings at this point, but it wasn’t working out too well. It wasn’t painfully obvious that you felt more then friendship towards James, everyone knew you two were close so no one suspected a thing. Especially not James, he was too head over heels for Lily Evans. Lately he hasn’t played you a lick of attention, he was too busy trying to catch hers. It’s not that you didn’t like Lily in fact you two were very close friends, you just envied her. You envied how easily she captured his attention and had him wrapped around her finger with a few simple words. It was just so frus-”Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your other best friend Victoria was frantically waving her hands in front of your face standing in front of where you were previously spaced out sitting at a library table.  “Yes” you replied in a monotone voice, still in a daze from your little disconnection from reality and a little thrown off  by your thought path. “What are you doing I’ve been looking for you forever!” she shrieked. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked. “No. You’ve just been missing for hours and everyone was getting worried. It’s almost curfew and no one had seen you since last class. Did you skip dinner? Have you been here the whole time? I swear I checked here at least five times.” She bombarded you with a tsunami of words. “Wait is it really that late I didn’t even realize” I said as I rushed to pack up all my books and parchment. Had I really been zoned out for that long? “Well hurry up I don’t wanna be caught out past curfew I already have detention for what feels like the rest of my life” she overdramatized. “Okay, okay I’m going as fast as I can” I said as we made our way through the halls back to the commun room.

When we entered I felt nauseas at the sight of Lily and James basically snogging each others faces off on one of the sofas. Victoria saw you quickly look away and whispered in your ear “Just ignore them.” Linking your arms together and ushering you to your dorm. Your other roommates were all sitting around in the room doing their own little things. “Finally you found her!” exclaimed Abbey. “Wait honey what’s wrong?” asked Cara as she looked up form her book seeing your solem expression. “Ah it’s not because of that Potter boy again is it? You just need to get over him,” stated Abbey matter offactly. You didn’t even respond, instead just flopping down on your bed. “Look Y/n it’s gonna get better you’ll get over him,” said Victoria sitting down next to you. “How am I supposed to get over my best friend, I’ve known him for so long?” I asked “Well first you’ll realize that he’s a bloody bloke if he decided to choose her over you. Then you’ll find a new boy and you won’t even give Potter a single thought.” Abbey said as if she just solved a difficult math question. “It’s not that easy Abbey” victoria chastised her. “No she might be somewhat right. What if you found another boy to get over James, like a rebound?” Cara offered. “Is it really a rebound if we were never together?” I asked still replaying the scene from the common room over in my head. How happy they looked together. “It’s the principal that counts” Cara said. “Yeah that’s a great idea! It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can find a boy Saturday at the party after the quidditch game’” Abbey was way too fond of this plan. “I don’t know guys, I don’t even think i’ll go to the quidditch game” I said sitting up. “Now that’s just ridiculous of course you’re going to the qudiditch game and for once I actually agree with Abbey.” Victoria said “Well thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me,” Abbey mocked hurt.


It was Saturday night and the Hufflepuff team were down by so many points that they couldn’t even win if they caught the Golden Snitch. Of course it was James who was scoring all the points as he was ‘the best chaser in Hogwarts history’ as he liked to refer to himself. There he goes scoring yet again as the seekers continued to chase the golden snitch around the pitch. It wasn’t long before Gryffindor caught the golden snitch and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. James being the cocky bastard he was did a victory lap around the stands winking at me as he flew by. Everyone started making their way off the stands and towards the players to congratulate them. It seemed like Lily was the first one down, throwing herself into his arms like you used to when he still paid his “best friend” a care in the world. Using that term loosely now considering he hasn’t given me more then a handful of acknowledgments since him and Lily stated their little love affair.

Meanwhile I was still sitting on the bleachers next to Remus, the rest of our friend had been lost in the crowd. “So I assume you’re going to the party?” he inquired. “I don’t really know yet I’m not in a party mood tonight,” I replied in a slight daze, James and Lilys display having thrown me off. “That’s exactly how I feel but Sirius would have my head if I don’t attend the ‘most legendary party ever’ as he’s been calling it” he said. We both laughed lightly because only Sirius could make such a big deal of one of the hundreds of partys thrown every year. “Well I suppose if you’re going it wouldn’t hurt to give you some company” I said with a slight smile somewhat distracted from my previously gloomy thoughts.

We walked together, in no rush, back to the Gryffindor common room. By the time we got there the party was already in full swing and it seemed that Sirius was already wasted as he stumbled up to the two of you “What a surprise my two favorite people,” we said while balancing his entire body weight on Remus, leaning against him with an arm swung over his shoulder. “Where’ve you two been? James was asking ‘bout ya” he slurred his word together at the end making his words barley eligible. “Why was he looking for me?” remus asked confused. “Not you Moony the pretty one” Sirius said grabbing a lock of your hair twirling it around his finger and winking at you before he went prancing off sloppily to some other people. “We should probably try to slow his drinking,” you said. “There’s no point trying, you take a cup of fire whiskey out of his hands and the second you turn around he’s got two more.” He joked even though we both knew it was true. Shouldn’t you go talk to James anyway, find out what he wanted?” He more so pointed out then actually asking. Just then as you looked across the room you spotted him a cup of alcohol in is hand and Lily perched on his lap. Averting your gaze “I think I’ll enjoy your company much more.” you said and he gave you a goofy grin.

As the night went on you and Remus had found a couch that wasn’t occupied by drunk couples trying to get it on. You were slightly intoxicated, that’s putting it lightly. Your friends kept popping up to have a quick chat and handing you different concoctions every couple minutes. Remus on the other hand was sober as could be, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the beautiful giggling girl hanging off his arm and practically sitting in his lap going off about how her little brother once brought a niffler home and tried to keep it as a pet. His cheeks blazing at the extremely close proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him, not really being aware of anything all your senses were slowed and your brain was fuzzy just saying anything that came to mind. “We should go for a walk” you said giggling again even though you hadn’t said anything funny “It’s getting really stuffy in here I need some air” Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit before receiving a reply. You two were in the hallway in no time, you prancing around and Remus trying to keep up. “It’s still so hot out here,” you exclaimed cursing your clothes. You ripped your sweater off and threw it away, Remus scrambling to pick it up while you keep gallivanting away. “Woah Y/n maybe you should slow down” You stopped abruptly and turned on your heels grinning wildly as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Your breath fanning across his chest before you looked up to his eyes “Thank you Rem, you’re a real great guy” looping your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little wisps of hair at his nape. “Why are you thanking me I haven’t done anything” he stuttered out, trying desperately to not stare at your chest that was pressed against his “Oh but you’ve done so much for me” you said barley above a whisper but it was loud and clear to him. His heart racing a mile a minute as you leant closerand closer until your lips met.

You tasted of fire whiskey and sweetness. He placed his hands on your hips as you kept tugging on his hair. Neither of you hearing the loud steps comig your way. Your reaction was slow when Remus was so quiqly pulled away from you and pushed against the wall by a fuming James Potter. “What do you think you’re doing mate.” He yelled at Remus. “Woah Prongs calm down” Remus tried to defuse the situation but if anything he just made James more livid. You still drunk off your ass decided it would be a good idea to jump on his back to try and stop him “Rem run i’ll hold him off,” you said in a panicy tone “and see ya tomorrow save me a muffin at breakfast” you giggiled totally forgetting how paniced you were a moment ago. Remus jogged off down the hallway you still on James’ back.

“What the bloody hell do you think you were doing with Remus of all people” James pried you off his back so he could face you “What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned giggling because of James furrowed eyebrows. “You two were just snogging in the hallway, you can’t just going around doing that Y/n” he elaborated still so very angry. “Why not you and Lily do it all the time? Why am I nto allowed to do it” you started getting upset, all the suppressed emotions rising up in a fury. James soffened as soon as he saw you getting upset “look Y/n I’m-” he tried apologising but you interrupted him “No James tell me why can’t I be happy? You think you can just leave me and i’ll stop everything I’m doing until you come back? No James I’m done. I am so over always being second to that Lily Evans.” You were now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down your face, completely inconsolable. James was shocked into silence not knowing how to respond to your outburst. “Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough? I loved you so damn much and you picked her. You chased after her all these years while I was here the whole time. Then as soon as she acknowledges your existence I’m completely throw aside, I get replaced by some stuck up red head who ignored you for years!” It was all coming out now, your body racked with sobs. James pulled you into to his chest ignoring your attemps to push him away just holding you close whispering “I’m so sorry” and “I didn’t know” over and over like a broken record. “Do you know how much it hurts? I loved you. I love you, and you don’t even care about me, all you care about is her.”

That’s how the remaider of your night went. Not really coming to a resolution, just letting it all out as James held you, and when you finally fell asleep he carried you back to your dorm placing you in bed. This was a conversation for tomorrow, when you were sober, right now you just needed to sleep. To live in your dreams and shut out reality.

You Can Call Me Monster {Zhang Yixing}

Note: So I had two Yixing requests and I thought they’d tie in well together. However, as I’ve stated in other reactions I don’t write smut, so it’s implied but it’s not graphic {I’m sorry if this really isn’t what you were looking for.} Either way, here’s the drabble I hope you enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist 

Originally posted by zhangdimples

{y/n} loves her job. Undoubtedly. Every single working day she finds herself surrounded by her passion and amazingly talented people alike. It’s amazing really, and her work is always appreciated - always complimented and always recognised for own distinctive artistic style.

Her artistic makeup hand is very unique to her, and a lot of people can recognise her work just by seeing it.

Usually at work, she’s surrounded by young, fresh faced models that are new in the industry of television, film and music. Usually she finds herself engaging with young aspiring people who have dreams bigger than life. She’d worked with artists that are known nationally today, but back then were barely known in the town. She’d done makeup on the likes of Jung so-min before her big break in acting, she’d also worked alongside artists such as Monsta X that were now making it big in the musical world, she’d even worked with EXO during their early era.

It was uncommon for her to come back to those faces, but today was different. Today she was in for the shock of her life.

“{y/n} the model is here. You need to start on makeup, the shoot starts in 30 minutes.” An important man in the business called, running with an important looking stack of documents on a clipboard with a man in dark clothing stood behind him.

The man behind him stepped forward, presenting his incredibly good looks to her as the corner of his lips turned up to smirk.

“{y/n}, right? We meet again.”

{y/n} recognized him instantly, but the voice alone was enough to recall the image of the Zhang Yixing that she once knew. He used to look so much younger, a face with childlike features and a body slightly toning in some areas. He used to be much shyer too, his cheeks flushed with a crimson blush that dusted around his single dimple.

But that single dimple was the only thing he kept with him after all these years.

He’d matured majorly. His face was toned with defined cheekbones, hair that was already stylishly swooping across the flawless skin of his forehead. He seemed taller now too, and toned on his chest which was revealed very kindly by the tight white shirt and clinged his torso.

“You remember well. It’s been a long time.” you stated, Bowing in his direction respectfully.

“I don’t think I could ever forget.” the wink he conjured was beautiful, and it flooded back memories into your mind.

“Yeah… well we should get started. Take a seat please Mr Zhang.”  

“Come on {y/n}, you know me better than that.” He smirked at you, whispering a “much better,” beside your ears on the way down to sitting on the chair. The heat I his breath brushed your neck, and it sent a shot of sparks through your veins.

“In other words, call me Yixing.” He stated as you pulled out the equipment that you needed.

“Alright, Yixing.”

And so {y/n} got to work. Perhaps she was a little more shaky handed than usual, but that didn’t stop her from making Yixing’s already beautiful face look like a masterpiece from a museum.

Each and every of his features was brought out and defined, creating the beautiful imagery they wanted for the Monster concept. His eyes were dark and mysterious, so gorgeous they could pull any man or woman alike, yet so dark and belittling they were almost deadly.

His cheekbones had been brought out, sharp as blades and his lips were red and sexual, but menacing in all the right lighting. A few bruise illusions had been made on his face, enhancing the overall look of a Monster.

He looked amazing, and {y/n} was finding her heart wasn’t the only thing shaking, her heart was racing like the beat of a drum.

“You’re all done.” You informed him finally.

“Great.” He stood up, barely giving his appearance in the mirror a look. He took your hand, and before you knew it, you were following his footsteps like it was second nature.

“What are you doing? The shoot is that way, and I’m not supposed to come with you-”

“I never said I was going to the shoot, {y/n}.” He seemed to smirk again, but with the make up on his face it made him look darker, more powerful and dominating, it was almost intimidating, but in the best way.

He lead you to an unused cupboard, his eyes trailing the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before opening the door and pushing you inside.

“Someone’s going to see us!” You protested as he joined you inside, locking the door with the click of the lock.

“There’s no one around here. Plus CCTV doesn’t pinpoint this part of the building. I’ve done my homework {y/n}”

You swallowed hard. The room was pitch black, but the hot breath tickling your neck reassured you that Yixing was still there. The look of his irresistible eyes and lips burned at the front of your mind.  

“Why?” You questioned, and you imagined the smirk playing at his lips again, getting your heart rate up to the maximum.

“Because when I found out you’d be here, I knew I had to see you.”

All the memories you’d tried to push back came flooding back through. Images of you both younger and stupidly in love, to the sneaking around and the childish dreams of happy endings, to being forced apart by management, your hearts both ripped out and thrown and burnt to the ground. You never saw him after that, him being back finally hit you right where it hurt.

“I’m not the same person anymore, Yixing. I’m older now, I’m not stupid, and I know where I stand.”

“Do you still love me?” He questioned, and it was so blunt it nearly knocked the wind out of you.

“What?”

“You said you were older and not stupid, but you never said you’ve moved on.” He stated, he’d always been direct about things, and hated sugarcoating, but now you had it all back it was so overwhelming like a flood, a tsunami of feelings washing you up.

“I haven’t moved on… I know I should have.” You admit to him, it’s always hard lying to Yixing, even after all this time.

“I haven’t either. You have no idea how many nights I’ve nearly texted or called. Sometimes I’d consider taking one of the other members phone and texting you, pretending I’m them just to make sure you’re okay. You know?” The sincerity in his voice was flowing through. It was truthful, and you knew it because Yixing had never been a good liar, not ever, he didn’t have it in him.

“So what are you saying?” You questioned.

“I’m saying that I want you back {y/n}. I’m saying that I want you and screw anyone who says differently. Back then, management had be tied to puppet strings, but I’m cutting those ties now. And I want them all attached to you. I still love you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words were speakable, so you closed your mouth again. You’d never been good with words, so you used what actions you could make to prove your emotions. You raised your jaw and pressed a kiss to his lips.

The kiss was light, but barely moments later it was much more passionate, and before you could account for what you were doing, you instincts took over, and heat increased.

Touching, kissing, moans… you didn’t care as he coaxed you, you didn’t care if anyone heard.

Things escalated faster than time could tell.

He pushed you back to the old times, feeling like you were higher than the sky with every inch he pressed inside of you, not just with the obvious, but also with love and feeling.

Tears were building in your eyes as the two of you came to a finish. Heavy pants filling the small space of the cupboard as you pulled items of clothing back on to your body.

Yixing waited, then pulled you into a hug. “I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m certainly not complaining.” He chuckled.

You laughed lightly. “I feel the same.”

Yixing pressed a kiss to your forehead. “After this shoot I’m taking you out for dinner.”

“I love how daring you are now.” You giggled, “This rebellious side is pretty hot.”

“Hey {y/n}, you can call me Monster.” 

I had just gotten used to the fact that maybe relationships just aren’t for me. I had just become comfortable in my own skin. I had just started to adjust to being on my own. I had just started to be fully independent….and then those feelings hit again. They hit me like a tsunami. Suddenly, I’m rethinking every word I say, changing my outfit three times before I go out, and seeing every other girl as someone I need to compete with. And dammit, I hate that this is happening again, and I hate you for being so oblivious.
—  But clearly I don’t really fully hate you, because if I did I wouldn’t be in this situation. (via dissembled-thoughts)

anonymous asked:

Magnus,can you see the future ? Can any warlock see potential futures ? Can you explain what magic feels like ?

Magnus - I cannot, but certain warlocks have had and do have premonitions of future events. Although, the future is uncertain, there are many possibilities, just when you think one thing is going to happen, another thing entirely does. Magic feels differently depending on what your using it for. You get this itch, like something is under your skin, it grows and grows. Sometimes it feels warm or hot, other times it’s ice cold. But you always feel it in your chest, it’s like a tsunami of power stirring there.

I love the idea that in Greek mythology, that Persephone was not this complete pushover that became Hades little plaything. In fact, the view I have of her is that she got a taste of the power and took a liking to it. She banished a man to the Field of Asphodel instead of Elysium and while she felt a little bit guilty, she mostly felt powerful.

After a while it became apparent to Hades that this sweet little thing he thought he had married was actually a sweeping monarch who fit her throne like a pen cap fits a pen. She was spoilt rotten growing up and it was showing in her nearly ruthless rule. Though she could be more merciful on occasion (she had a thing for reckless romance) she was mostly known for her rule as the Queen of the Underworld. When she left to stay with her mother, while Hades would miss his wife terribly he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. 

When she spent time with her mother, she brought with her the arrival of spring. Except, now that she was this powerful goddess, her tantrums were something to be feared as they manifested in the form of tsunamis and heat waves.

Honestly, I think Persephone became something to be feared.

Hey Angel

Soulmate AU - You see in only black and white until you meet.

Request from @thisisonebeautifullife

Your name: submit What is this?

It started when I was 12, I would randomly freeze when it started or I would wake up in a panic, the beautiful melody that would constantly awaken me became something that haunted me everyday. I learned to live with it but I could never figure out how it was possible for me to have a song that I’d never heard before in my life, swimming laps around in my head, rarely stopping for a break.

I was envious of everyone around me, those who got to see the world in colour. I knew the names of all the colours of the rainbow but I had no idea what they looked like. I could make out that some were lighter than others, when something was ‘yellow’ it showed as a lighter grey than ‘red’ but some shades were harder to tell apart than others.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I tried to accept the fact that I may never see the world the way others did but I just never could. Everyone has usually found their soulmate by my age and the only plausible reason as to why I hadn’t was one thing. My soulmate had died. Or that’s what my brain forced me to believe whenever utter loneliness consumed me. It was hard to believe anything else, but I wasn’t giving up, I could feel that they were still out there somewhere.

Harry’s POV

“Mate, it’s fine, you’ll find her one day.” Niall tried to reassure me for probably the millionth time. 

“No, Niall. I left this damn town because she wasn’t here, and I still can’t fucking find her. It’s just not going to happen for me.” My voice cracked at the end as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to expose my vulnerability.

“Harr-”

“Let’s just get to football practice.” I pushed passed him and headed towards the school oval. 

***

“Louis!” I called as Louis got the ball and began to dribble it down towards my position near the goal. He kicked it to me and I stuck my foot out, mustering as much force as I could in my swing to push it all the way. As it swung through the goal Liam came up behind me, patting me on the back.

“It’s good to have you back, man.” 

“It’s good to be back.” I said with a smile. I did miss my best friends.

Just as we were moving back to the middle of the football oval, I felt my stomach start to flutter, my heart rate picked up and my feet froze in place. 

“You okay, mate? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Louis asked, stopping beside Liam and I.

“Ye-Yeah. I’m fine, I just feel… I don’t know… weird.” I looked down at him in inquisitively, confusion surely lacing my features. He just nodded slightly, not really knowing what to say. Neither did I.

“Alright, come in,” Coach McNaughton called over, informing us of either an impending team meeting or new training idea of some sort. “Okay, I’m noticing that because it’s the first day back, you’re all sort of sticking to your usual friend groups and not playing together as a team. I’m going to split you into two random teams, Blue and Green, and we’ll play first to 3. Got it?” A chorus of ‘yes coach’ sounded around the team but I didn’t participate. I wouldn’t know what team I was on, I couldn’t tell the colours apart, all I saw was grey.

I slowly walked up to Coach McNaughton after everyone else had already received their sash, and gulped. I couldn’t help it, I was embarrassed that everyone else had found their soulmate and I hadn’t. Everyone else could see in colour and I couldn’t. I took the sash from him slowly, studying it intensely to see if I could tell any form of shade difference, but they were just too similar. 

“Is there a problem, Styles” Coach questioned. staring pointedly at me. 

“I-uh-I ca-”

“He can’t tell what colour he has. All he sees is black and white ‘cause hasn’t found his soulmate yet.” Aaron, the stereotypical popular jock dickhead, pointed out, making my face flush in embarrassment.

“Actually I can see black, white and grey.” I snapped back, making a few people snicker.

“Harry, you’re on Blue, my team.” Niall said sympathetically. 

“I can’t tell who’s who though.” I pointed out, shifting my gaze to Coach McNaughton. 

“Alright, Blue team, give me your sashes. It’s sashes against no sashes.”

***

“Good job, mate.” 

“Thanks, Nigel.” I laughed and he jokingly glared back at me. I was about to say something else when my face contorted into confusion once again, the feeling in the pit of my stomach had not gone away but it gradually kept getting stronger. 

I turned around and looked at all of my surroundings, my heart rate peaking when I looked over at the new bleachers, the crisp brightness of them making them stand out against the dark grey, almost black trees that lined the ground behind them. My eyes travelled down to the right side and I noticed a girl sitting on the ground, her back against the cool metal as she read the book in her lap. I swear I felt my heart stop and the puzzlement I felt only grew.

“Who’s that?” I asked no one in particular as Liam and Louis moved to join Niall and I.

“By the bleachers? That’s Y/n, she moved here about a year ago. Really sweet girl, quite quiet though, keeps to herself most of the time unless she’s with her friends.” Liam answered. The name sounded so beautiful and calming. Almost home-like and comforting, like I’d heard it before, like she was someone I knew.Except I was sure I had never met anyone by the name of Y/n before in my life.

“She sits there almost everyday by herself. I think her bus comes later or something so she just waits there.” Louis continued.

***

“See you tomorrow, Lads!” 

“See ya!”

“Bye, Harry!”

“Bye!” 

I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time and text my mum as I made my way over to the far end of the oval, beginning my walk home. As I was walking I began humming the song that I had made up when I was 13 years old. When I wrote it I had been half asleep, I woke up at about 4 in the morning with the sudden urge to write a song and as soon as I had put my pen on the worn out page of my journal I just couldn’t stop writing. The words flowed from me like a river. Every word I wrote meant something and it ended in my mum coming into my room at about 5:30 telling me to stop playing the guitar so early. Of course I didn’t listen and after the fourth time of her coming in she got how important that time was for me. 

“Dammit. Get out of my head.” I heard a small, irritated whisper come from my left. I looked over to find the girl that I had been notified went by the name of Y/n, and what I was met with took my breath away, turning my world upside down and filling me with a feeling of warmth and complete happiness.

***

Your POV

The damn song started playing in my head again and like usual I couldn’t get the sweet harmony to stop.

“Dammit. Get out of my head.” The moment those words fell from my lips I felt like eyes were burning into me. The odd feeling in that I had been experiencing in the pit of my stomach over the last hour or so, intensifying and the pulsing feeling of my heart grew more rapid, the warmth of what felt like fire in my chest igniting.

I looked up and it was like my whole world froze, the first thing I saw was green. Green. Beautiful, emerald coloured eyes. I don’t even know how I was able to identify the colour, I somehow just knew. 

Slowly everything around me started to glow and flourish in a mixture of bright colours. As much as I wanted to shift my gaze and look at the new world around me, I couldn’t. I was too fixated on the boy with striking forest green eyes. Realisation suddenly hit me, knocking the air out of my lungs, an almost inaudible gasp escaping my lips. It was him. He’s my soulmate.

His face mirrored my own as he experienced the same recognition and astonishment I did. I could tell that he too had been waiting for this for a long time. But I couldn’t tell whether he was happy about it or not. 

When I was younger, before my primary trepidation became that of the fact that my soulmate may be dead because of how far behind everyone else I was, my fear was rejection. All at once the breathtakingly pleasant feelings of happiness and unearthing were wiped clean from my mind, anxiety and apprehension washing over me like a tsunami. I stood motionless, building back up the walls that had fallen what felt like hours ago when in reality it was merely seconds.

The tall boy with silky chocolate brown hair stood frozen as well, but I couldn’t see the fear in his eyes that I was sure laced my own. Just as quickly as my emotions had already altered, they shifted again when he began to smile. His wide grin was reassuring and like a breath of fresh air as well as completely and utterly contagious. I couldn’t help the shy smile that graced my own features at sight of his dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes as he moved towards me carefully, as if I was a deer and he did not want to startle me. 

As he moved in front of me he gently lifted his hand to my cheek, his touch feather-like as he brushed his fingers against my skin.

Hey Angel.” 

I took in a sharp intake of breath as those words left his perfect, pink lips. Leaving me stunned at the irony of the song I grew to loathe because of the self-doubt it brought me, becoming one of my most treasured memories, all because the simple words of my soulmate.

“I’m Harry.” His voice was deep and heavenly, I could listen to it like a song on replay and never get tired of it.

“Y/n.” I managed to get out without much trouble at all, my usual hesitancy of talking to new people almost non-existent as I spoke to Harry like I’d known him my entire life.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, the shade of pink undeniably visible, just like I had been told happened whenever someone was embarrassed or flushed, not like I’d ever seen it for myself before.

My girl.”  I suddenly felt a warm wetness slide down my cheek, tears that I hadn’t even been aware of were gathering in my eyes, falling over my eyelashes. Harry reached up to wipe them away, a look of concern etched onto his face. I gave him a reassuring smile to silently tell him that I wasn’t crying because I was sad, I was happy.

“I waited for you for so long.” I let out an exasperated laugh at the fantastical likeness of this whole situation that was in fact real, there was no doubt about that. It was Harry’s turn to blush and I finally got to see what I had felt not long before, the pink creeping up his neck, settling on his cheeks and ears.

“I know the feeling.”

~ ࿁ ~ 

Hey Angel, the song that I had once damned, the song that had once haunted me suddenly became my lullaby. The song Harry would sing to me every night, whether it be over the phone or with him laying right beside me, or even on the same guitar I had learnt that he had used when he wrote it. We didn’t know how or why I was able to hear it playing in my head whenever he sang it, hummed it or even thought about it but we knew that it was our song. Something only he and I shared. It’s amazing to share something like that, the way did before we even knew each other existed and the way we do now. It’s amazing to finally be able to see in colour like everyone else our age, the way the bright shades danced in the sunlight was something I would forever adore, and I knew Harry felt the same. But above all, it’s absolutely incredible to be able share an incomparable and unbreakable bond with someone, someone you know will love and cherish you the same way you do them, forever.  

@arcane-aspirations​ replied to your post “sorry for the tsunami of litha posts lol”

Keep being one of my only connections to the holidaaayyyyy.

lol thanks I hope you are feeling the fiery summer vibes very strongly.
If I had more money and time I would be as extra as making claymation stories for each sabbat cause I am like that but I haven’t even starting writing the whole story I wrote for my witchy friend for Beltane lol. 
One day I will get around to making holiday fairy tale specials for all of us witches

10

It all seemed to be reasonably alright until

the pool had to be evacuated, everyone fled in panic because the tsunami was real and murasakibara just kind of remained sat in the middle of the empty pool. it was a shitty idea, and they will never try anything other than basketball ever again

Bonus: 

Haru is taking none of the Emperor’s shit

I am so sorry about this

friesian-girl  asked:

What about emotional tsunamis? As a Fe-aux (INFJ) I experience those more I'd like to. I'm constantly surrounded by negative people. I'm like a sponge. Instantly I feel their feelings as mine. For a long time I thought I had self-esteem issues. But I don't. When I'm alone I feel OK. Surrounded by people and my self-esteem hits the absolute bottom. Do ISFJs have similar problems?

Firstly, let me bring you into a little secret: you don’t feel their feelings as yours. Your Fe is projecting what you expect them to be feeling onto them. In other words, they might not be feeling what you think they are feeling.

I once told someone something and they turned to me, certain I was upset, and said, “Oh, I am so sorry! That must be so hard for you!” And I just stared at them with a confused look on my face and asked, “Why? I don’t care about that.” They gave me a patronizing look and patted my hand and said, “Oh, it’s okay to admit that you care.” “But I don’t,” I insisted. They didn’t believe me. Truth is, I was not faking not caring. I actually didn’t (and don’t) care. But being Fe, they assumed my feelings and I shrugged it off.

Now, as Fe… we tend to do that. We hear something, calibrate in our head how someone is SUPPOSED TO BE FEELING ABOUT IT (Fe and Ti), and then assume they are, so we super-impose this belief over reality. And this tends to really, really piss off Fi-users (they don’t like you assuming their feelings)… and confuse Fe-users, who just go away wondering, “Why did they assume that?”

Now, having said that, yes, Fe is impacted by its emotional environment, and when confronted with REAL FEELINGS it soaks them up and its mood shifts. People cry, you cry. You come to work all happy only to find everyone miserable and angry, your happy mood goes away and you start snapping at people, too. You cannot always stop this two way street of mirroring emotions and piling projections on top of them, because it’s just so easy to get sucked into it. You read The Fault in My Stars and start thinking about cancer, and people dying, and how hard that must be, and all the feelings that these kids are going through and the next thing you know you’re crying rivers of tears.

But… it’s not automatic. You choose to invest in it. You choose to see it as real. You choose to validate those emotions and let them continue on. It takes your focus for them to become ‘real’ in your mind and produce an emotional result. And because you are a Fe-aux, you have way less control over your reactions than a Fe-dom does (and those with Fe lower than you have even less control over these feelings and how they manifest), which means… you cry easier than a Fe-dom might. Your dominant perceiving function is detached from reality and contributes to the projection of Fe, by feeding it information. But you also have a potentially strong Ti, which you can use to rationalize through these feelings and banish them.

Still, I don’t think you should ‘see it’ in terms of lacking self-esteem, because you now know what is happening… you’re just mirroring and assuming things, and projecting emotions onto the circumstances and individuals around you. If it bothers you, you can learn to control it by developing your Ti so that before your emotions are triggered you can rationalize them (is this imaginary? are they really feeling that? do I want to feel this right now? is it worth having this emotion? what can I do to change the environment?).

Short response: yes, ISFJs also have this problem… but we can all learn to get control over it, if we really want to.

Figure Skating Days 2012 vol. 14: Yuzuru Hanyu Interview - Not Just my Doing

In a few years, when we look back, I think probably many people will remember Yuzuru Hanyu’s performance (at Nice) first.  His free program even infatuated people who happened to tune in on TV (then).  It was the performance of his soul.  We asked him to tell us about his last year looking back at the free program.

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I. Tsunami
The moment I realised I liked you, I told myself I couldn’t. A plethora of reasons forbade me to do so but the heart wants what it wants. I plunged headfirst into the ocean of you; swam in my hopes and dreams, only to drown in my emotions every time I swim ashore to reality.

You are the tsunami of emotions that I feel when I look into your eyes.

II. Earthquake
Albeit the warnings of the danger that looms, my heart was stubborn and foolish. The more time I spent with you, the more I learned about you, and the more I fell. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sudden magnitude of feelings I had for you, even after the tremors subsided.

You are an earthquake that has shattered my soul.

III. Tornado
That night, you kissed me with beautiful words and false hope. Empty promises whispered into my ear that would dance across my skin. I was swept up in your lies, my feet above the ground as I soar high above the city lights. I spiralled out of control and fell down to earth —wrecked.

You are a tornado that destroyed me.

IV. Drought
I hate to admit it but after you left, my heart cracked on every path you have walked on. A now barren land, incapable of supporting new life. How could you breed love when you lacked the necessity that kept it alive? The tears kept on falling even though I was parched.

You are the drought in your leaving.

V. Flood
Time passed and I have learned to heal by stitching the broken pieces with threads of sentences and patches of paragraphs. Writing is my remedy but why is it every time I pick up my pen, all I ever write about is you?

You are the flood of memories that haunts my mind.

—  synsynish
Iwata Karen G+ after the incident for the first time

I am sorry for not posting anything these days.

First, I have to apologize to the fans who still wanted to meet their oshi, but asked to go home at halfway, the AKB48 fans who worried and felt uneasy, for the inconvenience and  worry might caused by that sad incident. I am terribly sorry.

First of all, I just fell so sad.

My favorite hometown, Touhoku. After that earthquake, we were supported and encouraged by so many AKB group members and staffs…..

I felt really sad as a citizen of Touhoku, that this kind of miserable incident happened at Touhoku, the area supported and encouraged a lot.

I don’t even know where should I hit the anger to. I just feel terribly sorry for Kawaei-san, Annin-san who injured.

But even at that kind of extreme situation, only one young man who tried to protect that 2 girls even he might lose his own life was there. 

One of a staff, and also a part-time worker, a Hagashi.

I heard that he tried to grab the saw when that culprit start to attack Kawaei-san and Annin-san using his bare hand.
And he lives in the areas where had the most huge damage during the Tsunami at Sendai.
If he wasn’t there, the two girls might had more serious injury.

Please, please don’t you forget there was a brave young man who tried to protect the girls risked his life.
I hope he also become better as soon as possible.


And, Kawaei-san, Annin-san.

I was happened to be with the two member in the same team after the promote to team 4.

They are both the members who always laugh even under a tough situation, and really take cares of friends

They get injured at their body and of course, also get injured at their heart.
I am sure they must be considering not to cause us worry and try to laugh at this moment. 
I just fell like want to meet them two, just want to meet them as soon as possible.

Sorry there might be some mistakes in my translation.

Karen’s post deserves you to read once.

5SOS Preference - UNI

A/N.: Inspired on Ed Sheeran’s song UNI (duh?)

Luke (his POV)

“I found your hairband on my bedroom floor
The only evidence that you’ve been here before”

I wake up thanks to the sunlight hitting my face, and I mentally curse myself for not closing the curtains last night. I give a quick glance to the clock next to my bed -8:27- that means I still have left another half an hour or so of sleep before I gotta get up to get ready and head to the radio for today’s interview.There’s no case in going back to sleep though, I’m already awake. So instead I just turn, and I find myself now facing the opposite side of my room, where my first guitar rests against the wall. I stare at it for a few minutes, half-smiling, thinking of how it all started and where I am now… Until something caughts my attention in my peripheral vision. I fix my eyes on it, and it takes me a few seconds to figure out what it is: A black hairband, the one (Y/N) used to wear sometimes… I wonder how is it possible that it’s still here, since it has been almost 8 months since we broke up. -She must have forgotten to take it with her when she moved out- A voice in my head suggests. -You don’t say…- Answers another voice sarcastically. I shake my head slightly, telling those annoying voices (not schizophrenic voices, but inner ones) to shut up. -It’s actually not impossible that it is where it is right now, she probably randomly threw it there last time we had sex and then forgot to pick it up, like a lot of other times.- I think. The last time we had sex… Damn, if I had known in that moment that it was going to be the last time… If had known the last time I kissed her that it was going to be the last time I did it, I would have never stopped. Whatever, there’s nothing I can do now, when we broke up she made things pretty clear. But still, here is her hairban now, more than half a year later, on my bedroom floor, the only evidence left that she’s been here before, and once again I’m amazed by how much things can change in the space of only one year.

“And I don’t get waves of missing you anymore
They’re more like tsunami tides in my eyes”

It’s been months since the break up, and eventhough I haven’t got to get depressed about it too often (it has been a quite busy few months for the band), it doesn’t mean I don’t think about her at all. I still miss her. Damn, of course I do, I miss her as hell! It’s almost as if she had took away a piece of me with her (as cheesy as it sounds), and sometimes, when I’m feeling weak enough, I let that emptyness in my chest spread to all my body like tsunami tides. Because that’s what it feels like to be without her, not waves, but huge tsunami tides that threaten with breaking me everytime I can’t hold them in anymore. And the worst part is that I know it won’t get better with time, because all it had done until now is get worse (If that’s even possible).

I also know there is absolutely nothing I can do to get (Y/N) back, and that is, in great part, my fault. The night we fought she was rather cranky, and I gotta admit my attitude wasn’t exactly helping her mood neither…

-flashback-

“LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS I’M TALKING TO YOU” Yells (Y/N), unplugging the tv.

“WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)?! I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME RIGHT THERE!” I yell standing up from the couch. She ignores my complain and yells back: “I TOLD YOU TO PICK THE DAMN TOWEL FROM THE FLOOR. I’VE ASKED YOU TO DO IT A BILLION TIMES!! IS THERE A PART YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND?!”

“Aaagh…”

“Oh, please, forgive me my lord if I have disturbed you! YOU MUST BE REALLY TIRED FROM SITTING ON YOUR ASS ALL DAY DOING NOTHING BUT PLAYING YOUR STUPID VIDEO GAMES AND EATING WHAT I COOK!”

“Well, I AM TIRED OF YOUR SHIT!”

"EXCUSE ME?!?!”

Oh, Luke, I’m so tired, would you massage my back?“ I mimic her, her eyes going wide open in indignation ”Oh, Luke, I’ve got a closet overflowing of clothes and shoes, let’s go to the mall and buy some more! Oh, Luke, watch me eat this whole box of chocolates to then complain I’m fat, and you better tell me I’m not otherwise you won’t get sex tonight!

“Ugh! I knew this would eventually happen if I dated someone as immature as you!”

“Then why haven’t you left me yet, Miss I’m older and more mature than you?!”

"Actually, I don’t know why have I endured you this whole time!” She exclaims walking out of the living room and into our bedroom.

“And what is that suppose to mean?!”

“I’M MOVING OUT, YOU IDIOT!”

Like I said, when we broke up she made things pretty clear: After packing up all of her stuff (I still don’t know how she managed to gathered literally all of her stuff in less than half an hour) except for the already mentioned hairband, she yelled at me, and I’m quoting here, “WE’RE BEYOND OVER! Never ever ever call me again, Lucas, I never want to see you nor know anything about you in my life!! And if you ever come after me be ready to receive a kick on the balls from me cuz that’s all you’ll ever get!” Lovely, isn’t she?

Michael (his POV)

“Never getting dry, so I get high, smoke away the days
Never sleep with the light on
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye
And I’m still drunk by the end of the night
I don’t drink like everybody else
I do it to forget things about myself
Stumble and fall with the head spin I got
My mind’s with you but my heart’s just not.”

Another night high and drunk, staring at the ceiling of my apartment in the almost total dark, if it wasn’t for the moonlight that manages to enter through the half opened window, drawing strange shapes on the cieling that don’t seem to make sense. It’s been like this the past two and a half weeks, smoking away the days, in and attempt to forget about her, and if not, at least make time pass by faster and make my life a bit more bearable, drinking to forget. I just can’t stop thinking about her, she’s there everywhere I go, everything reminds me of her. I can’t even close my eyes without seeing a vivid image of her behind my eyelids.

“So am I close to you anymore, if it’s over
And there’s no chance that we’ll work it out
That’s why you and I ended over U.N.I.
And I said that’s fine
But you’re the only one that knows I lied.”

-flashback-

“Mikey, we need to talk….” Says (Y/N) as she plays with her hands nervously -Fuck, there’s not a good sentence that has ever started with “we need to talk”-. I pause my game and quickly turn to her.

“Yeah? What’s wrong…?”

“I…” She takes a deep breath a looks up at me. “I think we should break up.” I swallow.

“And why’s that?” I ask her in a barely audible whisper.

“We…” She sighs and looks away. “It’s not the same anymore, Mikey, we can’t deny it.” I slightly nod, but she isn’t looking at me. “And I believe the best for both of us would be to… You know, go or own ways, we don’t want the same things right now, and this relationship is not doing any good to any of us both.” She finally looks at me again, biting her lip nervously. She’s about to cry, I can tell.

“Is this because I’m away too much? Cuz we can fix that! You know? We can work this out, I know it. You could join us on tour! Or…” She interrupts me shaking her head.

“It’s not just that, Mikey. It’s… A lot of things, really. There’s no chance that we’ll work it out, not at this point. I’m sorry.” I see pain in her eyes, but I also see determination, and I know her well enough to know there’s nothing I can say to make her change her mind. I nod, looking away from her.

“Okay.” I manage to say (Although I don’t know how.). “It’s… It’s fine. Totally fine.” I nod again, more in a way to convince myself though.

“I’m glad you understand.” She says in a whisper. I look up at her, and I know she knows just as well that I do that that is just a big, fat lie. It’s NOT fine,I’m not fine at all with this.

“The fact that I understand doesn’t mean I agree but… Yeah, whatever, I guess.” I don’t mean to say it, it was just a thought, but it escapes my lips before I can stop it. That’s when she breaks into tears.

“I’m sorry! Ok? I’M REALLY SORRY! I don’t mean to hurt you Mikey, I swear! Believe me when I say this is as hard for me as it is for you…!”

“Why are you doing it, then?!” I interrupt her.

“I TOLD YOU! We don’t want the same things anymore! And keeping a long distance relationship is pretty hard, what’s the point on doing it when the relationship is going nowhere?! I thought… I swear I thought we could work this out. Damn, I wanted it to work it out so bad. But again, this is producing us nothing but pain and…”

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing, but I don’t feel like picking it up, so I just keep laying down, staring at the ceiling, until finally it stops ringing. That’s when I notice the music coming from the radio. It has been turned on for hours now, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it until now.

“I remember the day you told me you were leaving…” A short, bitter laugh escapes my lips. How ironic is it that just now I feel actually identified with this song. I relate to the words in a way I had never done with any other song.

“I remember the make up running down your face…” I sing along, my voice barely audible.

 I close my eyes, cursing myself for letting (Y/N) go, and I let myself relive the moments I spent with her, out of pure masochism.

Calum (his POV)

“Everybody said we’d be together forever
But I know that I never wanna settle down, come around
Break up the love like lego now.”

"We were the it couple”, that’s what everyone always said, our friends and family, the 5sos fam, even the media. "The lucky ones”, they said. They practically had our wedding planned and had named our children… But now it’s all over. We were never the ones to imagine ourselves in the future as a couple, we had always agreed on leaving the moment and not worry about what could happen in the future until it happened, because everything is uncertain. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it”, we used to say. Despite that, a few days ago, as we were walking home hand in hand after dinner (we were celebrating our third anniversary), (Y/N) decided to bring it up.

“Cal…” She said hesitant. “I want to ask you something…”

“Hm?”

“I… I know we agreed on not talking about this, but… have you ever thought of us in the future?”

“In the future?”

“Yeah, you know…” She stopped walking, and so did I. “Like… Married and with kids..?”

“(Y/N)…”

“I’m sorry! I know you don’t like talking about this, and I agree with you that there is no point in rushing things and things are perfect just like they are now but…”

“But what?”

“It’s our third anniversary, Cal, and… I don’t know, I guess I just needed to know if this is going somewhere.” She shakes her head. “You know what? Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She turned again to keep walking but I pulled her back.

“What do you mean with "going somewhere”? You think it’s not?”

“No, Cal! Seriously, I… I don’t even know what I was trying to say anymore. Just forget it, it’s not important, ok?” She tried to convince me, but I knew her well enough to know there wass something else about it that she wasn’t saying.

“(Y/N)…” She just stared at the ground. “Please just tell me what’s bothering you. We agreed on not rushing things but we also agreed on telling each other everything and never lying.” She sighed. “If you want me to ask you to marry me…”

“No, Cal, God damn it! I mean yeah, I want to marry you, of course I do…!” she stopped talking when she looked up at me.

“Continue, it’s ok. I want to know what you think.” I said trying to sound as neutral as possible.

“I’m not saying I want to get married NOW, but… I just want to know if you want us to ever get married. We never talk about this and lately it’s been worrying me that we never will and…”

"We won’t.” I interrupted her quickly. She takes a step back, snorting.

“No need to sugar coat it, Calum” She said sarcastic.

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth!”

“Then why didn’t you say something before?!”

“I thought it was pretty clear!!”

“Well, it was not!! We agreed we would not rush things up, not that we would never be serious!!!”

“What?! We are serious, (Y/N)!”

“Ha, yeah sure! I don’t know what’s your idea of serious but…”

"It’s a three year long relationship something not serious for you?!”

“Not if it’s going nowhere!”

“THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD BREAK UP!”

“MAYBE WE SHOULD! WE’RE OVER, HOOD!!”

"FINE BY ME, (Y/L/N).”

“FINE!”

“FINE!!”

And that, basically, is how I ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me. I broke up our love like lego, and now I regret it a damn lot.

Ashton (his POV)

“Everything’s great but not everything’s sure
But you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus”

When (Y/N) and I first started dating everything was great. Every moment I spent with her I got more and more into her. We were the same, but opposites at the same time (if that makes any sense), and I actually thought she may be the one for me. But, sadly, not everything’s sure and, eventually, our relationship was not the same anymore, which is not hard to believe, really, with all that was going on:

1. We were apart a lot. I basically lived in a tour bus, while she was at college. Although, it was harder for her, I gotta be fair here; I missed her as hell, of course, but being on tour was not what I’d called awful (I mean, I got to go to a lot of new places I had never been at before, I got to meet a lot of fans, too (And that was hella awesome, you don’t have an idea.), almost every night I got to play our music with my best friends, just to name a few silver linings). So yeah, basically, it was hard for me to be apart from her for such long periods of time, but I was leaving my dream, so I just had to suck it up. And of course I was pretty busy most of the time, which led to barely having time to call her or even text her.

2. As much as we didn’t love the idea of it, the media talked about us (and that was a fact), which if it was rather overwhelming for me, it probably was even more for her (no matter how many times she told me she was ok dealing with it because she loved me and it was worth it, I knew her well enough to realize she wasn’t completely telling the truth.)

3. Eventhough most of the fam loved her almost as much as I did, there still were a few mean girls who’d do nothing but say hurtful things to her. And, just as the previous point, no matter how much she denied it, I knew it affected her. God, of course it did! 

And, eventually, all of this piled up, until it made her explode.

-flashback-

We were just arriving to the hotel when my phone rang, the caller id said it was (Y/N) so I quickly answered.

”(Y/N), hi! I’m sorry we haven’t talked much lately but we’ve been busy as hell and barely get any time to even sleep and I was just about to call you, I swear!“

"Hi, Ash.” Her tone of voice was not as cheerful as always, I could tell.

“Hey! What’s wrong?”

“I have something to tell you…”

“Please not that you are pregnant.” I say half joking-half serious. She slightly laughs, and the tension leaves her voice for a few seconds.

“No, don’t worry, it’s not that.”

“Uf, great. But what is it then, it sounds serious…”

“Uhmm, yeah, it rather is… I, uhm… Ash, I’m sorry…” She says, starting to cry, “…but I think we should break up.”

“What?” I whisper weakly.

“I-I can’t stand this anymore, Ash, I’m so so so-sorry. But I just c-can’t, it’s too much fo-for me.” She manages to say between sobs. “And I-I’m sorry I’m doing this-s on the phone, I d-didn’t want to bu-but…” I sigh.

“It’s… it’s ok, (Y/N). Don’t worry, I get it.” I comfort her, my voice still weak.

“Like our last kiss, it was perfect
We were nervous, on the surface
And I’m always saying everyday that it was worth it
Pain is only relevent if it still hurts.”

And no matter how much time has passed, I still can’t forget her. especially that last time I saw her: When I had to leave for tour and she went to the airport with me. I still remember our last kiss, which was perfect. We were nervous as hell since we didn’t know what would happen from then eventhough we had agreed on not breaking up, but still…

But I try to not be too sad that it’s all over now because, although it was not much, those few months I spent with her were totally worth it, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Also, pain is suppose to be good in part, right? It means it mattered. This is what I tell myself everyday to try and get over her, but no matter how many times I repeat it, most of me still wishes it had worked out between us.

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A/N: Ook, hi there! Thanks a lot if you read this, I got inspired the other day as I listened to the song and I just had to write it haha and idk idk I quite like how it turned out but I don’t love it and idk should I do a part two? please give me your opinion!! My ask is open and I gladly receive comments, suggestions, critics and stuff!!

And uhm yeah haha basically I hope you liked it! And I’m sorry if it’s crappy, still new at this! 

FEEDBACK IS MASSIVELY APPRECIATED!!!!!

Lots of love! <3

My first winter without you was so awful. The rain falling from the sky burned my skin almost as bad as you leaving did. The dark grey sky looked as dead as your eyes the morning you told me you no longer loved me. The morning after the thunderstorm the air was so cold it felt like my bones would break without your touch.
Spring wasn’t too bad, it felt less heavy. I was still seeing your reflection in the puddles of rain from the night before but the flowers were blooming beautifully just like I prayed my happiness once would. Summer was hot. It reminded me of your “I love you’s” felt on my neck. The days were longer which meant more time to make sure my heart was still beating, I was pretty sure you killed me with your unexpected goodbye. And when it was Fall again I remembered that it should be our 3 year anniversary. You probably forgot because you’re celebrating your 1 year with her. I had just gotten the water out of my lungs and I had just learned to breathe but oh God it feels like a Tsunami in my chest tonight.
—  four seasons without you
Pilot to my Ship.

We all know about the pilot chapter Tite-sama created that was rejected-blah blah-and came back to be the Bleach we all know and love.

Originally posted by daysitaa

And personally, I am going to explain why this Pilot Chapter brought the Ichihime feels back like a tsunami. Lol, this was a long time ago. But I’ll bring back my feels.

The fact that Orihime was one of the main characters that stayed, along with her feelings toward Ichigo got me right in the heart. No joke, I was surprised she was introduced in the manga and on the first chapter rather than later on.

And we had Ichigo ask about her father, and she is still acting like a blushing dork. No need to be embarrassed Ichigo.

Ugh, my heart can’t take your obliviousness Ichigo. Or the way you speak about her…but please go on. After all she is just a classmate…don’t worry about her.

I wasn’t even surprised Rukia hinted on his own feelings-but you know-my opinion.

They are so f*cking cute, and then I was subjected to see them still be the adorable dorks around each other.

Like, Seriously…you two…


Rukia teasing Ichigo with his own feelings for Orihime…she still does it here and there in the manga. But right here I was shot with shipper bullets.

Yeah, sure Ichigo she is only just a classmate

“Just a classmate”..that’s why you wish luck for her…which is sweet.

But did you really need to bring up how sad you would be when you would see her off-how you forced yourself not to cry for her…

I love how he sweeps in like a bad-ass-no a knight in shining armor-to save Orihime. I feel this nostalgic memory or deja vu…

At least here, he wasn’t clueless and understood that Orihime likes him

Oh my…I cried a little

But then I got the cute feels overwhelm me once more (plus some Rukia being adorable as always <3).

I can’t…I just can not take these cute dorks.

Orihime…you should have let him take in the fact you love him. My silly Hime

This only fueled my Ichihime heart, if that’s even possible.

Is there a consolation prize
for loving you still, is there
money in the mail to compensate
for my bruised knuckles, the door
I punched, the seventeen scars
on my thigh, & all those times
you disappointed me? I look
in the mirror & all I can think
is that some part of you
must hate some part of me.
I am a whirlwind of feeling.
I am pointed attacks, the accusation,
the one holding the mirror to the flaws
& truths you want to ignore. I am the tsunami
crashing into the home you have made,
the sunshine eyes that stop you dead,
the ‘everything changes from here’ sign ahead.
I am the girl who loves the one thing
you hate the most, the girl who loves you.
When you wish everyone would give up
on you, when you write yourself a lost cause,
because it’d be easier to lay down & die,
I’m the girl who won’t loosen her grip,
the girl who won’t let you forget, the one
who waters the grave, the girl who forgives.
My soul is your confessional booth. My skin;
your diary. I whisper the name Arizona. I place
reminders in your mind. I write poetry
just to let you know that I’m still here
& I’ve never been one to accept a loss
without breaking her nails on another go.
I think everything can be saved.
I’m throwing life rafts. I’m handing you the knife.
Cut yourself free of the net & hang on for dear life.
Somehow, I’m going to get us home.
—  Moriah Pearson (mooneyedandglowing)

anonymous asked:

Little WA things I love: Barry's voice when he said "I love you, Iris". Iris' face and voice when Barry got injected with toxic chemicals while hooked up to the particle accelerator. Barry's quick kiss on the cheek at Nora's graveyard and more. 😭

I love them too and you just gave me an excuse to ramble about them.

I love that he whispered it, but it was still uttered with so much certainty, but also a hint of caution. He closed his eyes because he knew he was taking a huge risk. And the fact that he hugged her just made it so much more vulnerable and authentic to me, because he knows after this, nothing is going to be the same again. It all goes back to his fear of losing the people he loves. He knows if he makes this confession, there’s a possibility he could lose Iris, and I don’t think he was just talking about the possibility of losing her friendship (or at least altering it) because he fears she might not be able to be normal friends again after this or be friends the way that they used to be, but it’s also a fear of losing the possibility of a romance with Iris if that makes sense. All those hopes and dreams of wanting to be with her are now put to the test. If she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, then he loses that sort of aspiration/optimism. That doesn’t mean he’ll cut her off or stop being her friend or anything, but the loss of a possibility, especially if it’s something you’ve wanted for so long is really hard to accept. Especially since his love for Iris was what helped him with his trauma.

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