i had to i'm sorry i just like it so much

I’m fashionably late by a day, BUT!! THIS IS FOR YOU @vixenfur!!! I was your Secret Santa!! :,D you asked for something cute, for Abe being head over heels for Mihashi, I hope this will suffice!

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drawings from the stream!! thank you so much again to everyone who came it was really fun <3!!

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Tiffany being adorable during a fanmeet for @suhokai!

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laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

bloo-bee  asked:

CAN I HAVE UHHHH FUCKIN BADASS LANCE PLEASE btw your blog actually gives me butterflies thank for being grate

ohhh thank you so much :’) 

  • when lance shoots a couple of galra soldiers in rapid succession he always grins and blows away invisible smoke from his gun. the team are secretly impressed but make a big show of rolling their eyes
  • he can shoot multiple fast-moving targets 
  • shiro: ‘ok team, the galra on this base are going to try and stop us’ lance: ‘ha. they can try’ 
  • lance kicks down a drone running towards him and with his foot on its chest, shoots it point-blank
  • keith, who has been pining hard for almost 780 years now: ‘oh wow’ allura: ‘settle down keith’ 
  • he balances his sniper rifle on his shoulders 
  • lance’s bayard transforming into two pistols so he can dual-wield 
  • pidge is trying to shoot a couple of galra sentries while in the green lion but lance swoops in and takes them all out with one blast 
  • when a situation is important, he loses his usual joking complaining attitude and becomes completely serious, brows furrowed and jaw set
  • lance: ‘wanna see me land a head-shot on the training bot from 50 feet?’ keith: ‘haha yeah ok’ 
  • lance breathing in deeply and shooting it: ‘just like that’ keith wiping sweat from his brow: ‘hoo boy….’ 
  • the red lion is a lot faster than blue was, so once lance gets the hang of his speed, he can dodge blasts with ease and take out more sentries than anyone on the team
  • allura: ‘i need someone strategic and level-headed for this mission. pidge-’ lance: ‘i’m your man allura’ 
  • allura: ‘are you sure?’ lance: ‘for once, just trust me’ 
  • when he lands a shot with his sniper-rifle that even he wasn’t sure he could do, he always lets out a long low whistle
  • the team are freaking out because a lion has been captured, but lance clenches his fists and raises his voice over their shouting
  • lance: ‘listen to me. this is how we’re gonna get it back.’ 
  • he’s really good at strategy and planning and shiro always enlists his help in making plans to defeat the galra 
  • lance says casually ‘hunk, move your head to the left’ before taking down a drone over his shoulder with one clean shot
  • lance is happy with red and he misses blue, but he also wants more because he knows he can offer something else to the team. one day, he’s arguing with keith in the black lion’s hangar about the team’s future 
  • keith: ‘if what you’re saying about shiro is true, then i don’t- i don’t know what to do. if something happened to me, who would even pilot black?’ lance: ‘you’re looking right at him’ 
  • from behind them the black lion growls softly 
Things in The Raven King that have me Dead

-ronan calling gansey dad multiple times

-”ronan’s jealousy of henry was visible from space” HAHA CALM DOWN BROTHER

-adam realizing he is caPABLE OF LOVE

-aurora lynch is described as basically looking like aurora from sleeping beauty… sleeping. beauty. ONCE UPON A DREAM. SHE WAS CREATED IN A DREAM. sorry this just really fucks me up™ 

-adam recognizing fear like he used to have in orphan girl and giving her his watch :’) i’m crying in the club

-”do you love him?” “i’d rather not” lmao blue honey that didn’t answer the question

-”adam shot gansey a knowing look. he mouthed yee haw.” these Nerds wtf

-blue. driving. the. pig!!!!

-”gansey wasn’t sure he was in a position to be falling in love, but he’d done it anyway.” :’’’’’’’)

-”because it was not julius caesar. it was henry in a toga” common misconception

-”now blue looked properly judgmental, which was about two ticks off from her ordinary expression and one tick off from ronan’s”

-ronan thinking about adam’s hands for about 50 years

-I LIKE YOU AN AWFUL LOT BLUE SARGENT

-”hey, shitlord”

-before rereading these books i didn’t realize how much gansey and adam fist bump like THEY BUMP FISTS BEFORE GANSEY SACRIFICES HIMSELF HAHAHA WHAT

-when he said “ronan” it meant: ronan (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

-I WAS ACTUALLY THINKIN OF BEIN A FARMER

-”parrish always was a creepily clever little fuck,” declan observed,

-henrysexual

-”ronan felt like he had caught happiness without meaning to. he could do anything.” :’’’’)

-”ORBMASTER. all caps” “technically you’re the orb master, though, right? and that’s just an orb.” “anyone who holds it becomes an ORBMASTER. you’re an ORBMASTER right now. there, keep it, put it in your pocket. D.C. ORBMASTER.” “you’re such a little asshole.” (can someone draw this scene??)

-blue lying on the couch with her head in ganseys lap!! good shit!!

-I SUPPOSE… SHE MAKES ME QUIET. LIKE HENRIETTA!!!!!

-gansey calling blue magical

-WHEN ADAM KISSED HIM IT WAS EVERY MILE PER HOUR RONAN HAD EVER GONE OVER TEH SPEED LI,MRT

-helen asking gansey if he’s sleeping with ronan lmao homegirl asking the important questions

-”fuck,” said adam vehemently

-blue telling gansey she’s a tree and almost saying “you’re in me”

-”yay” said henry “also woo”

-gansey mourning his youthful self - goodbye i have had Enough

-blue stroking adam’s hair jsndfkjsd

-RONAN DREAMING EVERYONE BEAUTIFUL THINGS EVEN AS HE WAS BEING UNMADE OH MY GOD

-adam parrish !. just. adam parrish. 

-ronan dreaming blue an orange camaro so she and gansey can match hashtag relationship goals!!!

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No pain, no grain.

anonymous asked:

How would you describe Oedipus? I've been asking around and most people either give a generic description or "motherf*king" jokes so I was wondering how you'd describe his story? I see it as tragic but I just can't seem to paint the story from my mind to my mouth. I'm clumsy with words but I admire yours. You have this way with powerful, lingering stories, haunting tells and perfect endings. So.. how would describe the tragic hero named Oedipus?

oh, it’s a tragedy, of course it’s a tragedy, how can it be anything else?

but i think the tragedy is not in his actions, not in the father he killed nor the mother he wed nor the children he sired. no, it’s not in what he did, it’s in who he was, the tragedy here is that oedipus was a good man and a good king and unlike so many mythical figures, he did not reap what he sowed

the tragedy here is not that he was human and erred and suffered due to his errors.

it’s that he did not err, and suffered, it’s that the sins of our fathers are our sins too and we cannot escape them

the oracle of delphi gave a prophecy that foretold that any son of king laius would kill his father and marry his mother. so when his wife and queen jocasta bore him a son, he had the baby’s ankles nailed together and ordered him to be left to die.

laius erred. laius planned to kill his son of blood, who had committed no crime, who was in perfect health,  who had done nothing but be born. it is laius who committed the sin of infanticide, and through this sin all other such events transpired

a shepherd spirits the infant away instead of leaving him to die, and he is eventually brought to the house of king polybus and queen merope, where he is adopted. laius and jocasta have no more children, even though this leaves laius heirless. since we know jocasta will later bear four more children, we know it is not her whom is the issue here. after laius commits this grievous crime, he is left sterile, and this, here, is where i believe the curse truly begins.

the curse over thebes does not begin with oedipus’s rule, with his supposed transgressions. it begins with his father’s sin.

oedipus grows up a devoted and loving son. he eventually hears rumors about his strange birth and consults the same oracle his birth father had, and is told the same prophecy. not knowing he’s adopted, he think the prophecy refers to polybus and merope, and he flees his home, horrified at the thought that he could ever harm his beloved parents in such a way.

he’s traveling, and upon a crossroads he meets his birth father, laius. they do not know or recognize eachother. they quarrel about who may precede first. it’s important to note that laius is the one who attacks first, who’s so offended that this unknown man will not move for a king that he tries to kill him, unknowingly attempting to murder his son a second time.

oedipus kills laius, not knowing he’s a king or his father, rather than let himself be killed, and fulfills the first part of the prophecy. once again, it is laius’s actions that are the incendiary actions here. if he had not attempted to kill oedipus, perhaps he wouldn’t have died. if he hadn’t thrown his son away, oedipus never would have killed him, since he was so aghast at the possibility of harming his adopted parents that he ran from his home and his life rather than risk it.

oedipus acts in self defense. even if he hadn’t, laius had already tried to kill him once, although neither of them had been aware of it. a trial by combat would be the least of what oedipus would be owed. he breaks no laws, does not act in hate or malice or fear. oedipus kills laius, kills his father, but no great sin is committed. patricide is a sin, but defending yourself is not, refusing to die is not a sin.

so he travels, and lands upon thebes, where a sphinx has taken residence, eating anyone who attempts to enter the city and cannot answer it’s riddle, effectively cutting off all trade to thebes and trapping all its residents inside, lest they leave and never be able to return. was the sphinx here when laius left? we do not know. it doesn’t say.

but if it was – did laius leave his city to die? was this sphinx just another piece of the curse laius had brought down upon thebes by attempting kill his freshly born son?

oedipus, a cleverer man than any who have yet tried to enter thebes, answers the sphinx’s riddle, and the creature leaves, having been defeated by this man’s intellect.

oedipus is a man who has shown himself to be strong enough to kill a king, and clever enough to defeat a sphinx. he has not harmed any who did not first try to harm him, was so against committing harm against those he cared about that he simply left them behind. oedipus so far has shown no fatal flaw, no poor judgement, nothing damning or ruinous.

jocasta’s brother, creon, had said any man who could rid thebes of the sphinx would be named king, and given his sister’s hand in marriage. oedipus had not known about this before arriving. he had not come to thebes with the intention of becoming king.

but king he becomes.

he is given jocasta’s hand in marriage, and the final portion of the prophecy is complete. he weds and bed and fathers children with his birth mother.

notice, however, that this only happens in the first place because of how honorable and kind oedipus is to begin with.

jocasta is in her forties, at least. she may be a beautiful woman, but she’s not a young woman. yet there are no accounts of oedipus being unfaithful, or cruel. jocasta bears him four children, two sons and two daughters, when during those long years after oedipus she had not had another child with laius. if oedipus had rejected this widowed queen, said her age made her unsuitable, had taken mistresses, had kept her as a wife in name only – then perhaps so much pain could have been spared.

but he didn’t do that. oedipus took a wife twice his age, at best, took a woman who was not a virgin, who had been the wife of this land’s former king, and he dedicates himself to her. he is faithful and attentive, and she must be fond of him, because she later tries to shield him from the truth when she uncovers it.

which part of his actions can we take account with? yes, jocasta was his mother, and it is incest – but he didn’t know that. he didn’t want that. to do otherwise than what he did, to cast aside his gifted bride, could only be considered cruelty. and oedipus was not cruel.

many years after this marriage, a plague strikes thebes. why is not clear, because if it were truly due to oedipus’s actions, to the gods taking offense at this incestuous union between mother and father-killer, surely it would not have taken years to come to fruition?

but a plague comes, and the oracle says that the only way to lift it is to see that laius’s killer is brought to justice.

(is it laius, yet again, bringing sorrow upon his city? is it his restless spirit which curses all of thebes? it is a strange coincidence that the infertility which he was cursed with after trying to kill his infant son is the same plight that now faces all of thebes.)

and of course, of course, honorable and kind oedipus vows to bring the killer to justice, says that this killer will be exiled for his crime of murdering the king.

exiled, not killed, what a peculiar punishment, what a merciful punishment for a king killer, what a merciful judgement from a merciful man.

but things unravel, as they do. he tells creon to bring him the blind prophet tiresias, who tells oedipus that he must stop digging into this matter. but the good of his city is at stake, so he can’t, of course he can’t, and tiresias calls him false for not knowing his true parentage. he and creon quarrel, and slowly, oh so slowly, the truth comes out.

a messenger comes, saying that his adopted father has died, and oedipus is relieved. not for any malicious reasons, but because it means he won’t fulfill his prophecy of murdering him. he refuses to go home because merope is still there, refuses to take up the title of king that is surely his by right, because he fears harming his mother. when the messenger says that oedipus is adopted, and there’s no reasons for him not to go home, jocasta finally realizes that oedipus is her son. she begs him to stop his search for laius’s killer, desperate to keep the truth from him.

jocasta knows, and tries to protect oedipus. she must believe he’s worthy of being on the throne, he must have showed her kindness and affection if she’s so desperate to protect him from the truth, even at the expense of the well being of thebes.

but oedipus does not listen. he leaves, and finds the shepherd who gave him to his adopted parents so long ago, and discovers the truth.

he is the son of lauis and jocasta. lauis is the man he killed at the crossroads. he has killed his fathe and married his mother, all them each unaware of each other.

after this, there are differing accounts of what happened next.

sophocles’s account is most popular. he returns to find his wife and mother jocasta has killed herself, and he takes the pins from her broach and blinds himself, unable to stand the sight of her. he is then exiled, as he said laius’s killer would be, and his daughter antigone guides him until he dies soon after.

in euripides’s version, jocasta does not kill herself. oedipus is blinded by a servant of laius, and so justice is still served to laius’s killer, and he continues to rule thebes. i like to think jocasta rules with him, alive and well, because she no more deserved death than oedipus deserved blindness.

the tragedy here is not in oedipus. it is in lauis, the clear villain of this story, the one who damned and hurt and cursed all around him. he who caused so much strife, and then left it all for his son to fix, for his son to struggle with.

but he did fix it.

oedipus was a fair and just ruler of thebes, a kind husband to jocasta, a good father to his children, from all accounts, since antigone was so devoted to him, and he was disappointed in his sons for their selfishness because that’s not how he raised them.

perhaps oedipus is a story of how our fathers, our predecessors, those who come before us will curse us and damn us and leave us more problems than solutions can be found

perhaps oedipus is a cautionary tale, and our tragic figure is not oedipuis, but laius, who made his own ruin, who’s spiteful hands left scars on all they touched.

oedipus is a tragedy, but only because it reminds us that our own undoing, our own unhappy endings, aren’t necessarily within our control. our own tragedies may not be our fault, may not be due to our mistakes, maybe we didn’t earn our unhappiness.

it’s not fair.

it’s not fair, and that’s the true tragedy of oedipus. that good, kind, clever, merciful people can do their absolute best, can show kindness and sacrifice and love, and in the end it won’t be able to save them from the mistakes other people have made.

oedipus was a good man, and a good king, and it may not have saved him – but it saved all those in thebes.

yes, oedipus was blinded. yes, jocasta died.

but the spinx was gone, their line continued, and thebes thrived.

the tragedy of oedipus is the idea that we’re not in control of our own destiny.

the triumph of oedipus is the idea that we need not control it in order to have a destiny worth remembering.

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Rebelcaptain | Pacific Rim AU

Cassian was one of the best Jaeger pilots of the PPDC until, during a fight with a huge Kaiju, he felt his co-pilot dying. Key was his best friend, his only friend, and Cassian never recovered, choosing to retire, to escape far from the battlefield.
Burdened by self-pity and an oppressing sense of guilt, Cassian struggles to survive, until one day General Saw Guerrera, his old boss’s co-pilot, finds him, asking him to come back. They need pilots, all those they can find. They need him.
The exact moment Cassian enters the Shatterdome he realizes he’s home.
Jyn Erso is Saw’s adoptive daughter and a great pilot. Or at least she is on paper as Guerrera has always prevented her from piloting one of those metal giants she loves so much. The official excuse? She’s not ready. In reality? He just doesn’t want to lose the one member of the only family he’s ever had.
As Jyn and Cassian try to persuade Saw that they are drift compatible, Bodhi Rook lab technician is trying to find a way to understand Kaiju’s attack’s pattern. His research brings him face to face with organ smuggler and Kaiju enthusiast Orson Krennik. Not his brightest moment.
Bonus: the mighty Jaeger known as Force Alpha is piloted by married couple Chirrut & Baze, Jyn’s old friend and Cassian’s old acquaintances.
Jyn’s and Cassian’s Jaeger is called Rogue One by Bodhi, because “you are both scoundrels”.

BTS Reaction ▾ You crying during a fight

Warnings: Angsty, Swearing, Mentions of cheating, (Almost) sexual assault.


Jin:

Jin slammed the front door as he walked in behind you. “You humiliated her (Y/N)!” He yelled. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. The way you had treated his friend was not going to be tolerated.

“I humiliated her?!” You whipped around. The dress Jin bought for you tonight suddenly burning the skin it covered. “You have no idea who you’re fucking friends are!”

The thing is, today, you were supposed to go to dinner with one of Jin’s friends. He said it was going to be a double date but upon arrival, you found out her date ‘ditched’ her.

You felt sympathetic to her then but it soon turned to hatred as you noticed the lingering glances, the imposing touches, and the way she looked at him longingly. Granted, she didn’t make a hard move on him but what if you weren’t there? Would things have been different? Definitely.

You couldn’t help the jealousy take over you as you suddenly turned cold to her in the middle of your dinner. You gave her curt responses to her questions. The few she bothered to ask anyway. You let your anger bubble over so much that you threw a snide comment at her which was definitely not appropriate for a dinner like this.

“She’s been my friend since I can remember! We’ve known each other longer than you!”

“Has she been in love with you for that long too?” You aggressively took off your coat and flung it to the couch. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the ground in anger. ‘He fucking knows…’ You thought.

“What am I supposed to do?! Cut her out of my life?” He looked back up with rage simmering in his eyes, utterly stubborn in backing down in the heat of the moment.

“You know what you shouldn’t do? Introduce her to your fucking girlfriend! She was practically all over you and you didn’t even brush her off! And now that I know you fucking know her feelings for you I-” You choked as a large lump formed in your throat. The tears you tried to hold back slipped past your eyes and down your cheeks. You shut your eyes tight in an effort to make them stop but seeing how they weren’t going to do that anytime soon, you rushed deeper into the house and into your room before locking the door and finally letting yourself let out your frustrations.

You tried to stifle your sobs but you couldn’t. Jin knew about her feelings but still thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to one another? Why was he still friends with her in the first place? The only explanation you could come up with was that he had some lingering feeling for her as well. At that thought, you only sobbed harder into your hands.

Jin only sighed as he realized he needed to give you some space. The both of you were way to fired up to talk right now. He wanted to walk right into the room and hold you in his arms but he knew you wouldn’t let him. He resigned to listening to your quiet sobs as he took up space on the couch and thought about what you said.

You were right. He should’ve had cut her out of his life as soon as he realized she loved him. But he couldn’t. Not when they had known each other since they were kids. He cared for her too much as a friend to cut her off like that. When Jin started dating you, he thought those feelings for him would go away but they didn’t. That’s why he introduced you to each other tonight, in hopes of letting her know that he can’t love her the same way. Especially not when he was in love with you. “Shit!” He let out in exasperation before lifting himself off the couch and walking towards the bedroom door. “(Y/N)… Can we ta-”

“Go away Jin.” Your broken voice was muffled through the door but he heard the utter hurt in your voice loud and clear.

“Please, (Y/N)… Let me explain okay? I’m sorry. Tonight was my fault but that’s not what I wanted to happen. I had you two meet so she would realize that I’m in love with you. I can’t- She’s been my friend for longer than I can remember and I don’t want to lose her as a friend. I thought that maybe if she saw you with me, she would realize that I can’t like her the same way I like you. I didn’t know this would be the outcome.” He let soundless tears drip down his face. “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean it.” He finished as he leaned his head on the door in exhaustion. The fight, the tears, and his confession had taken a toll on him.

He was ready to retire back to his sofa until he was stopped by the sound of the door unlocking and cracking open by you. “Come in here before I change my mind.” You whispered, your voice a little more than hoarse. He rushed in wordlessly and gathered you in his arms, muttering sweet sentences into your neck with an occasional apology thrown in as well. He wasn’t going to mess up like this again. He would make sure of it.

Originally posted by hoseokb


Yoongi:

You jogged across the road as you made your hasty way to Yoongi’s dorm. He’d been in the studio for so long, you knew he hadn’t found the time to eat. Usually, you had Hoseok keeping an eye on him but the guy had decided to take advantage of his break and visit his family. That’s why you’d taken his place in caring for Yoongi. He didn’t seem to mind it really. You fed him and kissed him goodbye before he would continue his work in good spirits.

Though today was a little different. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t put lyrics down on a paper. He had a week and a half till his break would end and he would yet again find no time to write lyrics, He’s been staring at the blanks screen for the past three days. It didn’t affect him much the past days, but with the deadline looming near, his stress levels were at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, I got you lamb skewers!” You said as you plopped the takeaway bag on the only free chair. “C’mon babe, let’s eat. You didn’t even get breakfast in the morning.”

“Later (Y/N). I still have work to do.”

“You’ve been holed up in this room for the past three days. I’m sure you can take a break.” He chose to ignore which caused you to sigh, walk up to him and shut his laptop screen.

“What the fuck (Y/N)?” He snapped as he looked at you for the first time since you entered.

“You need food,” You tried to not let his tone affect you but he’s never spoken to you like that. “You’ll get back to it better if you go back to in with a full stomach.”

“Holy shit (Y/N)! Stop babying me!” He suddenly yelled as he got off his chair. “Stop being such a fucking nag and leave me alone! You’ve been here all day every day for the past few days and it’s getting annoying!”

“I’m only here because you neglect to taking care of yourself.” You tried to keep your voice low and steady. You folded your arms in hopes of not looking so intimidated by him even though you had your head ducked, eyes trained on the floor.. Truth was, he scared you like this. Never did he ever raise his voice at you and doing so right now struck a chord with you.

He groaned as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop himself from yelling even further. But when he spoke, his volume was still just as loud.“I’m not a child. Fuck off. I’ll eat when I want to. God, you’re so fuckin-” He stopped mid-complaint as he heard you sniff. You hadn’t wanted him to notice you just started crying but you stupid nose had to start running too. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to stop but they kept running down your face.

“I’ll just leave you to it then,” You’re voice was tame “I’m sorry.” You quickly turned around to head out, but his voice stopped you.

“(Y/N) wait.” He called out. You slowly turned back towards him and looked at him. He looked apologetic. He knows he pushed it too far. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be. Baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You’re only trying to keep my ungrateful ass alive right now.” He walked towards you and held your right hand in his left. Grazing his thumb over your knuckles, he tried to comfort you the best he could while still giving you enough room to pull away if you wanted to. “Why don’t we leave the place? Go to a restaurant? Eat together. Or if you don’t want to, I could drop you off home.”

You mustered a small smile and nodded. “You sure you want to?”

“I want anything and everything with you.”

Originally posted by minshoot


Hoseok:

“You told me we would meet your parents. You promised!” You tried to reason. This was the fifth time Hoseok had backed out of introducing you to his parents, and honestly, you’d had enough. “What the hell is the problem?”

“Nothing! I just don’t want to introduce you to them yet! Can we drop the subject?” His voice was still level but you knew there was a lurking frustration behind his tone.

“No. I’m not going to drop this. Hob, tell me why the fuck I can’t meet them?”

“Because I said so!”

“You said so? That’s the most childish response you could’ve come up with!” You yelled back. You furrowed your brows and pinched the bridge of your nose to control your tears from falling. Fighting with Hoseok always drained you and this time was no different. You sighed as you lowered your voice to speak again. ”Hobi… Please tell me. I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to ever meet them.”

“I don’t! Are you happy now? I don’t want them to meet you! Especially when you’re being a whiny and a nagging bitch being like this. How the hell am I supposed to introduce my parents to someone like you!? Are you kidding me?” As soon as his outburst ended, he immediately wanted to swallow back his harsh words.

You bit your lip to steady the trembling. “I-” You wanted to say something. Anything. To defend yourself or even just to hurt him just as he did with your words but a hard sob wracked through you as you broke down in front of Hoseok, right in the middle of your fight.

“Shit,” He snapped out of his angry stupor and rushed to you, attempting to pull you into his arms and apologize. You let him wrap around you as you sobbed into your hands in shame of not being able to control yourself around him. “Shit, baby. I’m sorry I-” He choked on his own words as tears escaped his eyes as well. “That’s not true. I promise. Baby, I love you and I’m a dick for saying that. Please don’t cry.”

“I hate you Jung Hoseok.” You managed to get out before another sob broke out of you.

His arms around you only tightened before adjusting to pick you up bridal style and walking you to the bedroom. You don’t know why -and neither does he- but you don’t make so much as a peep as he does.  He walks in and sets you on the bed and climbs on beside you, pulling you so that his chest is pressed up against your back and his head is resting on top of yours.

“I’m sorry Jagiya… I- I can’t let you meet my parents yet because I’m scared. I know that’s not enough justification for calling you what I did but I’m scared that once I do, they might not get along with you. And I can’t handle having the people I care about not being able to like one another. I love my parents but I love you too and I’m torn.”

You clench your fists that are laying in front of you and clench your jaw to calm your blabbering sobs but to no avail. “Do you have that little faith in me? Why can’t you trust your parents to like me? Do you really believe your words to be tru-”

“No. Shit, never okay? What I said was a dick move. I promise it won’t ever happen again.” He suddenly placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Okay? Just- Shit, please, can you find it in you to forgive me? If not now than later?”

“Of course you asshole. I ca-” Your sobs had finally calmed down enough for you to actually answer him but your voice was still hoarse. “How the hell am I not? I love you too much. Way too much.” Maybe you’re naive in forgiving him. Maybe it would be in your best interest to leave the warmth of his embrace and leave your shared apartment. But with every breath of his that synced with yours, your mind only chose to give your heart the reins to this situation and let you stay snuggled up against him

Originally posted by wonhobe


Namjoon:

You finally organized your scrambling thoughts and kicked your knee right to his crotch. Hard. “Oh fu-” The immense pain cut him off as he let you go and cupped a protective hand over his groin to protect it from further damage. He dropped to the ground and let out a string of expletives.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice finally found itself and you whirled around to look for Namjoon and go home, but to our surprise, he was stood right in the middle of the hallway. “Joon-”

“Let’s go.” He simply said while grabbing your hand and leading you away from the scene. His grip was tight but in no way had it made you feel panic like the other man’s did.

He led you to the car and let you in the passenger door, then jogged his way over to the driver’s seat. Once he started up the car, you realized he had no intentions of waiting up for Hoseok nor Jin. “Joon, you can’t leave them behind.”

You could see his jaw clench before he turned to you with anger written all over his face. “What the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there?” His voice was sharp as he questioned you.

“I-” You tried to come up with an excuse, but the truth is; you had none. He knew you were only trying to make him jealous so it was embarrassing as it was already. The situation would’ve been comical if it weren’t for the fact that you had almost been assaulted in the most heinous way.

“Say something! Use your words (Y/N)!” He yelled impatiently. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer so you diverted you diverted your gaze to the shift stick instead. Namjoon sighed in annoyance as he realized your reluctance to talk. “That was childish and foolish of you. You should be glad you brought him down because I was this close to sending him to the hospital with broken bones. You’re smart! How in the fuck did you think it was a good idea to go somewhere private with that asshole? Or were you not thinking at all?”

“I- I wasn’t.” You finally spoke up, still keeping your eyes trained away from his. “I didn’t know it would go this far and I-” Your voice broke right then as tears made their presence known to you by wetting a trail down your cheeks. No matter how tight you shut your eyes, the just wouldn’t stop. At least Namjoon was still oblivious to the wetness on your cheeks.

“Did you not find anything suspicious about him? Hw was drunk for fuck’s sake! What if something happened to you? You were the sober one.”

“So that excuses his actions?” You whipped your head up, the previous guilt replaced with anger. Your vision blurred with the new onslaught of tears but your voice held up. Namjoon was just surprised you had actually been crying. “He was larger than me, stronger, and fucking stubborn. I tried to move away from him. On multiple occasions! I even tried to motion you for help but you weren’t looking our way! He was the one who dragged me away and I can’t believe I’m having to defend myself to you of all people! I thou-” And that was it. That’s all you got out before actually breaking down.

Shit. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He just got scared and let his emotions take control over his words. He dropped is angry facade and breathed out to calm his nerves. “(Y/N) I- I wasn’t thinking.” His voice was quiet, stark in contrast to mere moments ago. He let our sobs die down before he placed a comforting hand on your thigh and rubbed soothing circles. “I had no right to say what I did. Please forgive me?”

“It’s fine.” You replied, still sniffing. “I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous in the first place.” You placed a hand on his on your thigh. His touch was comforting and it did wonders to ease you.

“Just- Let’s not do that again. As much as I enjoyed the sight of you crushing his precious jewels, there’s no way I want anyone touching you like that again. Especially without you wanting them to.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


Jimin:

You don’t know what ended you here. One moment, you guys were cuddled up on the sofa, and now you’re sitting as far apart from each other as possible as tempers flare. You know he said something that annoyed you and you countered with something just as irritating to him. “Why the hell do you have to be this way? It’s been so long since we’ve been with each other and you pull this shit?” He quipped after you tried to give him the silent treatment.

Your jaw ticked as you heard him. Silent treatment be damned. There was no way he was going to pin this on you. “Me? You’re the one who started this! Everything was fine until you opened your mouth.”

“It was a joke! Why are you being such a stuck up bitch?”

“Why do you have to be such a douche?” You knew it wouldn’t be long till you would be crying. You never liked fighting and even though you never let words affect you, fighting with someone you loved so much always ended you in a mess of tears.

“I wasn’t a douche until you were.” He bit back.

“Fuck you Park Jimin. I’m done.” You clenched your jaw shut as you lifted yourself and tried to grab your coat and leave the apartment, but Jimin’s hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, forcing you to look at him.

“We’re not done (Y/N)! Why the fuck are you overreacting?” He’d significantly calmed his tone down but only because his mind scrambled after seeing you threatening to leave. But he was still mad.

“Just leave me alone.” Your voice trembled as you tried to pull out of his grasp but his grip was firm. His brows furrowed at how your voice sounded so meek but his mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“No. You can’t just fucking run away from your problems. Stop being such a coward.” That was the tipping point. You tried hard but the dam broke and let your tears run loose. You turned your head away since that’s all you could do to protect your dignity with Jimin’s grip on your arm. “Shit, (Y/N)?” His anger switched to concern as he forgot the fight and gathered you in his arms. “Please don’t cry. Damn, I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

You guys stayed like that until your sobs reduced to small whimpers and your tears had completely ruined the front of his shirt. “I- I hate th- this.” You whispered into his chest after a long bout of silence.

“Me too. I’m sorry baby. Let’s forget the fight. Fuck that. You mean more to me than my ego. I’m so sorry. Let’s never do that.” He replied as he tightened his arms around you, refusing to let you go as if you would truly leave once he did let you go.

“I’m s-sorry too. This wasn’t just on you.”

“Doesn’t matter who it was on. Just promise me you won’t leave me.” He let out.

You pulled back a little to look up at him and noticed his own eyes were harboring tears. “Never. I could never do that.” You softly reassured him as you pecked a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll always be with you.”

“I hope you mean that because I’m gonna get clingy from here on out.”

Originally posted by kthspjm


Taehyung:

You knew something was off as soon as you got in the car with Taehyung after a dinner with old friends. Your friends had wanted to meet him and his wanted to meet you so you both decided to host a small dinner at a slightly remote restaurant so they could all meet one another. You guys had gotten serious with each other in the past year and a half that you started dating.

You thought the entire thing went off without a hitch but it never occurred to you how irritated Taehyung was the entire night. “Tae?” You called for his attention, which only had you receiving an annoyed grunt in response. “Something happen?”

“No.” His tone was clipped as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. You decided to drop the subject till the both of you got home because you didn’t want to distract from actually driving. That didn’t mean you were taking this lightly. He must know how his little treatment was driving you up the wall. He knew how much you hated the silence between one another.

Once home, Taehyung dragged himself straight to bed, not even bothering to change into pajamas. “Tae… At least get changed.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay, what’s going on? Why are you being so snippy?” You demanded answers. At the start of the relationship, you promised each other that you’d never go to sleep angry at each other, and he seemed mad at you right now.

“Nothing alright?” He quipped back, still laid on his stomach on the bed as you bit your lip. “I’m tired and you’re really making me mad right now.”

“You’re already mad! Just tell me what happened!”

“You! You happened!” He snapped as he whipped around and sat up on the bed with his knees tucked under him. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Notice what? I did nothing!” You defended yourself.

“Not yet.” He muttered as his fists that were on his knees were clenched tight.

“You’re making no sens-”

“You were basically eye-fucking him! There! Happy? I saw you flirting it up with Jimin right in front of me! Your hand was practically stuck to his fucking arm the entire night.”

“Wh- How could you say that? I would never do that to you! You’re blowing this way out of proportion!” You really were baffled at how easily he came to this conclusion. You knew Jimin, and you always teased Taehyung about how ‘hot’ Jimin was but you never realized he would be pushed to considering this.

“How could I not? You told me how much you thought he was hot. Am I wrong to assume you were flirting with him the entire nig-”

“Shut up.” You interrupted, not being able to hear him say further. “This is what you think of me? Some cheap girl who hops onto the next guy right in front of her boyfriend just because she thinks he’s hot? I love you, you asshole!” You asserted as tears slipt past your cheeks. “I’m going to go over to my friend’s. Stay at her place until you get your head together and can actually talk to me without flinging accusations at me.” You sniffed before running out the door and leaving a stunned Taehyung behind.

His tense posture slumped as he heard you slam the front door and let himself think with a cool mind. Shit, you were right. He let his jealousy get the best of him. His heart raced as he thought of what to do and suddenly jumped off the bed and chased after you. He flung the front door open and saw you still waiting for the elevator you called with your coat slung over your arm. He ran to you and hugged you.

You lost your footing a little and if it wasn’t for Taehyung holding you in his arms you would’ve dropped. “Tae-”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stand it. You always teased me about how you thought he was good looking but tonight, it struck me how good the both of you looked at each other. I’m sorry for making such baseless accusations and I swear I won’t ever do it again but please don’t leave. I can’t see you leave. Not now nor ever.” He finished, tears of his own wetting your shoulders but it only made you lift your arms and wrap around him in an embrace. You had no intentions of letting go. Just like he wanted. Not now nor ever.

Originally posted by taemybae


Jungkook:

It’s not fair. He can’t treat you like that and still expect you to be there.

“Why did I leave? I was there for almost two fucking hours Jungkook!”

“I got there! I got there just I soon as I could okay? I had an emergency meeting and I tried to text you but I couldn’t find my phone.” He tried to keep his voice steady but he was angry. If he only calmed down and stepped back to think about it, he would realize that he was in the wrong this time.

“You could’ve told me using someone else’s phone! That’s not even the damn problem! This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Especially during the past few weeks. Setting up a damn date and either coming late or bailing out on me entirely. I’m fucking tired Kook. I can’t do this shit anymore. Now you’re home and blaming me for not having waited longer than I already did? Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you (Y/N)! I have work to focus on.”

“Then why the hell do you promise me things you know you can’t keep?”

“Promises break (Y/N). Gosh, why the hell do you have to be so annoying sometimes?”

He’d done it. The entire time, you’d held your tears back but he knew how you felt about that word. It sucked ass. Your vision became blurry as you let yourself cry right in front of him. All the anger and frustration he’d directed against you was immediately dropped and in the place of it came immediate regret. How the hell did he let himself go as far as to make you cry?

He tried to come near you but one step near earned him two steps back from you. “I- Shit… I’m sorry.” He said, feeling his own lips trembling. He sighed when you turned away from him and tried to stop your cries by plated a hand over your mouth but it was of no use. He still heard them and they still pulled at his heart. “I- I’m going to go for a walk. Let us clear our heads. I promise we’ll talk about this. This time I mean to keep my promise. Just- Please forgive me.” Is all he said before slowly walking out the front door.

For now, this is all he could do. Let the both of your minds calm with some distance between the two of you. He knew you’d forgive him. He just had to make sure this would never happen again. Ever.

Originally posted by jjeonguk


MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to put out. I’ve been having some personal issues and I need to sort through them. I promise I tried my best to get this over with as quickly as possible while still putting out something I’m satisfied with.

TLJ SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!

Ok I need to get some things out of my chest, rant incoming: 

1. Finn was probably the most disrespected character in TLJ. Johnson took one of the main characters and set him aside to go on a pointless journey which lead to nothing. Not only did he accomplish nothing, but him and Rose being captured also led to many Resistance members being killed. It’s like Johnson didn’t know what to do with Finn so he just decided to get ride of him so he could give his place as a main character to Kylo. How original.

2. I think I’m going to get some hate here, but Rose’ character was useless. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kelly Marie Tran and I’m happy she got to achieve her dreams of playing in SW, but her character brings nothing to the story. The Finn/Rose dynamic was weak, Rose seemed like she was created just for the sole reason to get Finn away from Rey. I felt like they had zero romantic chemistry, I don’t know if we’re even supposed to think that they did? 

 And no, I’m not hating because I’m a Stormpilot shipper. I just don’t understand the point in creating new characters with no real role in the movie when others are already there and could easily replace them. We already have a well built friendship between two characters with great chemistry, why not use them ? Story wise it would have been way more intelligent to have Finn go one a buddy cop like adventure with Poe. Maybe it’s indeed my shipper heart talking but having Poe and Finn sneaking around, fighting Phasma and Poe ultimately saving Finn on Crait would have been way more meaningful. I wouldn’t even need the kiss (that’s a lie), but Finn had great buddy-chemistry with Poe regardless. 

Rose also had real potential, they could have done so much better with her, it’s a waste. I’m sad for Kelly because everyone’s hating on her for her character while it’s not her fault but 100% Johnson’s writing skills.

(sorry for my english)

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#kdramawomensweek: day 2 // rent’s due (a character whose journey through adulthood you identify with…someone who you feel reflects to some degree the struggle of either blazing through life or falling and getting back up again)

↪ hong seol, cheese in the trap

himchan is always so disciplined and so firm with himself about following his routine in order to reach his goal, so i can only imagine how much he was pushing himself each and every day just to reach his target physique. just in case some of you might not know how idol dieting works, it usually involves a large drop in daily calorie intake and lots of exercise - so repeated overexertion from exercise and practice most likely led to his stress fracture. 

i shouldn’t even have to say this, but himchan is BEYOND breathtaking at any weight. with all the comments about his weight that have been made by “fans”, some of the members, show mc’s, and probably even TS themselves, how much more motivated do you think he would have been to keep up his strenuous weight loss routine? 

he’s always so adamant about putting the fans first - who was the one that made an entire fansite dedicated to capturing the fans at b.a.p’s concerts? who takes the time to upload photos of the fans at every fansign to their personal instagram account? even after going to the hospital for sharp chest pains and discussing his options for this promotion period, himchan still had the fans and the rest of the group as his top priority, insisting that he wanted to be there onstage as 6 after yongguk’s break.  

kim himchan is honestly one of the most genuine, caring, selfless individuals that i’ve ever seen, and he deserves to be loved and appreciated just as much as every other b.a.p member. please don’t just sit back and passively dismiss this as “just another injury” by sweeping it under the rug. 

what he really needs right now is overwhelming love and support from the fans. 

You didn’t do well...

Dear Jonghyun,

I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but dude, I can say with 100% confidence that you didn’t do well.  

No…you didn’t just do well…

You were EXCEPTIONAL.

I can think back to the first time I saw a SHINee video…it was A.Mi.Go.  And while I liked and noticed each member, it was your voice - the passion in it - that stuck with me from that first listen (and, if I’m being real here, I also thought you were hella attractive).  From that point and every moment forward, my reactions to you were “Wow…what a talent.”  A powerhouse vocalist, a skilled dancer, and as you grew into adulthood and went solo, your sense of music…your innate connection to notes, the rhythm, the tone…it was all beyond exceptional.  Listening to your music is still and always will be such an experience for me, such an enormous joy for a fellow singer and composer.  Above all, you know how to emote with your music, whether you were singing or composing - your music touches people in ways that is rare.  There are great composers and singers out there, but not all of them can emote the way you have in your music.  What a blessing for us to be able to experience your genius through your music.

You also spoke to me on levels that were quite personal.  I happen to be a feminine Asian gay man raised in the West, and of course masculine standards here are no less forgiving.  The image you chose to put forth, the truth you chose to live - defiantly proud of your softness and femininty while proclaiming clearly that those characteristics did not decrease your value as a person - helped me.  I’m five years older than you, but your bravery taught me so much, and because of the example you set to thousands upon thousands of people, I’m now completely unashamed to embrace my own identity as a gender nonconforming cis Asian dude.  You taught me to LIKE the fact that I’m skinny, and a bit “soft”, and a bit “fluffy”…you taught me to be proud of being smaller and “cute” instead of feeling like I always had to strive to be hard and handsome like society expected.  This is not to say that this didn’t come with challenges for you; you’ve expressed openly that you WORKED to find some level of comfort in your identity, and even then, I imagine it may have been a struggle.  But the effort you put into trying to love yourself…just know that it benefitted me, and I’m sure others.

And I guess with that, I’ll segue to the central part of your being exceptional: YOU WORKED SO HARD.  You threw your everything into your music, into your career, into your fans, into your family, into LOVE for others around you and seeking to make those around you happy even when you struggled so hard and seemingly in futility to find your own happiness.  You persevered when you didn’t have to.  I once told a friend that I was so in awe of the fact that you did EVERYTHING with your whole self…even if it was just smiling or laughing.  I think many of us saw the pain behind it, but you still did it all with enthusiasm and EFFORT.  You put so much effort into living, and I think so many of us appreciate all that effort so much.  You gave us years of beautiful music, beautiful imagery, and beautiful smiles.  Even when you didn’t have to, you worked through so much pain to make this world a beautiful, more musical place…and you succeeded.  And we THANK YOU.

You didn’t do well, good sir.  You did EXCEPTIONALLY, and you will be remembered as such.  I don’t know you dude…but in a very real way (or at least a way that is real to me), I love you, and I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.

- hyo, some random fan dude

galaxiamachigai  asked:

Hey it's me again! From the ask on how you draw heads and bodies! Now I'm here to ask about the hair? How do you do it? I've tried and tried but I can never do it! Also it's ok if you don't want to help me!

Sorry this took so long!! I just had a lot going on beside the fact I had no idea what to put here but there you go hope it’s userful!

I actually prefer cataloging hair not basing myself on the curls but how much it seems the gravity is affecting them or not. I see like 5 types of hair that then I adapt to the hairstyle of the character and the style I’m using.

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These are more semi-realistic kinds of hair, if you go to my drawing you’ll see that actually I really like to bullshit it when it’s about drawing hair ;)

Walk With Me?

A/n: I’ve received a few different requests for an imagine about going to the beach with Shawn inspired by the recent pictures and videos. 

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It’s been a long and exhausting tour so far, but Shawn finally has a couple of much deserved days off. You haven’t been with him for most of the tour, but since he had a few days off in Florida, you took some time off work and joined him on tour last week to spend time with him and end it on the beach together in Florida. After a busy week with Shawn on tour, you’re excited for a few days to just relax, and you can tell he is too. 

The second you arrive at the hotel room, you drop your bags and change into your swimsuit. Shawn knows you’ve been dying to go to the beach since it’s been a while since you’ve been in the ocean. Anytime you don’t go to the beach for a month or two it feels like an eternity since you grew up going practically every week. Shawn wastes no time changing into his swim shorts, not wanting to keep you waiting. You two head down to the beach outside the hotel and spot the rest of his team already lounging about. 

You’re pretty much the only girl around most of the time when you visit Shawn on tour, but you don’t mind. You watch the boys play like little kids at the beach for the first time, all the while laughing at their antics, and genuinely enjoying the company. You help Matt bury Shawn and Charlie in the sand, filming them as they free themselves and run into the water. 

You spend the afternoon swimming, playing spike ball, talking to fans, and playing in the sand. It’s been an amazing day so far, just being at the beach makes you feel at peace and re-energized. Seeing the happiness on Shawn’s face and the way he finally has time to relax is really all you need to feel completely content as well.

As the sun starts to set, Shawn’s crew begins getting ready to head up to their rooms, ready to be back inside after a nice long afternoon in the sun. You stand up, folding up your towel and pulling your dress back on, ready to follow the crowd back in. Shawn appears beside you. Resting his hand on your shoulder, he asks, “Wanna take a walk with me?”

A smile crosses your face as you intertwine your fingers with his. “Of course.”

You say goodbye to everyone, and begin walking down the beach hand in hand. There are hotels lining this particular beach, so there are a lot of other tourists lounging on the beach or playing in the water or sand. He squeezes your hand as you begin to walk, letting the waves lap at your feet.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company, knowing that there’s no need to fill the silence because just the other person’s presence is more than enough. You both make comments when something comes to mind, and you have small conversations along the way. You walk further than either of you intended to, but you were just enjoying being with each other, having time alone, and taking in the beautiful view.

The two of you walk and talk until you’re far past the row of hotels. The beach is mostly empty here because most people don’t want to walk this far, but neither of you minded or even noticed really. The sun setting has turned the sky a beautiful pink color. You sit down side by side on the sand, enjoying the sounds of the crashing waves. He wraps his arm around you, and you lean into him instinctively. You’re both staring at the sunset, waiting for the sun to disappear and the colors to fade from the sky leaving only darkness behind. But the truth is, you don’t want it to. If you could, you’d live in this moment forever. 

Don’t Care if it Hurts pt. 4

Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader, unrequited!Taehyung x reader. 

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Alcoholism, hurt/comfort

Wordcount: 6.2k

authors note: Hey guys! I’m so stunned by the positive responses I’ve gotten from everyone~ I’m so glad that everyone loves IDCIIH so much. Also- I'm nearing finals week, It’s unlikely that this story will be updated until after my finals are over. 

wine mom Seokjin and Namjoon are my favorite fight me on this. also, Healthy Jimin is my kink. 

Song to play during this chapter: press your number ~ taemin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

It didn’t surprise you; what was waiting when your alarm went off. Jimin stretched, eyes tired from where he had taken up shop curled around your feet. “Master Namjoon left a note on your door when he left a little while ago.” He said. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept a wink. 

Before washing up and getting ready for your classes (which started in a few hours) you opened your door to get the note. It was one of your brother’s little quirks, it made you a little happy, knowing you where the only one he’d rather talk too in person than text.

Something came up, Seokjin will cook on Friday night. Sorry. Going with Suga to Busan, Be back WEDS, Love you. – RM

You sighed rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tucking the note into one of the drawers by your vanity. 

“What was it?” Jimin asked.

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