i hope i explained things right

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry may I ask for Keith voltron headcanons ur hcs are so Good

  • when he enters a room he automatically assesses his chances of beating the people inside in a fight
    • this is kinda horrifying but also. really funny
    • keith: *looks at shiro* *makes a mental note to add more push ups to his workout*
    • keith: *looks at lance* *nods because all is right in the world*
  • someone explained the “i say vol you say tron” thing to him a while back but he keeps messing it up because he thinks lance’s reactions are funny
  • *pidge drops down from the ceiling* keith, without looking up from his cereal: “hey”
  • has a weird stockholm syndrome-y relationship with country music since it was the only stuff on the radio out in the desert
    • he hates it. but. it was there for him when no one else was
  • is confused 72% of the time
  • the living embodiment of the words “fuck it”
  • refuses to refer to his hairstyle as a mullet. it’s just long lance. go away lance
  • keith: “why are you squeezing me with your body” hunk: “…it’s a hug, keith. i’m hugging you.”
    • alternatively: *literally anyone goes to hug keith* “…is…… is that a knife in your pocket”
  • “i just slept seven hours, which is twice as long as i usually sleep, so i’m a little disoriented”
Today, I fucked up... by calling a locksmith when I was “locked out” of my car

I’ll preface this by saying I’m usually not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I’ll make this quick:

I got off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker - as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times, battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada.

I call a locksmith, explain that I’m locked out of my car. He says he’ll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:

“So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, I’ll have it open in a minute.”

“No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead.” I replied.

He stops and for about 10 seconds. Doesn’t say a word. He sees my keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and opens the door.

I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually. He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge. The story he’d have to tell was worth the drive out.

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I need a brief moment to address something, I hope you’ll bear with me. Over the last few days and months I have been receiving some hate and a lot of you are choosing to unfollow me for standing up and using my voice to speak for things I believe in: Women’s rights. LGBT rights. Minorities rights. Protecting the environment. Whatever and whenever I speak my mind and explain how I feel, I receive the backlash and a lot of anger directed my way and I am saddened by it. I do not mind if you disagree with what I believe in, I do not mind if your opinion doesn’t line up with mine, but what I do mind is that so much of this hatred aimed my way says the same thing: “Stick to what you know, write poetry and shut up.” I am sorry, but I cannot and I will not. I write poetry to clear out the noise in my mind, to speak the truths I believe in, and I am confused how anyone who follows me can be at all surprised that Love, kindness, and compassion are at the roots of all of the things I write, and share.

I will not and cannot apologize for standing up for what I believe in, and my heart hurts that there are so many who would walk away, fingers in their ears and hands over their eyes, because I say things they may not agree with. What we need now more than ever is a coming together; not a further splitting apart. We need More love, not more hate, we need patience and compassion, not irritation and anger. I write a lot about love, living a life filled with it towards everyone and everything, and I hope that is seen in All I post, in How I live. The same button you clicked to Follow me exists to Unfollow, and I am sorry so many feel the need to do so simply because I do not think what you think, but I am most sorry that in doing so, you believe I should not Think, at all.

I love you all, all who support, challenge, and engage with me. I see you. I hear you. Even those that throw hate this way, I love you, too. Thank you for the patience you teach me; thank you for stretching the boundaries of my compassion. I am here, and I am not going anywhere.

YOI Season Two HC/Prediction/Wish

          Okay, so i have a long long theory/headcanon/prediction for season two of yuri on ice, which, we already know from Kubo is confirmed.
First, the obvious, that Kubo stated that a second season would come in the form of a sequel, not a “season two”. This makes it safe to say that Yuuri’s story ends at the end of this season and oh god what a beautiful story it is I pulled an allnighter cause im so shook.


       So i saw a cute fanart where the title was changed to Victor on Ice and i thought oh how cute but after seeing episode ten, it’s very clear to me what a second season would be about.


That’s right, Yuratchka Plisetsky. This would explain a few things and make the most sense. For one, we saw yurio not as much as id hope throughout this series, despite him being in the opening title and an established main character. 

But as Yuuri’s story is coming to a close, Yuratchka is getting more screentime and we’re learning a little bit more about him. But, there are still many questions to be asked about the little kitten and id like to believe that starting season two, the sequel, Yuratchka will be the main focus, not Yuuri(sorry people wishing for a victuuri couple skate season, though id still support that decision).


        To me, this would be the most interesting and appropriate approach to a sequel, and the show could keep the name “Yuri on Ice” but in reference to Yuri Plisetsky instead of Yuri Nikiforov Katsuki.
This would also explain why we don’t meet the beautiful Otabek until two episodes from the end of the show. Their meeting is similar to Victor and Yuuri’s; they met at a summer camp and Yuri caught the eye of Otabek and Otabek has now pursued him about a year later.


I know they’re like instant friends and dont even start with the whole Yurio is too young to possibly be in a romantic relationship with Otabek. I’ve considered that too, and they’re just friends now. The beauty in their meeting is that both have been alone for so long, and now they are finally gaining something they needed the whole show, a friend. Showing Otabek at the end of the show starting a friendship with Yurio is like the beginning of Yuri’s own story. And if Yurio was to be the main focus of a sequel season, showing his highest potential love interest at the end would be appropriate. They have tons of time to build a relationship as friends and eventually rivals and possibly lovers in the future.


This would lead to interesting concepts that Yuri on Ice could cover in season two. Kubo has already shown us that she can make history with her writing and the first season on love is fantastic. We cover things like anxiety, love in many many forms, and even heartbreak in the first season.

 Yurio would have so much to bring to the stage such as his own problems with Masculinity and gender which it has been evident throughout the show he is having a  serious gender identity crisis, always being told how beautiful and feminine he is despite wanting to be manly(go Otabek for that masculinity compliment, you get bf points), his beginning to have sexual interests, because i doubt he has any at the moment, and realizing that Victor gave him the agape routine a year ago for a reason. Yurio has an unconditional love that Victor saw in him that he’s been having trouble finding. Wouldn’t it be beautiful if Otabek was that agape he was always searching for in his skating?


Sorry for the very long post. I just really support the idea of Yuri Katsuki on Ice becoming Yuri Plisetsky on Ice.


Bonus:

The Katsukis his parents would be there supporting him off the ice maybe with a little one ahhhhh :3

ugh i’m trying to compose an eloquent text post about this but i’ve erased it like four times now but like. there’s nothing wrong with being a moderate - in politics and in cultural stuff like fandom and everything else. a person doesn’t need to be Dead To You for saying one wrong thing. and on the flipside (and this is more my point), a generally shitty person (like jason kenney, or fucking like john mccain or someone) shouldn’t be Your God & Bae now for saying one right thing. don’t be reactionary, and don’t be polemic. don’t be inflammatory when you’re arguing with someone; they’re not an enemy to be destroyed. the end.

I might seem naive writing this. Maybe I am, but at this point, I don’t even care. I’m not letting my favourite TV series go without even trying to make sense of it. I’m not sure if I’m right, but I really hope so. We’ll see if I made myself look like a fool.

After I watched The Six Thatchers and The Lying Detective, I was confused. Something was not quite right. One of the things I’ve always loved about this show, is it’s precise attention to detail and it’s clever subtext. The things they put to it, even the smallest details, are not random. Those things are carefully thought and meaningful. For me, it was obvious that the writers were creating a beautiful, carefully crafted romance between John and Sherlock. I don’t need to explain why I (and many others) think this way, since  @pearlrebs​ has already done a brilliant video-series about it. I’d like to thank her for that.

After TST and TLD aired, we looked trough them carefully. Since the episodes were confusing and illogical, we tried to search for clues, some explanation. We are used to doing that, the TJLC community is smart. “Pretty damn smart”, as Sherlock would say. We understand subtext, we read between the lines. Then The Final Problem aired. It was upsetting, rude. I was so angry afterwards that I stopped watching almost immediately after the credits rolled, therefore missing this trailer after it. Check out this post by @london2go.

If you don’t agree with TJLC and johnlock, don’t worry. It’s not what I am trying to prove here. As I was saying, the details in this show are carefully planned. The show I know doesn’t make silly mistakes and plot holes like it did on series 4.

This skull-situation also needs explanation. Also, the new one was glowing like a TV screen in several scenes.

For a moment, lets forget the plot and look at the visuals instead. Special effects of the show used to be inventive and realistic. The scenes were filmed in various locations. It is obvious that they have a big budget for making the series. However, The Final Problem was mostly filmed inside a studio. The special effects were lacking and really fake looking.

Here we have a comparison. Explosion of the Palace of Westminster from The Empty Hearse, and exploding Baker Street from The Final problem.

Also the “patience grenade” is a goddamn plastic toy. Also, since it’s motion activated it should have exploded countless times before it actually did.

It’s also funny how Doctor John Watson, who in The Abominable Bride said: “I’m an army doctor, which means I can break every bone in your body while naming them.”, is suddenly unable to tell a difference between dog’s and human’s bones.

These are just examples of everything that is wrong about this episode. It would take me forever to list them all. I‘m sure everyone knows what I’m talking about at this point.

My main point is, that is it possible for Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat to suddenly lose all their ability to write great stories? Is it possible that they really think this nonsense as  “groundbreaking”, “television history”, “insane wish fulfilment”? Could it be, that we were completely wrong about the show?
I’d say that it is not possible.

Could this episode have been fake? Could there be a reasonable explanation behind all this? Could they really go trough all this trouble?
I’d say that it is improbable, but not impossible. 

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

Maybe this is Sherlock’s Reichenbach Fall. The world is made to believe that Sherlock is a fraud.

I know emotions are still running high in a lot of areas, but could I just say this - surely most of the area of fandom disappointed with the way Sherlock has turned out don’t think Steven & Mark deliberately ‘queerbaited’ to cause upset and distress to fans, right? So you don’t think that Mark, a gay man, sat down one day and thought let’s set all this up in a bid to undermine representation and validate homophobia and all the other allegations being thrown around. If you feel those were the results, okay, but you don’t genuinely think he was hoping and aiming for that, right?

If so, then could I please issue an appeal that you try to address your concerns to the Powers That Be through routes like emails that explain, rationally, why you feel that way and where you think writing/marketing/etc for the series suggested things that never happened. Educate them. Could I respectfully suggest that it is not appropriate to contact the Switchboard LGBT charity Mark Gatiss is a patron for and tell them they should make him step down because his writing has damaged so many people.

It’s reached the point that some people seem to be actively trying to ruin his personal and professional life. Calling him an “honorary straight” and invalidating his sexuality, sending him abusive messages, and now attacking his support for a charity. If you’re upset, write your letters, but please try to keep some perspective and don’t basically ask an LGBT charity to sack a gay man who has done years of work for LGBT causes because you disagree with the way he writes Sherlock.

Shouldn’t 9

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader, Cas

Summary:  Dean acted on his feelings even though he shouldn’t have.  Then he left her.  She’s now in a coma.  Can she be saved?

Word Count:  1595

Warnings: Angst, Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Shouldn’t 9

Dean looks at Sam, hopeful. Cas looks concerned, uncertain what Sam is proposing. Sam holds his hands up in warning. “Don’t - don’t get your hopes up, it’s just an idea, and I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Sam, you’re killing me, just tell me.Whatever it is,” Dean begs.

“African Dream Root,” Sam explains. “Look, at least, maybe you could talk to her, let her know how you feel, make things right. I don’t know if you can bring her back, or even find her in there…”

“I’ll do it,” Dean say, a determined glint in his eyes.

“Dean,” Cas warns. “We don’t know what he did to her. She may not even be in there, not really.”

“I don’t fucking care. I have to try,” he says. “Or I can’t live with myself,” he adds quietly.

Sam nods, understanding that his brother needs to do this. “Okay, let me get together the ingredients. Just hang tight, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Sammy,” Dean replies.

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Today, I fucked up by calling a locksmith when I was "locked out" of my car.

I’ll preface this by saying I’m usually not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I’ll make this quick:

I got off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker – as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times, battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada.

I call a locksmith, explain that I’m locked out of my car. He says he’ll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:

‘So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, I’ll have it open in a minute.’

‘No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead,’ I replied.

He stops and for about 10 seconds doesn’t say a word. He sees my keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and opens the door.

I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually. He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge. The story he’d have to tell was worth the drive out.

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anonymous asked:

but by that logic isn't show malec bad too then? bc alec is only a couple years older than 17 but magnus is still the same age...

nope! the difference is that in the show, alec is an adult in his twenties (i think the showrunners said he’s twenty-three??). a seventeen year old is a child, and an eighteen year old is still a teenager even if they’re ‘legal’ (which is……a super gross way for older adults to excuse sexualizing young people, yikes). show!alec is an adult who can recognize what he wants out of his relationship with magnus and decide whether or not to pursue that, from a perspective of emotional maturity that a seventeen year old alec wouldn’t have. 

(i’m not saying a seventeen year old is incapable of making mature decisions of course, but. from the perspective of someone about to turn twenty, you grow up a lot in your late teens/early twenties and the difference of even just those few years is significant in alec’s personal/emotional growth. plus, a minor is still a minor and therefore unable to consent to any sort of romantic/sexual relationship with an adult.)

anonymous asked:

Your victuuri drawing was so cute, awww!!!! Sorry if its too much to ask but can you show us your art process?

thank you :) i’m glad you liked it! 

if you mean like, how i draw, it pretty much just goes like this:

i don’t really know how to explain what i did but i hope it helps!! :) 

Time Together (Jumin x MC)

Jumin has to leave to take a call and comes back to find you fast asleep.

Word Count: 522

Honestly, I’m tired and sad but I still wanted to post something because this blog is one of the things I legitimately enjoy. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a fantastic day :)

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Jumin made his way back into the living room, a last minute call interrupting time he had meant to spend with you.

“I’ll be right back.” He had said, giving an apologetic smile.

“It’s fine!” You insisted. “I’ll be here waiting!”

Neither of you had expected the call to be so lengthy.

He apparently had another stack of documents waiting for him in the morning, and the last hour had been spent explaining nearly every bit of it.

He couldn’t explain the guilt he felt as he came to the sofa.

He didn’t expect you to be upset, but he couldn’t help but feel a swelling of sorrow at his missed time with you.

He opened his mouth preparing to apologize when he found your figure hunched over, a blanket wrapped around you.

Were you…asleep?

His confusion was confirmed as he heard a few gentle snores from you.

You had fallen asleep waiting for him.

That swelling of guilt, now felt as though it were about to burst.

He sighed, kneeling down in front of you.

You wouldn’t be able to hear him, but he only felt it right to say something.

“I’m so sorry Love. I won’t make you wait so long again.”

You stirred a bit, yawning lightly.

You were so fast asleep, he couldn’t bare to wake you up.

So instead, he curled his hands beneath your body, lifting you up into his arms.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He hummed, unable to hide the smallest smile as you naturally rested your head on his chest.

He lead you to the bedroom, gently setting you down on the bed. 

You immediately sank comfortably, stretching your body contently. 

He tenderly pressed a kiss to your temple, entwining his fingers with yours.

“Goodnight darling.”

However, as he prepared to walk off, he felt something holding him back.

He glanced backward, his eyes widening in surprise.

Your hand was still holding onto his.

He stared at you in shock for a moment, seeing as your hold on him didn’t once loosen.

And then he laughed softly, his grin tugging from ear to ear.

You were always so kind. 

He couldn’t fathom how someone like you was even real.

He sat down, his upper body laying against the bed beside you, and gave your hand a fond squeeze.  

You always seemed to make him so happy. 

Even now, just having you near made a warmth spread in his chest. 

He didn’t want to leave. 

So, he didn’t.

He stayed.

His eyelids began to droop, his body slumping against yours.

Within moments, sleep took hold.

And in the morning you woke to find his sleeping form beside you.

And your hands still wound about one another.

Just Friends?

Originally posted by tanyak312

Request: Hello! I love love your blog! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where you work at QC and there’s a business party, and your best friend Oliver acts more friendly and touchy and you like it but aren’t sure how to react and people start to thing you guys are a thing? Thank you!

Notes: So this is my first official time writing for Oliver specifically, so I hope yu guys like it! :)

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  • Remind me that you love me...
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Remind me that you love me, because my heart has been feeling void of those words lately.. and my brain attempts to explain to my emotions that they aren’t always right but they don’t seem to listen to reason, they never have. And so, I tell my feet to travel to all the places we had memories together, hoping to somehow relapse my emotions back to the times we were together.. I tried to find you in the things you weren’t, and I regret it every time I feel that bitter sense of longing in the air.. I didn’t mean to lose you, or push you away,.. but your hands were never mine to hold and I never seemed to have your heart the way you had mine.. and when I closed my eyes I swear I could see your face but now I’m starting to forget what you looked like. Maybe that’s a good thing because you can’t miss something you don’t remember, right? But, if you do.. still love me.. tell me? Because my emotions aren’t accepting that you’re gone, and even though my mind is moving on, my heart isn’t listening to my thoughts

- And maybe, one day.. you’ll come back to me

The first cut hurts like hell because these days are always preparing us for eyes that will never look twice, hands that always leave, and lips that lie faster than gravity swallows up the stars. we stand in front of mirrors alone and expect to find love beside the prologue. I looked outside of myself for meaning, but all I feared became the years you’re outgrowing - the vision beyond the pocket I have kept is neatly folded in. I can feel my lips getting progressively worse, and I would text the moon about loneliness, but I have run out of lessons to keep my tongue cool. I push everyone away and wonder why silence always wants a divorce. I’ve been dislocating the parts of me you’ve been okay loving, the days you see more sun than tears trying to grow a garden out of symphonies I never learned to hear. I listened to your words, not your thoughts. I held your hand instead of your heart. There’s nothing you could say that would hurt more than never hearing from you again.

- And I know I’m growing into a walking apology, but in what scenario do I get to keep you?

So find me in our epitaph and I’ll resurrect our love with forgiveness, because you never knew how to accept what I had to offer and I never knew how to gift you the things you were so afraid of. Commitment was like Russian roulette with a barrel pressed to your head, and I unknowingly kept pulling the trigger, so, forgive me. I never knew your past haunted your thoughts of me, and I didn’t take the time to learn from my mistakes. We fell for each other never understanding how to stand for ourselves in the first place, so it’s not fair to only blame yourself when we hit the ground. You did not lose me love, we simply lost track of each other in our own darkness, and I am still trying to find the light to our souls. So please, remind me of what once was and maybe, just maybe we can go back and do things differently because while you long for me,.. I look for you.. Other eyes don’t shine as bright and your light always grew so warm in my arms, come find me. I will stay with you, if you want to try again.

- But promise me you’ll stop apologizing for both of our sins.

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how far i’ll go

merry christmas @embulalia! i’m your secret santa! i hope you enjoy your gift :) 

happy holidays!


Stan might be bad at metaphors, but he has to let it all out somehow. So, here he is, thinking of a dumb metaphor that can explain his feelings. The thing about metaphors is that they have to be deep and philosophical, right? That can’t be too hard. Poets do it all the time! He just needs to dig deep into his feelings, even though he’s never really been an emotional type of guy.

Anyway. Here goes nothing.

Stan is a boat. That’s dumb, isn’t it? But it’s the only thing he can think of as he stares at the Stan O’ War ahead of him, perched on the sand and ready to sail. Okay. So he’s a boat and he likes to…sail? He likes traveling. He wants to see the world. But he can’t do that without the sea; he won’t budge unless there’s a sea to move on. And that’s where his brother comes in. He has a feeling thinking making a metaphor about him will be a lot easier.

Ford is the sea: deep thoughts and meaningful words. He’ll know the secrets of the world one day, like how the ocean knows the secrets of what’s down in the trenches. He’s loved by all, taken care of by all, no matter how weird he might be. He’s the ocean, blue and wide, stretching out to places that are hard to find. He connects islands together. He connects ideas and people together.

Putting the two metaphors together is the easiest part — of course it is. He’s been thinking about this part all his life.

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Fenrys is the love child of Feysand!

Okay, okay. I know this theory has been circulating around for a while but a strongly believe this to be a possibility. Credit to whoever came up this first. Anyways, on to my reasons:

1. Connal and Fenrys are twins. Connal has dark hair *cough* Rhysand *cough* and Fenrys has blonde, fair hair like *cough* Feyre *cough* Okay so this doesn’t exactly prove anything but still.

2. Winnowing (I hope I spelled that right) Okay so we ALL know both Rhys and Feyre can winnow *cue epic music followed by those flashbacks of them winnowing into the mortal lands and through trees and shit* and in Eos during the battle ship massacre Fenrys winnows Aelin out of the water (Sort of) The only thing about this is that winnowing doesn’t have a name in the Tog series. When Fenrys tries to explain it to Aelin he tells her that no one knows what the fuck it really is and such. He also isn’t as good at winnowing as Rhysand-but winnowing is winnowing.

3. Fenrys describes his parents as being very similar to Feyre and Rhysand. I can’t remember the exact detail but he described his mother as strong and powerful. Whose strong and powerful. Feyre, that’s who.

4. Okay, this is probably my favourite theory yet. Fenrys and Cassian swear exactly the same.

“Mother’s tits, Rys!” - Cassian

“Mother’s tits, Rowan” - Fenrys

So we know Sarah can be quite creative when it comes to characters expressing their frustration: Brute, brat, prick, bastard… the list goes on and on. So why would Maas have these two characters curse the same way? Unless naughty uncle Cassian decide to piss of Rhysand and teach baby Fenrys a few swear words????

5. Guys the most obvious reason yet: Feyre and Rhysand=Fey ‘n Rhys=Fenrys! Boom!!!!!

Lol. I know this makes no sense. I’m leaving now.

WAIT!!!! DON’T GO YET!!!!! i GOT A FRIENDLY REMINDER!!!

If my theory is true both father and sons have been sexually abused by fucking bitches.

K. I’m going now. Feel free to hate me.

“I’m Pregnant.”

Request: “73. Monsta X’s Changkyun. Can you please make it angsty, I have a thing for angsty fics😅😂. Thanks💟 “ - anon

Huehue, thank you so much anon for sending this request. I hope you enjoy reading this! Huehue, I’m so happy right now, I can’t explain what I feel ;u;

Ship: Changkyun x [y/n]

Genre: Angsty

Word Count: 1474 words

credits to the owner for this gif. all of my oneshots/imagines/scenarios are written by me, omgxiaoch.

Originally posted by seunqyoun

Two straight red lines.

It was unlike you to skip a month of menstruation. You were starting to get nervous as you felt something was wrong. Totally wrong. It was around seven in the morning when you decided to buy some pregnancy test kit at your local drugstore which was only a few blocks away.

You slipped right out from your boyfriend’s, aka. Changkyun’s hold, making sure that he doesn’t wake up. Tying your hair into a ponytail, you pulled your knitted sweated over your head, and grabbed your purse and went straight out of your apartment.

Once you successfully bought the pregnancy test kit, you hurriedly went back home, hoping that Changkyun was still fast asleep. As soon as you unlocked the door, you tiptoed your way to your room, only to be stopped by a voice.

“Where have you been?”

You turned your head towards the kitchen and saw Changkyun preparing breakfast with his usual pokerface on. “U-uh, I-I just went to the drugstore to buy something.” Changkyun didn’t looked convinced by your alibi.

I bought some napkins since I forgot to buy some supplies.” you blurted out, finally, Changkyun believed in your alibi. “Oh, okay. Why don’t you come here and eat?”

“I-I’ll go to the bathroom first since I really need to pee.” You went dashing towards the bathroom before Changkyun could allow you. Slamming the door shut, you locked the bathroom door and set the pregnancy test kit on the marbled sink and opened it up. You read the instructions first and finally proceeded on doing it.

Waiting for a minute or two, you worriedly back and forth, hoping that it would be negative as it would be the end for Changkyun’s career if people knew that he got someone pregnant.

After minutes passed, you gathered up the courage to finally look at the pregnancy test result. Two fcking straight red lines. You were too shocked to move, thousands of thoughts came rushing in as soon as you’ve realized that you’re pregnant.

Changkyun waited for you for about five to ten minutes, tapping his foot on the ground nervously as he started to get weird thoughts like you slipped or something. Having enough of the wait, he trudged towards the bathroom and came banging on the door. “[y/n]-ah, are you okay?”

You cursed under your breath. “I’m a-alright, babe.” covering your mouth right away after realizing that you only call him babe when you’ve done something wrong or you’re nervous about something.

[y/n], come out this instant.” his voice was stern and orotund. Trying to hide the pregnancy kit on your drawer, you heard the door click as it swung open. You hid the pregnancy test behind your back as big drop of sweat starts forming on your forehead.

What did you do?” Changkyun gets really irritated whenever you don’t do what he wants you to do. “What did I do? N-nothing.” you looked at him innocently, slowly pushing the pregnancy test behind your back when you saw from your peripheral view, Changkyun looking at your hands from the mirror.

What’s that you’re trying to hide?” Now, it’s really obvious by the tone of his voice that he’s already pissed off. He never liked the idea of you trying to hide anything from him as he has been really open with all his secrets.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Changkyun.” you slowly backed away from him as he slowly inched closer to you. He knows your hiding something. He knows you better than you know yourself.

We’ve been dating for three years, [y/n], and now you’re hiding something from me. Are you dating someone behind my back?” you stopped, eyes widened from his sudden outburst.

W-what are you talking abou?” Changkyun rolled his eyes in frustration as he pulled something out from his pockets. You froze on your spot when you saw a picture of you and Jooheon feeding each other, hugging and Jooheon kissing your cheek.

Where the hell did he get those photos? you thought as you felt your blood boil, eyebrows furrowed. “Where did you get those?” Changkyun threw those photos on the sink, his tongue poking the side of his cheeks as he ran his fingers through his locks.

So you’re dating someone behind my back. And to think it’s my hyung that you’re dating.” you stared at the photos, thinking that those photos were taken by his hyungs when they planned to make Jooheon’s admirer hate him.

Could stop sprouting nonsense?! You clearly don’t know what’s behind those photos.” you retaliated, having enough of his bullcrap. Changkyun looked like he didn’t give a damn on hearing you explain.

“Tss, you don’t have to hide it anymore [y/n]. I thought that I’d spend my whole life with but I guess I was wrong. Thanks for enticing me, filling my mind with stupid yet false fantasies.”

Tears started to form on the corner of his eyes, knowing where this conversation is going to. You, too, also know where this’s going. You didn’t know what to do anymore, should you tell him about the pregnancy or break up with him and never see him again.

Changkyun, let me explain–”

“I don’t want to hear any of those lies, [y/n]. I’m tired of hearing shit. Let’s break up.” and with that Changkyun turned his heel, and went straight out of the bathroom. He grabbed his bag and started packing up his things.

Changkyun, please listen to me. Those pictures were taken by your hyungs–” you trailed right behind him as tears started to fall down your cheeks. He didn’t bother talking back. You kneeled beside him, holding the hem of his shirt with all your might as he tried prying your hands off of him.

Let go–” “Changkyun, those photos were for Jooheon’s admirer. I’m not dating behind your back, why would I even date behind your back? You’re the only one that I love.” Changkyun scoffed, turning around to face you.

“Didn’t I say that I didn’t want to hear your lies? Let go!” Changkyun successfully pried your hands off from his shirt and zipped his bag close. You couldn’t help but sob.

Don’t do this to me, Changkyun.” you begged, holding him once again at the hem of his shirt. “Don’t you get it, [y/n]?! We’re fucking through!” He yelled, making you freeze on your spot.

You let go of his shirt, making him continue his way through the door. Before he could twist the knob, you gathered up all your courage and decided to tell him the truth.

I’m pregnant.”

This stopped him from his tracks. He slowly turned to you, his anger washed away when he saw you pull out the pregnancy test from your back pocket, putting it right in front of you why crying.

I’m pregnant with you child…”

You repeated once again, loud enough for him to hear you. “What?” he asked. Tired of repeating yourself, you pushed the pregnancy test towards him. Changkyun picked the pregnancy test up and looked at the result.

You’re pregnant with my child?”

You nodded your head, trying to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry for jumping into stupid conclusions, [y/n].” Changkyun was now crying, he went to your side and hugged you.

I-I got caught up with my anger. I-I’m so sorry, I’m such a jerk… I didn’t mean to break u-up with you.” Changkyun tried his best to say the whole sentence without his voice hitching.

You shook your head as you caressed the small of his back. “N-no, I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. This wouldn’t have happened if I-I didn’t had to hide this from you.” As you were slowly calming down from crying, you wiped your tears and pulled away from the hug.

Kissing his tears away, Changkyun looked at you while cupping your face. “I’m really sorry for what I’ve said [y/n], I really am. B-but why did you have to hide it from me?”

Changkyun lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him when you looked down  after his question. “I-I was scared t-that you’d get mad at me and not t-take responsibility of our child.”

“What made you think like that?”

I don’t know…” your voice trailed off, making Changkyun chuckle. “You’re so cute, jagiya. I’ll take full responsibility of our child even if it means that I have to marry you and end my career.”

“B-but, your career–”

“Shuush, let’s not talk about my career anymore and let’s say that what happened a while ago never happened, okay?” you nodded your head in obedience, only to receive a kiss from Changkyun. Smiling, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss once again.

Now, how about we go to the hospital and have you checked?”

Contact Epilogue (Trixya) - Stella

A/N: So normally I would just use this as a summary for the work, but I feel like I should explain a few things here instead. I know I promised a few more chapters, but I truly feel like this fic has reached it’s natural end. People don’t seem as interested, and it’s been way more work than it’s worth to write. After talking it over with some people (thank you Köhler for helping), it just feels right to end Contact here. It’s been an amazing five months, and I hope you guys will be just as enthusiastic about the other fics I have in the works as you all were about this one. If you have any questions please feel free to message me at @artificialstella!

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Remind me that you love me, because my heart has been feeling void of those words lately.. and my brain attempts to explain to my emotions that they aren’t always right but they don’t seem to listen to reason, they never have. And so, I tell my feet to travel to all the places we had memories together, hoping to somehow relapse my emotions back to the times we were together.. I tried to find you in the things you weren’t, and I regret it every time I feel that bitter sense of longing in the air.. I didn’t mean to lose you, or push you away,.. but your hands were never mine to hold and I never seemed to have your heart the way you had mine.. and when I closed my eyes I swear I could see your face but now I’m starting to forget what you looked like. Maybe that’s a good thing because you can’t miss something you don’t remember, right? But, if you do.. still love me.. tell me? Because my emotions aren’t accepting that you’re gone, and even though my mind is moving on, my heart isn’t listening to my thoughts 

- And maybe, one day.. you’ll come back to me 

 The first cut hurts like hell because these days are always preparing us for eyes that will never look twice, hands that always leave, and lips that lie faster than gravity swallows up the stars. we stand in front of mirrors alone and expect to find love beside the prologue. I looked outside of myself for meaning, but all I feared became the years you’re outgrowing - the vision beyond the pocket I have kept is neatly folded in. I can feel my lips getting progressively worse, and I would text the moon about loneliness, but I have run out of lessons to keep my tongue cool. I push everyone away and wonder why silence always wants a divorce. I’ve been dislocating the parts of me you’ve been okay loving, the days you see more sun than tears trying to grow a garden out of symphonies I never learned to hear. I listened to your words, not your thoughts. I held your hand instead of your heart. There’s nothing you could say that would hurt more than never hearing from you again. 

- And I know I’m growing into a walking apology, but in what scenario do I get to keep you? 

 So find me in our epitaph and I’ll resurrect our love with forgiveness, because you never knew how to accept what I had to offer and I never knew how to gift you the things you were so afraid of. Commitment was like Russian roulette with a barrel pressed to your head, and I unknowingly kept pulling the trigger, so forgive me. I never knew your past haunted your thoughts of me, and I didn’t take the time to learn from my mistakes. We fell for each other never understanding how to stand for ourselves in the first place, so it’s not fair to only blame yourself when we hit the ground. You did not lose me love, we simply lost track of each other in our own darkness, and I am still trying to find the light to our souls. So please, remind me of what once was and maybe, just maybe we can go back and do things differently because while you long for me,.. I look for you.. Others eyes don’t shine as bright and your light always grew so warm in my arms, come find me. I will stay with you, if you want to try again. 

- But promise me you’ll stop apologizing for both of our sins.

Collaboration with @teacup13 (Italics) and @allwordsunspok3n (Normal)

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I can’t explain the happiness and pride I feel for these three right now. Both Tyler and Josh and Brendon all deserve these awards and I’m glad that The Grammy’s think the same thing! Brendon has been through so much, from losing band members, to practically being under the pressure of having to produce/write his own album. This man deserves so much for all of his constant positivity and the undeniable talent he possesses! I hope he takes home the win; Death of a Bachelor was so beautiful and Brendon’s voice is perfection!

Now on the other hand, to be nominated for 1 Grammy is a huge deal, but 5?….Well that’s near unbelievable!!!! I’m blown away every time Twenty Øne Piløts hits another milestone, and being up for 5 Grammy’s is definitely one of them! Like I said, I’m beyond proud of Tyler and Josh and everything they have accomplished, but I’m also proud of us, the Clique, and how we continue to be a part of something so important. WE DID IT GUYS! We have helped spread Tyler and Josh’s message by supporting them both and letting others know about their music any chance we can. Whether it’s the AMAs, APMAs, or one of the major music award shows such as The Grammy’s, the Clique has been there every step of the way, and we will continue to be there for everything that comes in the future. These are our boys and we have nothing but love and gratitude for them! I can’t wait to see their acceptance speeches and how adorable and awkward Josh will be when Tyler makes him talk in front of everyone. I can already imagine the looks of shock and pure happiness after they have been claimed winners! Now comes the impossible wait. CONGRATULATIONS BRENDON, TYLER, AND JOSH!!! 👏❤❤❤ |-/