i had such a hard picking what to put in this


21 years of progression. I have very specific memories of when I was younger. I remember crying in bed for god to make me a girl. I begged and pleaded every night that I would wake up the next morning with the right parts in the right body and every day I woke up in disappointment. I remember going through my mom’s wardrobe on more than one occasion and showing her what I put on. I remember picking the girl characters in any video game I ever played.

For years I would have people refer to me as a girl with a variety of different names. I would ask them to do my make up or let me borrow their clothes. All I thought about, all I wanted to do was girly things.

Going through puberty and not having my body develop the way I wanted to was a hard blow to handle. Things were different when I was younger and still had a high voice and softer features.

Figuring out the way boys act with each other was a wake up call as well. I wasn’t like them I didn’t want to do the things they wanted to do. I flocked to the the feminine my whole life. If I tried to put it out of mind, it wouldn’t last long. This wasn’t a phase this was who I was.

I hid who I was for too long. I cared what others thought about me and I let that dictate my actions. I couldn’t continue this or things would only get worse. Finally transitioning was the most incredible thing that could have happened to me. Finally I was on the right track I was doing what made me happy. I was living my life authentically as a woman. I was being myself.

This is something I know I’ve not only wanted but needed. I don’t know where I’d be if I’d even be anywhere if it wasn’t for transitioning. I’m in a body I can be comfortable with and I can flaunt my femininity without shame. I have always been a girl and nobody will tell me otherwise.

Trans and proud.

ok but consider: cheerleader Neil Josten


- so we all know neil’s mom said he couldn’t play exy

- you know what the next best thing to playing exy is

- obsessively watching exy and cheering for it

- his mom didn’t really mind (well, he did at first, but neil somehow convinced her it wasn’t terrible) as long as he didn’t get attached to a squad and shit

- boy picked up so much skill from local cheer gyms everywhere

- he trained sO HARD (like half because if he was better they put him closer to the game so he had a better view)

- his tumbling passes were legendary. with his speed he could do the craziest shit like so many back handsprings. a back tuck. crazy twists and everything.

- even though he’s a guy he’s still soooo short

- at one point his coach decided to make him a f l y e r - like this little 5"3 muscular ass boy getting tossed like 20 feet in the air by these peppy girls in short skirts - just imagine

- he kept going until sometime before his mom died, when he realized he might have put a bit too much effort into the sport. people don’t see boy flyers and pass it off, and one of his teams almost made it big. almost- neil’s mom made him mess up their last routine and they left shortly after crippling the squad’s chances at nationals

- neil never really cheered again after his mom died, but he sometimes watched the vixens’ routines, mentally noting their strengths and weaknesses and what they could do with them, but he never said anything because he only knew katelyn and… it’s katelyn

- no one knows about his cheer days. not even andrew. uNTIL

- one day neil is out running and hey look up ahead near the exy stadium it’s the vixens holding practice

- he’s totally just gonna go right by them because exy but then he hears some shouting

- as he gets closer he sees some guys trying to talk to the vixens. from the look of their body language and the girls’ tense stances, it’s not going well

- neil gets closer and hears some very rude and derogatory things being said

- he promptly tells them to fuck off, may have added a threat or two. the guys bail.

- the vixens tell him they had it covered but thanks anyway, and one is like “hey, you wanna have a real practice today?” like totally joking

- neil’s brain is like fuck it

-  “yeah sure can you guys fly me in a basket double twist”

- who are you and what have you done with our starting striker

- neil just basically joins their practice

- katelyn’s reaction was priceless

- not as priceless as andrew’s expression when he sees his boyfriend being thrown into the air by a bunch of cheerleaders on the way to practice

I binged all of oxenfree and I LOVE it so I wanted to make some jack fanart of it~
I don’t know if Jack will ever see it but if he ever does I just want to say thank you for being so awesome. My dad died at the end of November 2015 and I spend all year hiding in my room. I stopped drawing, i stopped wanting to socialize, and i didnt let anyone come over to see me ever. It was so hard getting out of bed everyday and go to work but i had to y'know. The entire time I watched @markiplier and @therealjacksepticeye RELIGIOUSLY and I just sat there watching them grow and be so passionate about their job and what they do and seeing them so happy everyday made me start feeling happy. I’d laugh along with them and smile and eventually I decided to pick up my pencil and sketchbook again. At first it was little doodles but something turned on in my head and I got serious again. I just put in music and draw all day and I’m legitimately happy again. I know jack and mark aren’t physically here but watching those silly videos made me feel like I wasn’t alone through the whole thing and I was like I really was spending time with friends. I hope this all makes sense and doesn’t just sound like nonsense.
So I guess this whole rant thing I’m going on about is to just try to express how happy I am to have found jack and mark and to say thank you for being there for me.. ❤
- Monica

you shattered me.

everyday, i try to forget your name
but it’s stuck to the tip of my tongue
and i don’t want to taste you anymore

you gave up and ran from me, jumping
headfirst into some other set of arms
almost immediately after i shattered

a million fucking pieces

you shattered me into
a million pieces, babe

the feeling ripped away
all of the hope i ever had
for things to return to the
way they were when we left
and headed west to tennessee

my memories are hard to erase
but it just gets easier everyday

now that you’ve replaced me
there’s no way i’d chase you

and i still couldn’t break you

into a million fucking pieces
the same way you shattered me

but i’m picking up my pieces, babe

what more could i need?

Don't Go, Newt

A/N: This wasn’t a request, I just wrote it to make myself feel better.

You had been dating Newt for almost a year now but this part of the month was still very hard for both of you. You, because you were in unimaginable amounts of pain and Newt because he hated to see you hurting.

This month was particularly bad, you didn’t want to get out of bed and you were freezing cold, no matter the amount of blankets Newt piled on top of you. You had been crying for what felt like hours, you’re groans of pain waking up everybody else. Newt was sitting beside you, looking at you with concern.

“I’m so cold Newt”, you said.

Without thinking Newt picked up the edge of the blanket and snuggled in next to you.

“Snuggle in closer”, he said, putting his arm around you, rubbing your back. You rested your head on his chest, enjoying his warmth.

“This is nice”, you said.

“Feel better?”, Newt asked.

“No, but at least this is comforting.”

Tina walked in, “How is she?”, she questioned.

“Not good”, Newt said.

Tina handed Newt a heat pack, instructing him to place it on your stomach.

“How does that feel?”, Newt asked.

“Good”, you sighed, snuggling in closer.

You stayed like that for a while, until Queenie came in with a tray which included a cup of tea and some homemade chocolates.

“I made you some tea, and Jacob made you some chocolates. I added some herbs to them, it’ll will help with the pain, now eat.”

You reached up and took a chocolate, they were delicious.

“Thank you, Queenie”, you said.

“Did they help?”, Newt asked.

“I’m still sore but better”, you said and yawned. “Don’t go Newt”, you said sleepily.

“I won’t”, he said but you didn’t hear because you’d already fallen asleep.

seesgood  asked:

gosh darn it barb steroline is totally abusive. do you see how VIOLENTLY HE LOVES HER? no? gosh. so delusional. or how about like THE WAY THAT HE JUST VERY TIGHTLY PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER SOMETIMES? abusive i tell you A B U S I V E or how about that time that they had sex against that wall? yeah man he pushed her just a liiiiittle too hard. and he punched tyler in front of her what a DICK. and then ya know that time when he MARRIED HER how manipulative. what an ass. call protective services.

I literally spit out my drink when I got this ask. Bahhahahaha. Yes. He’s such a dick. I mean what a jerk. Can’t believe he made her a Salvatore and you know loved her until the moment he died. What a bastard. 

How DARE he pick her up without her permission

Dammit Stefan stop cuddling her so rough

*flips table* Did she say you could take her hand????

anonymous asked:

I know this is borderline speculation but, do you have any thoughts on what Isshin Matoi must've reacted when he heard how Ryuko became a delinquent?

I see a number of different facets to the situation.

Becoming a “full-blown juvenile delinquent,” as Ryuko puts it, isn’t something that happens overnight. When Ryuko reminisces about her childhood (episode 8), you can see this:

Little Ryuko wasn’t violent, angry, and picking fights. She was sad and hurt and felt abandoned by her father.

It’s only when Ryuko’s a bit older that she starts causing trouble:

And this is when Isshin would probably acknowledge that Ryuko was going down a bad path.

With such a realization, there comes the question of why? Why did Ryuko “turn bad,” as she puts it, and become violent? The answer—or answers—lends itself to a multitude of interpretations regarding Isshin’s feelings on the situation.

On the one hand, I think there’s something profoundly sad about Ragyo’s assertion that Isshin/Soichiro had tried so hard to seal away Ryuko’s Life Fibers (episode 21). While perhaps doing so was Isshin’s desperate attempt to give Ryuko a normal, non-super-human life, it could also be argued that he went through all that effort because he was afraid of her.

Isshin, after all, knew of the destructive, vile nature of Life Fibers. He spent years married to Ragyo Kiryuin, he told Satsuki that she’d “become a slave to clothing” as soon as she wore Junketsu, and his entire life goal became stopping the Life Fibers and their plan to destroy the Earth.

Accordingly, maybe whenever Isshin looked at his daughter, all he could really see was this dark evil that he tried so hard to keep inactive and hidden. Maybe all he could see was her mother, Ragyo Kiryuin, who his daughter is just like (and Ragyo is the kind of horrible that doesn’t especially need explaining).

So, maybe when Isshin first began getting phone calls from the school about Ryuko’s behavior, or letters sent to his home, he thought it was just as expected. Ryuko is filled with malicious alien parasites, and there’s no escaping that fact. You can’t expect a child literally fused with monsters to be a good child.

But I think such an interpretation is (mostly) unlikely, given Isshin’s interactions with Ryuko and his character song, “I want to know,” which is filled with regret over how he had treated her.

I just have trouble imagining a man who thinks of his daughter as a no-good monster willingly taking her hand into his to comfort her (he’d probably do anything to avoid contact if he did see her in such a light), and I have just as much trouble imagining him going out of his way to get a professionally-done photograph of the two of them to put in a frame. Unless Isshin is a master manipulator, I suppose, but in that case: damn that’s impressive, man.

But mostly, consider “I want to know.” A poignant line from the piece is, “How long you had to wait for me,” which you could take a number of ways, but I think it harkens back to the question of why Ryuko started picking fights in the first place.

At the top of this post, I pointed out that Ryuko wasn’t anything like a delinquent at first. But she was sad. She was made fun of—probably, in my mind, for being sensitive and emotional. I can imagine her calling her father many times in her boarding school, telling him how she misses him, that she wants to go home, that she’s being teased, and so on—and I can imagine Isshin brushing her off and essentially ignoring her. Whatever his reasons (which I’ve explored in more detail here), Isshin wanted to distance himself from his daughter.

In short, though, Ryuko wasn’t getting any positive, loving attention when she was sent away. Her peers ridiculed her, and her father ignored her. There’s often the argument that children looking for positive, loving attention from parental figures will “act out” in order to get any attention at all, and I could see that being plausible for Ryuko (at least partially). If her father wouldn’t listen to her concerns, maybe he would do something if she caused him trouble. It’s probably a pain in the arse to try to do ~science~ when you keep getting calls from the school about your troublesome daughter, after all.

But at the same time, Ryuko was just fighting back. With no love and no one to turn to, Ryuko stopped idly taking the pain. She took action—and hid away her feelings. No one would get to her anymore.

If Isshin had been the loving, caring parent that Ryuko wanted more than anything, I severely, severely doubt that she would have grown into a delinquent. She doesn’t particularly seem to like this aspect of herself, and in her perfect fantasy world (episode 20), there is no sign of her angry and violent personality traits. All Ryuko wanted was love, and her becoming a delinquent—as cheesy or clichéd as it might sound—was the direct result of not having any.

So, back to Isshin’s, “How long you had to wait for me,” I read the line as, “How long you had to wait for my love.” Isshin wanted—for whatever reasons—to distance himself from Ryuko, but there’s something profoundly sorrowful and regretful in their final encounter, which “I want to know” details. 

Ryuko claims it took her ‘til high school to become that “full-blown juvenile delinquent,” and when she last sees her father, that aspect of her is on full display. The way Ryuko dresses, talks, holds herself, etc.—it all screams “Japanese delinquent”—and Isshin must realize it’s his fault. He, in his distancing and ignoring of his daughter, led her down this road. Ryuko was always waiting for her father to love her, and when he finally wants to reveal everything, he dies.

I think, deep down, Isshin was always saddened to hear of Ryuko’s struggles. Any phone calls she might have made expressing that she missed him probably tore at him. Any phone calls from the school saying she beat some kids up probably bothered him just as much. 

But Isshin buried such feelings much like Ryuko buried hers; if he focused on anything of the sort, he wouldn’t get his work done. The world would never be saved.

In the end, though, the fact that Isshin did internalize his feelings and didn’t let Ryuko in is clearly one of his greatest regrets.

Immure: \ih-MYOO r\ - to shut in; seclude or confine.

Laughter filled the guildhall, the dormitory, even the town wasn’t left untouched by the noise. He couldn’t escape it, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many walls he put up around himself. People smiled at him when they passed by, they asked him how his day was. The actions of these people seemed so foreign to him. He didn’t understand how they could be so kind to him after everything he had done.

Gajeel had always followed directions. He did what he had to in order to survive. The only thing to show him love disappeared out of nowhere, leaving him alone. That day he lost his laughter, his joy, his father. He had been picked up by Phantom Lord at a young age. There he learned about rage, pain, and power. That’s all that mattered to a Phantom Lord mage. There was no laughter, no smiling, no love. He had been used as a pawn in Jose’s evil game of chess.  When Makarov offered a position at Fairy Tail, Gajeel was dumbfounded. He had reluctantly agreed in the end.

Someone like him didn’t belong in a place like this. He didn’t deserve to be treated so warmly by the same people he had recently attacked. He was a part of the guild he singlehandedly destroyed only months ago. The guilt weighed down on him every time he took a step inside the guildhall, but nothing compared to the pain he felt whenever he saw that small, fiery blue-haired mage. When she was in the same room he found it difficult to breathe. All he could do was picture her pinned to that tree, the desperate look she had given him before he knocked her out, her gut-wrenching screams…

She had been the most accepting of him joining Fairy Tail, going as far as defending him when the other guild members questioned his accountability to the guild. She tried initiating conversation every time she saw him, giving him that soft smile she had. It was the same smile she’d give him when she’d catch him staring at her while she was reading a book, her eyes would lock onto his, her glasses slipping down her nose ever so slightly. Gajeel tried to avoid her when he could. He didn’t understand why she was so insistent on talking to him.

Gajeel sat at a vacant table, enjoying a hot meal before he retreated back into the confinement of his bedroom walls. The need to immure himself grew the longer he sat there. He was oblivious to his surroundings as he scarfed down his food. He didn’t notice the big hazel eyes watching him from across the room. When he finished his meal, he hastily left the main hall and headed towards the dorms. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the soft pattering of small feet behind him until it was too late.

“Gajeel!” a woman’s voice called out to him.

He turned around to come face to face, well more like chest to face, with none other than Levy McGarden, the blue haired mage of his nightmares. She had him cornered in an empty hallway. The scowl on her face told him not to make a move. He averted his eyes to the floor but he could still feel her gaze focused on him.

“Finally. I have something I wanted to tell you.” She told him. Gajeel hitched his breath, waiting for her next words.

“I… I forgive you!” She cried out. “I forgive you for what you did, Gajeel.”

At the sound of her voice, he lifted his gaze to meet her’s. Her eyes were sincere, searching his for a reaction. Levy wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He felt something crack inside of him. It was a crack in the foundation, the foundation holding up the walls he built around his immured heart.

FIC RECleave it to the breeze, 80k.

“Oh, I am excited for this,” says Paul as he picks up a knife, and through the V of his unbuttoned shirt, Harry’s chest rises and falls in a rhythm so rapid it looks dangerous. “We’ve never had home-preserved pumpkin on the show before. That’s impressive.” 

Harry dimples, teeth still sunk into his lip and smiling prettily, but all Louis can hear is pumpkin. Harry made a pumpkin Swiss roll. In March.

As he watches Paul and Mary dig in, Louis wants, suddenly, to have a taste of his own. He always puts a bit of himself into his bakes, an essence of hard work and concentration and just a little pinch of flair, and he wants to know, quite desperately, what Harry’s flavour is. How he’s managed to get his swirl perfectly even and his filling stiff when he seems barely in control of his hands.

{Or a Great British Bake Off AU in which Louis cares about winning and winning only, Harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and Niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. Also featuring Liam as Louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and Zayn as a macaron connoisseur.}

fenixfoxtrot510  asked:

Okay, imagine Prompto using all sorts of terrible puns and pick up lines on Ignis. Ignis is in a rare playful mood and he's just pretending to be dense to Prom's terrible attempts at flirting. Prom is trying soo hard and Iggy's just trying to not laugh.


Ignis had just put away the last of the dishes when he caught sight of Prompto approaching from the other side of the campfire. Even in the dim light  he could see the slight pinkish tint on his freckled cheeks and the nervous way he was tugging at the hem of his jacket. Strange, he thought. Was Prompto not feeling well?

“Hey, Iggy,” the blonde greeted him, his smile lopsided and shy. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Certainly, what do you need?”

“Um, did it hurt?” Ignis hesitated, clearly already lost. “When you fell from the heavens?”

What in the – ? “Prompto, are you feeling alright?” 

The blonde flushed a deeper shade of red, and from somewhere behind him snickering laughter cued Ignis into what was going on. He sighed, made a mental note to cook only vegetarian dishes for a few days, and placed a gentle hand on Prompto’s shoulder. Those soft blue eyes looked up at him in embarrassment. Ignis smiled. 

“Do go on.” 

Surprise, followed by glee, brightened freckled cheeks.  “O-oh. Well, um. If I said you had an amazing body, would you hold it against me?” 

The snickering over his shoulder quickly died when, smirking, Ignis slipped his arm around Prompto’s waist and closed the distance between them in a single breath. “Like this?”

Prompto looked ready to burst. “Y-yeah. Gods, Iggy, your eyes are so beautiful….” 

Ignis kissed him, slow and sweet, letting his free hand travel up the length of his body to tangle in a mess of feathery blond hair. The younger man melted against him, eagerly returning the kiss as he hugged him closer. When they broke for air, Ignis turned a pointed look on the other two still lurking in the shadows, then half-whispered in Prompto’s ear – 

“You know, this outfit looks really good on you, but I’m sure it would look even better on my floor.”

Prompto followed in stunned silence as Ignis, smirking, took his hand and led him past the campfire and into the tent. 

<3 /edited


Imagine meeting Stephen Strange as your surgeon before an operation.

You blinked blearily as a new face entered your room. It already seemed like there were so many people in here. How many more were coming? The newcomer picked up your chart and looked it over critically. His face was all cheekbones and sharp angles. “Prep them for surgery,” he ordered. “Immediately.”

Your voice was slurred when you tried to speak and you weren’t sure whether it was because you had gotten hit in the head so hard or because they had put so many painkillers into you. How long had you been here? It didn’t seem like it had been very long. Hadn’t you just gotten here? What was all the fuss about? Hadn’t you just knocked your head? “Who’re you?”

The newcomer turned his eyes to you, “My name is Doctor Strange. I’m a neurosurgeon.”

You blinked hard, still confused and feeling more than a little dopey. “Why do I need a neurosurgeon?”

“You’re suffering from TBI. Traumatic brain injury,” he answered shortly, checking your monitors. “We need to remove the blood clots that will begin to pool in your skull cavity before they start to put too much pressure on your brain.”

You frowned, the words not quite processing in your addled brain. “Are you going to shave my head?”

The tiniest hint of a smile tugged his lips, “Only a little bit.”

Gif Credit: Strange


So my mom was waiting in her car near the soccer field to pick up both me and my brother from practice. I was ready way earlier and went to the car, where my mom was holding a small bag of Doritos. I was hungry, because I had just had a hard practice so when she asked me if I wanted some, I didn’t refuse. I reached in and pulled out what I thought was a chip…. It was the dead body of a tarantula, all dried and shriveled. I shrieked and dropped it while my mom was dying from laughter. She put it back into the bag right before my brother came up to the car. Not wanting to be alone in embarrassment, I helped my mom convince my brother to eat some “Doritos.” When he pulled the dead body of the spider out, he just had a look of silent horror and in a panic, he too dropped it. By now, I joined in with my mom’s laughter and she put the spider back into the bag. Me and my brother then took the bag and went back to the soccer field where one of our friends was waiting. When he opened the bag and reached in for the spider, he let out a puberty-hitched scream and dropped the spider on the ground, ready to stomp it to bits. By this time, I was dying from laughter. Moral of the story: don’t trust anything “food-wise” from your mom, especially if she is smiling when she gives it to you.

NCIS Imagine: Gibbs Watching A Bomb Go Off Near You

Requested By: @profiler-in-training

Originally posted by justbacktothegoodolddays

Blow Up In Your Face

You push the glasses up the bridge of your nose with a slight scowl. “I don’t see why I had to wear these,” you mutter bitterly.

There’s an answering warm chuckle in your ear. The scowl on your face turns into a smile at the sound.

You try to focus on your mission, despite the banter you were putting up. Weaving through a throng of people, you keep your eyes focused on your target.

“We need to be able to see what you see,” Gibbs says patiently.

“But did it have to be glasses?” You fight hard to keep the whine out of your voice. His laugh is back, keeping the smile on your face, and you need to slide the glasses back up your nose as your target starts to pick up speed . “Next time, I want a shirt camera, or a hat camera, or literally anything else other than the glasses cam. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Hey! Ian!” you call after your suspect. You had long run out of people, and were now trying to get Ian’s attention in this parking garage.

He turns at the sound of your voice. “Oh, hey.” Ian slows and waits for you to catch up, his face reluctant. You notice him wringing his hands before he shoves them into his pockets. He’s hiding something.

“Where you goin’?” you say cheerfully, going along with your established cover with him. “Party’s just getting started!”

“Well, I…” Ian’s demeanor is completely different from yesterday.

He normally was very well eloquent, even when you put him on the spot. He exuded confidence from his body posture to his fixed eye contact. Today’s Ian finds him desperately searching for words, sweat on the temples, and avoiding your gaze.

Something was definitely up.

You knew that. Gibbs knew that too from the camera in your glasses, casting what you could see onto the computer screen in a van in this parking garage you were in.

His eyes narrow as he spots a light blinking light inside Ian’s suit jacket pocket where Ian’s hands were currently buried. Heart leaping, he watches as you step forward to the suspect.

There. Right there.

As Ian steps backwards away from you, his jacket moves slightly. Gibbs can just barely make out wires in the fabric lining that were definitely not supposed to be there.

He gets out of his seat, motioning for DiNozzo to keep monitoring the screen as he pulls out his gun. “[Y/N], get out of there. He’s rigged with a bomb. Get out of there,” he barks urgently into the comm.

There’s a sort of muffled static coming from your end, and Gibbs rushes out of the van.

The explosion is deafening.

All at once, car alarms start blaring, echoing loudly in the garage.

“[Y/N]!” yells Gibbs. You’re not answering the mic. DiNozzo is already calling for the fire department as Gibbs unhesitantly moves to find you.

The smoke stings his eyes, but he’s determined to find you. “[Y/N]!” he calls again, before he moves his jacket collar against his mouth and nose so he can breathe.

The marine spots the twisted metal of your glasses on the ground. His stomach gives a painful lurch as he renews his efforts to find you.

Picking up the metal frames, he can see that the camera is damaged. Either you were close enough for the bomb to hurt your face, or the glasses fell off as you ran away. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.

He swears, eyes frantically glancing to every piece of wreckage for a sign of you.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was close, he never would have heard you.


He moves toward where he heard your weak voice, punctuated with violent coughs. Gibbs feels his heart leap when he spots your leg sticking out behind a car.

He finds you alive, thankfully. He drops to his knees, quickly shrugging off his coat. “Are you hurt?” he yells over the car alarms.

“Nothing too bad,” you yell back. Gibbs gives you a firm nod before he scoops you into his arms, throwing his jacket over your head so that you had non-smoke air to breathe as he pulls you out of the wreckage.

When the EMT arrives, they clean up the small cuts on your face and hands. They pass over an oxygen mask to you.

You stare blankly, a ringing in your ears and eyes dazed at the object in his hand.

“Here.” Gibbs takes the mask from the EMT. He’d been watching you get cleaned up the moment they arrived.

He hops up on the back of the ambulance with you. “Hey,” he says softly. Your gaze snaps to him. “You made it. You’re okay.”

His arm goes around your shoulders and pulls you to his side. Your boyfriend gently presses the mask onto your face. You shiver, and he finds his discarded coat and drapes it over your shoulders.

Gibbs rests his cheek against your hair, murmuring about random things. Talking about the proceedings of the case, what he was planning for dinner, DiNozzo’s latest stunts, and reminding you to breath evenly.

He takes note of the fact that you still have yet to speak to him since he pulled you out of the wreckage. Gibbs continues to try to keep you thinking about other things.

An agent comes over to take your statement, but Gibbs waves them off. “I’ll take it from her later. She’s in shock right now. Leave her alone.”

He doesn’t leave your side, acting as a safety barrier between you and the noisy world.

You still erupt into violent coughs now and again, but the marine rubs soothing circles into your back as he holds you tightly to him.

He holds the mask over your mouth and nose again when the coughing subsides.

You speak this time, although your voice is muffled by the plastic over your mouth. Your boyfriend lifts it away for a second.

“What was that?” he asks.

“No glasses next time,” you manage to say, voice raspy.

Gibbs grins and pulls you close again, dropping a kiss into your hair.

“Yes, boss.”

Stupidly Foolish [Simon D]

Artist: Simon D | Word Count: 3.216 | Soulmate!AU (5/?)

Soulmate!AU - The clock on your wrist is a countdown on how much time you have left to find your soul mate; when you don’t get to meet them, you both die.

I feel like this was kind of rushed, but I hope you like this anon


“But (Name), it’ll be fun!” Your friend, Mina, insisted, “There will be drinks, live music, and boys!” Without your approval, she had already opened your closet, picking out the dresses that you had in it.

“You know I’m not the type to party, Mina.” Walking to her, you started to put the dresses back in.

“What you need is to chill! Take a break from life,” Mina huffed, “This is the chance to forget about that stupid boss of yours and his petty assistant!”

Mina knows well how work has been hard for you, and this was one of her many attempts to cheer you up. But going to a party really isn’t your cup of tea because of the bad experiences you had when you went to one. But the girl in front of you was rambling about how one of the artists is super handsome, and it’ll be worth it to go to the show. And Mina didn’t look like she was going to give up on dragging you out, so you gave in without much resistance.

“Alright, I’ll go,” You huffed, “Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

The moment you stepped inside the bar, you lost Mina right after. You stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, and decided to just hit the bars. You weren’t going to drink, but you’re hoping Mina would swing by here and drag you along. It felt awkward being in a crowded place all alone, when most people here go with their friends.

“Can you give me mineral water, please?”

“I’ll have vodka, please.” Your eyes flickered to the man that was sitting next to you, who ordered at the same time as you.

He was staring back at you, his eyes looked like it’s so full of lust, and you cringed in disgust when he held your gaze. The white shirt that he wore wasn’t unbuttoned until the top, and his chest was visible to people’s eyes. You quickly darted your eyes away from him and focused your attention on your phone.

“So, who are you with tonight, doll face?” The guy started the conversation, and you ignored him completely, still replying the e-mails from work.

The smell of his cologne stung your nose, and you instinctively shot your hand up to cover your nostrils, your eyes glaring at him. But he doesn’t seem like the type to back down easily, as he started talking to you again.

“I’m guessing you’re all alone tonight,” He said, “Stress from work, is it? I can make you forget about all that.”

You ignored him again, this time you were scrolling down to your Instagram. The patience you had was running thin, as the guy kept on talking nonsense to you, hinting about how he wanted another fuck for tonight. But you were never up for these kinds of invitations, so you shot up from your seat to leave the bar. The guy caught up fast, as he already held your arm tightly, making you wince in pain.

“Come on babe, don’t be like that! We’ll have a long night and-“

“Don’t touch me,” You warned, fisting your knuckles, “Get your filthy hands off me.” But instead, the pervert held you stronger, and he had a sick smirk on his lips.

“Oh, aren’t you the hard headed type?”

“Let me go!” Your other hand flung to his face, slapping his cheeks straight on. He didn’t seem like he anticipated this at all, as he stumbled back, his hand that held your arm disappeared in an instant.

You took the chance to escape, using the crowd to slip in and make it out alive to the exit. Letting out the breath that you’ve held, you sighed in relieve when the cold breeze welcomed you. As you started walking down the street back to your apartment, you have just realized of how late it is now. It’s already 1 in the morning, and time seemed to move so fast. Nonetheless, you’re enjoying the short walk back to your apartment, because the weather tonight seemed just perfect.

Those kinds of guys that hit on you were one of the reasons you didn’t want to go to a bar. They seemed to have the strongest need to get to fuck, and in the end you had to back their offers down by getting physical. But somehow, the cold breeze calmed your heart down, as the wind gently played with your hair. The heels that you wore were long gone, because turns out you hurt your feet in the process of your escape.

But that’s okay, because now you’re going back home, and you’re going to sleep in your bed, not someone that you barely know.

“But Jay, don’t you think Elo should be the one getting that song?” Simon asked over the phone, “It’s been a few months since his last songs.”

“The beats doesn’t really suit him, it gives a Loco vibe more than his.” Jay answered, somehow silencing Simon after the said that.

Simon was on his way back to the AOMG building to discuss about the next artist to have a comeback this month. Gray, being an angel as always, produced a new song that Simon hasn’t listened to. And Jay had called in when he was driving, and he felt bad if he ignored his call.

Right now, the two of them were arguing about who suits the song best, exchanging the advantages and disadvantages while weighing the best move. Jay wasted no time, he was a hard worker, and he called Simon straight up after he finished his last schedule for the day.

“People are rooting for Loco nowadays, he got lots of attention from SNL, remember?”

“But Elo is waiting dead in the studio, Jay! All he did was feature on someone’s songs. And don’t you think he want to start his newest song now?”

The two were conversing back and forth, and Simon’s mind soon drifted from the road to the artists he has under him, as he got more serious with the talk. He didn’t realize he was driving faster, his need to listen the song that Gray produced getting bigger. But he was too focused into the argument that he didn’t realize a traffic light ahead of him, and the red light was on.

Nor did he realize that there was a person crossing the street.

Everything suddenly sped up for Simon. He dropped his phone and stepped on the brake, while pressing his horn thousands of time, to get the person to jump away as fast as they can. But it was too late, as his car collided with the person, sending the victim flying a few meters in front of him. The car finally stopped moving, and there was smoke from the strong contact between the tires and the road. When the smoke cleared in front of him, everything dawned into him at what he got himself into.

“Fuck!” Simon screamed, running out of his car to the victim’s aide, ignoring Jay’s call over the phone.

It was a girl, and Simon’s heart stopped the moment he saw blood oozing from her head. The first thing Simon checked was her heartbeat, and it was still there, but faint. And he could barely hear her breath, but her breaths were short. He quickly picked her up, careful not to hurt her any further, and lay her gently at the backseat of his car. Simon hopped in and stepped onto the gas, speeding up to the nearest hospital.

“What the fuck happened, Kiseok?!” Simon glanced at his phone, that lay untouched at the passenger seat, and it was on speakers too.

“I hit someone,” Simon shuddered, “And I’m going to the nearest hospital now, so let’s talk later.” Without waiting for Jay’s answer, Simon ended the call, and his eyes glanced to the rear view of his car, eyeing the girl that was unconscious on his back seat.

Please be alive, please stay alive.


You could see your apartment, and all you need was to cross the road and you’ll arrive in front of your room in a matter of minutes. Your bare foot stepped onto the cross road, after you were sure that the light was red. As you were halfway crossing the road, you saw that the road started to brighten drastically. And you heard car honks, and a loud screeching sound from ahead of you. When you turned your head, there was a strong white light flashing at you, blinding your sight, and you suddenly felt a strong push, and you were thrown away from the crossroad you were standing at.

In that moment, you felt like all the things that you did in your life flashed in seconds. And you blacked out in an instant, not feeling someone carrying your heavily injured body in his arms.

“How is she, doctor?” Simon didn’t waste any time when the doctor stepped out of the operation room, a look of nervousness and guilt mixing up on his face.

“Well, thankfully she’s alive,” The doctor sighed, “She’ll wake up in a few hours, but the bleeding has stopped.” After the doctor finished his explanation, Simon released the breath that he was holding, a look of relieve was now on his face.

“But she’ll be okay, right?” Simon asked, “There’ll be no loss of memories or anything?”

“No, she’s good.” The doctor gave a tap to Simon’s back, and he made his way back to his office.

This was probably the biggest relieve he felt in his all life, as Simon’s body sunk down to the seats, letting his hands fall to his face. He was scared that he could kill someone, even though he didn’t mean to, because he knew he would never forgive himself if he does so. The door to the operation room swung open, and the nurses were pushing your bed to the lift, to take you to your room. Simon followed suit, stepping into the same lift as they are.

As they arrived at where the VIP wards were, all of them stepped out, but Simon decided to go inside later on, because he suddenly felt his phone buzzing. Jay’s name flashed across the screen, and he pressed the green phone sign to answer.

“How is she? Was the operation a success?”

“Yes, she’s alive. The doctors said the bleeding has stopped.”

“Have you contacted her parents yet?” Simon stopped, not knowing what to say.

“She didn’t bring her phone with her?”

“I think I left it at my car.” Simon went back down to ground floor, and rushed to where his car was.

He successfully found your purse, and rummaged through it, and grabbed your phone. The battery was dying, and the phone had a password on it. He pressed the dial pad and pressed the speed number ‘2’, where he was connected to a call with who Simon assumed was your friend.

“(Name), where are you?!” Simon winced at the sound that came from the other line, “I was looking all over for you, and how could you just leave me like that?”

“Hello Mina, this is Jung Kiseok speaking,” The person on the other end stopped rambling, “I got into an accident with your friend, (Name), and now she’s at the Seoul Hospital. The operation was a success, and I will take full responsibility if anything happens to her. I already paid the bills-“

“You what?!” Mina screamed at him, “You got into an accident with (Name)? What did you do?!”

“It was a car accident, and she suffered from a head injury because of me.”

“Oh my god, this is a joke, right?”

“No, this isn’t. I need you to come to Seoul Hospital as fast as you can to sign some things for her, since I can’t seem to contact her parents.”

“Right, I got it,” There was some noises from the background, “You stay put right there, Jung Kiseok.”

“But I—“ The call ended in an instant, and your phone died too.

Simon groaned in frustration, and he went back up to the VIP ward where you were staying tonight. He gave the nurse that was staying with you his business card and your purse, and made his way back to his car to drive to the AOMG building.

He needs to settle things with Jay too. But his mind couldn’t seem to focus, as he was worrying over you again and again that night.

The moment you gained consciousness, there was a large pain on your head, making you groan in pain. And the light was too bright, and you had to shield your eyes with your hand. But the hand that you used had an IV drip stuck on your arm, and you winced it pain as the needled moved a little. But it felt nice when your eyes have fully adjusted to the light, even though the view was of a hospital room.

A hospital room?

Everything started flashing back in your mind, how you went to the bar, got into a little fight with a pervert, and got hit by a car. Your eyes trailed down, to see that you’re in a hospital gown. The feeling of being bandaged in the head was evident, because you felt a lump on the right side of your head.

The door flew open and your friend, Mina, strolled in, holding bags of chips on her arm. She didn’t seem to notice your eyes following her every movement, until she sat next to you. When the both of you made eye contact, Mina had to wink a few moments, before breaking into a scream.

“You’re awake!” The girl grabbed your hand and started shaking it hard, causing you to groan in pain as the needle moved again. Mina then stopped moving, but the happiness in her eyes didn’t fade at all.

“What happened to me?”

“Well, you obviously got into a car accident,” Mina started, “Your bleeding had stopped for now, and I can see that you didn’t lost any memories at all.”

“Oh…” That was all that you had to say, and you sighed in relieve that god was kind enough to let you live again.

“But don’t worry about the bills! The guy who almost killed you paid all of the bills, and he’s freaking rich, (Name)!”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re in the VIP ward! He’s willing to pay for this ward until your suit enough to go home. And have you seen his car? It’s-“

“No, Mina, save it for later. My head’s hurting again.” Your left hand went to your forehead, kneading it softly to make the pain go away.

The pain that you felt when you woke up resurfaced again, and you hated it, you wanted it to go away.

“Oh god, wait, let me get the nurses!” Mina left you alone with your headache, and you laid down at your bed again.

Your left hand kneaded your forehead over and over again, because the headache was getting bigger. But when your eyes snapped open, you felt that something was missing. Something was not right when you saw your left hand.

Where did the clock on your wrist go?

Simon decided to visit you tonight, since he couldn’t get the feeling of guilt on his chest. He hasn’t heard from your friend, Mina, at all, about your health. Maybe you were already awake, since it has been two days since he last saw you.

From the looks of it, the light of your room was still on. Maybe you liked to sleep with the lights on? Simon thought, but decided to go inside anyways.

There you are, sitting on your bed while reading a book. Your head shot up when you heard the door creek open, and Simon walked in, smiling at you while looking guilty.

You were waiting for him of course, because you wanted to ask. You were dead curious about him, and Mina can’t seem to answer much of your questions that didn’t include on how rich he is.

“You must be Jung Kiseok, right?” You started, closing your book. Simon nodded, and sat on the empty seat next to your bed.

“Yeah, I came here to apologize to you,” Kiseok muttered, “I was talking with someone on the phone that day, and I didn’t see you when you crossed the road. It was purely my fault, the traffic light was red and you’re supposed to be crossing. I’m sorry, and I’ll take full responsibility of your health.”

“Your apology accepted.” Your heart was beating fast as you stared at Kiseok, who still looked guilty even after you accepted his apology.

He was handsome, you can’t deny that. And his voice was so deep that you got shivers listening to him talking. But no, that’s not what you’re supposed to do. Your eyes flickered to your left wrist, where your clock was supposed to be. But the moment you woke up, it was gone! It was supposed to still be there, unless you’ve met your soul mate.

You weren’t one to check your clock all the time, to see how many times left you had. But you were sure the clock was still there when you arrived at the bar. So you braved yourself to ask, although you felt nervousness swelling in your heart.

“Kiseok, can I ask you a favor?”


“Let me see your right wrist.”

“My what?”

“Your right wrist, please.” Kiseok gave you a worried glance and let you held his right wrist.

You pulled his long sleeve shirt up, and he was beyond shocked when he saw that his clock, where it was supposed to count down how much time left for him to search for his soul mate, disappear from his skin. Kiseok himself wasn’t one to check his clock often too. He stared at you with wide eyes, not believing at what he’s seen.

So she’s the one?

“No way…” Kiseok mumbled, “So what does this mean?”

“I think… we’re soul mates, Kiseok,” You chuckled, “Our time was running out, and we’re supposed to die when we don’t meet and our time is up, right? But no, we met, but you kind of almost killed me in the process.”

Kiseok was shocked, to the point he stayed silent for a few minutes with his mouth hung open. But then, he got a long look on you, just studying your features, and he somehow fell for you more as the second goes on. He gently grabbed your left wrist, laid his head on top of it, and he felt tears rush to his eyes, but he tried not to cry, because he felt overwhelmed.

“Hey, are you crying?” You spoke gently to him, while your hand brushed his black locks.

“No, but I hate myself for almost killing you,” Kiseok whispered, “But at the same time, I might not meet you if I didn’t crashed into you. I imagined our meeting wouldn’t be like this, you know?”

“Yeah, I imagined the same thing as you. But we met, I’m alive, and that’s all that matters, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

slay-bum  asked:

what's ur favorite soft jaebum moment :"") 💖💖💖 or top three if choosing 1 is too hard 😭

OH DEAR!!!!!! SHELBY ASKIN THE HARDEST QUESTIONS, okay um I’m definitely every time at a fansign he picks up a stuffed animal and rubs it and puts his face in it :’( also when he was wearing the giant vetements red hoodie and had sweater paws and kept hiding himself in it :( I love when he gets super smiley and bubbly when talking about his own music and singing his own songs and closes his eyes and gets real passionate while singing, I luv when he laughs really hard and throws his body around and hits his head on something :’|, also when fans call him cute and handsome and he puts this big ol grin on his face and gets all shy, that video of him singing the manual by eddy kim!!!!, also the episode they were playing hide and seek and he had the camera all up in his face and he just didn’t have a care in the world and was laughing and smiling all over the place!!!! oh my god and when that one fan’s name was Kat at a fanmeet and he was like “Cat?!” and did a cat claw with his hand and said “oh.. Nora” !!! OH My GODD!!!!!! wow I went over my limit!!! I love hiM

literallystrawberryfields  asked:

I have no clue why they cast Emma Watson, the second I heard about that casting I new it'd be awful. Why couldn't they get singers because honestly, the actors voices are auto tuned to shit and are hard to listen to. How did such blatant auto tune and editing get put into a film made by Disney? Like a company that could have had any Broadway star for belle and they picked someone whose acting is basically just speaking with perfect diction. Also that film looks like a CGI nightmare. Rant over :/

From what I seen of the backlash against Cinderella there was consistent cries of how unfeminist Lily James was from her costume to the character writing being super passive, and Emma Watson’s casting seems to be a mix of “We got the most feminist actress out” with nostalgia for a book worm character.

I definitely feel like a lot of the creative control watson has was a response to Cinderella, though it’s looking to be super cynical and hateful of the original.

They could have literally casted an unknown who can sing, but then again, none of the main actors can sing it seems.


You and Remus had been studying in the library. Normally it would have been quiet but finals were coming up and the place was crowded, so you had decided to go somewhere else.

„I really don’t get potions…“ You put the book down and sigh.

Remus picks it back up, looking at the page, „It’s not that hard, let me…“ He’s suddenly very pale, looking horrified, „How late exactly is it?“

„Dunno pretty late already I suppose.“

„You have to go.“

„What do you mean?“

„Go, run! You’re in danger.“

„I…Remus I don’t understand.“

He starts to breath heavily, starting to groan in pain. You try to get closer to help but he puts up his hand and pushes you away. You spin around when the door bursts open and your friends come running in.

„There you are we were looking all over…-“ James says but stops with a shocked expression, „Get away Y/N.“

You spin around, only to see Remus change into a werewolf. You’re standing too close, which makes him lash out at you. Your hand goes up in an attempt to protect yourself and he scratches your arm, making you stumble to the ground. You hit your head and black out.

Remus guilty face was the first thing you saw when your eyes fluttered open the next morning. He stood a bit away from you, not wanting to scare you.

“I should have told you, I never wanted to hurt you…I-I’m so sorry.”

“Remus I…-”

“Please forgive me, it will never happen but … I totally understand if you don’t want to date me anymore and…-”

“REMUS! Would you listen to me for a second. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No it wasn’t you fault, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

You slowly get up on your bed into a sitting position, waving him closer. Remus steps closer and you put your arms around him, hugging him tightly.