i hope someone does something with it

downsyndromeitis  asked:

your blog has turned into you whining about being trans instead of trying to actually calm down people

listen you fucking freak. normally id try to come up with some funny response to this but ive had a rough night and im not in the damn mood. does sending gore pics to trans people get you off? does it make you feel good about yourself? because it’s honestly pathetic that you can’t find something better to do with your time. i really hope someone you know finds your blog / finds out what you’ve sent and you have to face the consequences of your disgusting actions for once in your damn life. anyways everyone block this absolute piece of shit

Found Family

Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Edward Nygma

Warnings: past transphobia, mentions of child abuse. If anyone would like clarification or elaboration on the context for those, feel free to message me privately.


Edward sounded… despondent. Subdued. He never sounded like that. He was always so energetic, so animated. Jon’s anxiety spiked as he worried over his friend. Boyfriend? Whatever.


Some people I know are having a hard time this American Thanksgiving. I had time on my hands tonight as a Canadian, so I wrote something for them in the hopes it would help. I sincerely hope it does.

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anonymous asked:

Love your blog! Would you possibly be able to do headcannons for the Palidans with an s/o who's very outgoing (good at fighting, extroverted, etc.) but becomes flustered and embarrassed easily if praised/flirted with? I hope that makes sense. Thank you!


  • He would be so confused
  • He would wonder if he did something wrong
  • someone would literally have to say  he didn’t do anything wrong 


  • He finds this absolutely adorable
  • He would praise them just to see their face turn red 
  • Though he does this himself ( so this tactic may be a double-ended sword)


  • I think sit down with them and just hug them and pat them 
  • I think he would respect them and praise or flirt with them when no one is around 
  • He would love that his s/o is so extroverted they probably wouldwork really well considering eachother’s weaknessess 


  • Like Lance she would tease them about it 
  • however unlike Lance if she gets praised she takes it in stride 
  • She would praise her s/o in public at random times (they would never know when she would strike)


  • He wouldn’t (always) do it on purpose but he does do it 
  • This kind of behavior does bewilder him, just not o the point to what Keith is expieriencing
  • Honestly he finds it to be a really cute quirk 

anonymous asked:

Please, you should never feel like you have to censor yourself or pretend to be something you're not. EVERYONE is allowed to have bad days, and everyone does. You shouldn't (and rightly don't) portray an unrealistic and unhealthy front of constant cheeriness. This blog should be a safe space where you can be honest as a form of catharsis, and if someone doesn't like that... they have no right to silence you, and no one is forcing them to listen. I hope you have a better day tomorrow!

Thanks, cinnamon roll.

I may’ve overreacted when I grilled the previous onion anon, but people do need to understand that not everyone is sugar and cupcakes all the time. Sweetness grows stale, so that’s why we have different flavors to express ourselves.

Even if tomorrow spreads rumors and lies to put me down, I will create my own good day because I have that choice. We have a choice to make our own good day when it doesn’t happen on its own. I found things and people that helped cheer me up, and I’ll continue to do so.

BTS Answers Fans’ Biggest Burning Questions – And RM Reveals Why He Changed His Name From Rap Monster!

It’s all about ARMY!

ET’s Denny Directo sat down with BTS on Wednesday at rehearsals for their upcoming performance at Sunday’s 2017 American Music Awards, where they spilled on love, world tour plans, new music, and answered some of their fans’ most burning questions.

From what’s on their playlist, to pet peeves, to J-Hope’s upcoming mixtape, scroll down to get all the BTS scoop!

1. What’s your favorite song right now?

SUGA: “Havana” [by Camila Cabello]!
RM: Me and J-Hope’s favorite song [is] “Gucci Gang” [by Lil Pump].
JUNGKOOK: “Perfect” [by Ed Sheeran].

2. Have you been to In-N-Out?

RM: We did like, four years ago. The first time in L.A., we just arrived in the airport and then we had to go to In-N-Out right away.

3. You guys are like brothers. Is there a habit someone has that gets on your nerves?

RM: [V] always plays games, but with the microphone. He’s always like, “Ahhhh!” or something like that.
V: “Ah!” or “Yay!” or “Wow!” or “Uh!”
RM: He really does that, and I’m sharing my room with him. Yeah, it’s annoying, so I think we got to move onto a better apartment or something.

4. Where do you see BTS in 10 years?

J-HOPE: Happy birthday, BTS!
RM: Maybe like, Bulletproof Adults or something.
JUNGKOOK: Uncle. Uncle!
V: BTS uncles!
JIN: Yeah!

5. Any plans for solo projects? What about J-Hope’s mixtape?

RM: It’s coming. It’s coming.
JIMIN: J-Hope!
J-HOPE: It’s coming home.
RM: There will be a like, huge surprise for everyone. Like, I know. It’s coming. [Jungkook] just got his studio room. He started to produce some beats, so maybe we can expect some stuff from JK.

6. If you could say anything to your younger selves, when you were just starting the group, what would it be?

RM: Please change your name! Please change your hair. Put away those sunglasses.
JH: J-Hope, you everyday awesome!

7. Why did you change your hair?

J-HOPE: I did it for AMAs! Red color, fire!
V: I’m grey hair color.
RM: He said his color just got some darker, so he did it again.

8. RM, you mentioned your name change. What does RM mean to you?

RM: [Rap Monster] came from a song that I made from like, 2012, there was some phrase like Rap Monster, and I just, I thought it was so cool. But as I grow up, and as I came to America, I think it felt like too much. So I just abbreviated it to RM, and it could symbolize many things. It could have more spectrums to it. I don’t know [what it means], like “Real Me” or something.

© Jennifer Drysdale‍ @ Entertainment Tonight


shinee + space-y things for the birthday girl, @leejinklies. ♡

A Letter I Will Never Send

This is not a love letter.

This is me pouring out my love, not the kind you think of, the mushy gushy romanticized crap you want. No, this is raw, unadulterated affection for you and your soul.

For the purposes of this letter, I am going to disregard the fact that you are ignoring me and that we do not talk anymore. That is irrelevant. We have both argued, screamed, apologized, and cried to each other too many times to count. Even if we did still talk, I would be saying this to you, maybe in different words, but telling you all the same.

Since the very first day we became friends, you have been a constant in my life, a constant amidst the tumult and drama of high school. You listened to me and offered advice with your perspective that is so opposite mine. I love the way you live in the moment and risk the superficial things that I hold dear. Being your friend made me come to the profound realization that life is so much more than turning in homework on time and getting straight As. Because of you, if a friend needs me the night before a paper is due, I will be there for my friend (hopefully I wrote the paper ahead of time).

You were the glue that held my life together when I was on the brink of destruction. Everything in my world was falling apart, but you and your friendship remained. I took that for granted. You taught me the value of true friendship, even if it does not last. I hope that I meant something to you, that I somehow repaid in part what you had given to me in full.

To this day, I still look for you in the hallways and listen for your voice among the tenors in choir. Even when we see each other or talk, it is all superficial. We barely graze the surface of what once existed.

I hate superficiality.

After three years, how could we, how could I, throw it all away?

Losing your friendship has been a process more painful than any breakup. It feels as if someone has taken a part of me; there is a hole in my soul where you once were. As if the physical pain was not enough, the process of emotional detachment from you has been long and rocky. After weeks without thinking of you, a single song or a memory or a Bible verse makes me recall how much I care for you, still, after all this time.

You know more about me than any other person on this earth. And even though you leave me behind, you will carry pieces of me with you forever. Treasure them. I do not regret giving them to you, for I trust you will keep those pieces of me safe.

Life is too short to be silent about the ones we love. The other day, I was thinking about the people I will miss most in college, and as much as I love my friends, I will miss you the most. I already miss you. I suppose our separation is merely a preparation for what is to come.

This is not a cry for you to come back to me, nor an invitation for a pity party on my behalf. We both know that “us” would never have worked in our favor. I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how much pain I am enduring as you ignore my snapchats and avoid eye contact. But still, this is not me trying to guilt you or regain your attention.

This is me telling you that I love you. Not as a boyfriend or as a lover or even as a friend. I love you as a person. You are so extraordinarily special, and I am blessed to have spent so much time with you as my best friend. I wish it did not have to end.

But alas, all good things come to an end, right?

anonymous asked:

Dan and Phil are roommates in college, Dan's horny and has been begging Phil all day to fuck him and make him cum and Phil finally caves when Dan starts jerking off in the shower while he's trying to do his homework so he puts on a cock ring and fucks dan until he passes out(aftercare too) and they don't go to their first class the next day cuz they're too tired lol overstimulation, cockslut!dan, choking and hairpulling

I also added a weeeeeny bit of daddy!kink and gave Dan a tongue piercing because why not? If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile open in your browser!

When Phil first meets his university roommate, he knows he’s hit the jackpot. The boy who’s sitting on one of the single beds introduces himself as Dan, and suddenly Phil isn’t quite so regretful over his decision to live in one of the cramped one-room suites on campus, rather than paying extra for the more spacious dorms down the road. Dan is gorgeous, to say the least. He has these pretty brown eyes surrounded by fans of long lashes and lovely, dark locks that feather out against his face. His smile is so bright it might not even be an issue that there’s only one tiny window in the cinderblock room and that the lightbulb screwed into the cracked ceiling is basically useless.  He’s classically beautiful – but that isn’t necessarily what makes Phil decide he needs to have him within the first three seconds of knowing him. It’s more likely that every fibre in this boys’ being screams twink. From the way he’s dressed, in skin tight black jeans and a deep plunging V-neck that’s probably two sizes too small, to the way he spreads his long body across the small bed like he’s there for a centrefold shoot. Phil’s staring at his pouty, full bottom lip wondering what it’d look like wrapped around his cock when Dan – on habit, or perhaps something else – pushes the silver ball of his tongue piercing out and gently grips it between his teeth, before retracting it back into his mouth. It’s then that Phil’s want becomes more of a need.

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Sadly, Keith doesn’t have any distinct features on his face like Shiro does, so I guess this could also be just a random portrait of… someone. Maybe I should make the background a little red or something. If I knew how to draw armor, I would’ve drawn him in his Paladin armor. >_< 

His rather soft looks and expression are actually intentional, though I hope he doesn’t look too soft (as in girlish soft). I re-watched Voltron and he does have a somewhat soft expression most of the time, something I had not noticed before. And I couldn’t bring myself to draw a mullet, so instead, have a ponytail.

Now I need to learn how to draw the other three. And maybe some Paladin armor.


Recently I’ve decided to start writing down some of my most common thoughts. Here they are.

  • “Okay, how do I people?” *tries to people* “Nope that’s not it.”
  • “I need to be less salty.” *does something salty* “Nevermind.”
  • “Make one more ignorant statement bitch, I double dare you.“
  • *walks into chemistry class* *sighs in relief* “Finally.”
  • “That’s not logical.”
  • “It doesn’t matter how powerful you are. If you’re ignorant, I won’t follow your orders.”
  • “I hope my face doesn’t look like murder right now.”
  • “I don’t need affection.” *someone I care about shows me affection* “Oooh my goodness…”
  • “How can I criticise this?”
  • “How can I improve this?”
  • *wakes up from daydream* “How long has it been…?”.
  • “How can I be more sarcastic?”
  • “How do I show them I care without them knowing that I care?”
  • “Well that was… redundant.”
  • “Too. Many. People.”

anonymous asked:

milo isn't a white supremacist lol

hah, an interesting ask to send, given that I don’t think I’ve ever posted something saying that he is - suggests that this is an argument you like having, does it make you feel smart and smug? I hope you enjoy this exchange less than usual. 

White supremacy isn’t just an opinion or an identity, it’s a systemic and institutional organisation of society - I’m aware that Milo doesn’t refer to himself as a ‘white supremacist’, and probably acts all taken aback when someone else uses the term in connection with him. That doesn’t change the fact that when he routinely does things like targeting undocumented migrants for abuse, denouncing BLM as a hate group, portraying Muslim immigrants as rapist terrorists out to destroy “western civilisation” etc - he is championing white supremacy. This is perfectly obvious to everyone with basic critical faculties - it’s even obvious to the many self described white supremacists who read Milo’s stuff and go to his talks, it’s what they like about him.

You may think that disavowing racism while making a living out of racist dog-whistling is awfully clever and edgy, it’s not. There is nothing interesting or intelligent about Milo or the shit-tier tabloid drivel he writes. It says a lot about the standard of “journalism” in that scene that this vacuous mediocrity has risen to prominence. 

While his whole ‘I can’t be racist because I like to sexually objectify black men’ argument is no doubt very convincing to your average alt-right goofball, antifascists and most other people see through it without much difficulty. Besides, even if we took the white supremacist dog whistling out, his open transphobia, islamophobia and misogyny more than justifies the attention that antifa will continue to offer him whenever he attempts to spread his vile ideas in public.

So I ask her about love and she tells me about the bits of us that we give away. You’ll never get them back. When you’re this empty you’ll try anything to cover up the void. So I ask her about her favorite color and if it has anything to do with passion. We feel more pain than we’d care to mention– so we draw, paint and write just to have a little more self-expression. So I ask her if she hands away so much of herself, who is she by the time it’s all over? You don’t really know someone until they walk away. You don’t really love someone until it’s too late. You don’t know a damn thing until it’s all said and done. So I ask about her smile. Are you happy when we’re talking? Do you enjoy this as much as I do? So I ask if she does late afternoon runs to run from herself or to find something. Do you chase ghosts too? Inside those halls, you’re trapped in photographs. Inside that soul, you’ve burnt the whole house down. Inside that heart, you’re still looking for love. So I ask about us and if she sees hope. She points to the smile that they used to love. She points to the scars and sketches a constellation of promises on my skin. So I ask if she’s a sucker for love poems and honesty. So I ask if she’s ever been hurt before. What do you do when it’s just you? Does the anxiety rip you inside out? You can write until you’re all out of words. You can love until your heart is a grain of sand. You can be angry until your fist bruises the night. So I ask her about love and if it’s ever worth it. Do you really see us together? Isn’t it weird? Two strangers. Before meeting– you didn’t exist to one another. Now? You’re routine. Now? You choose to stay. I can ask if she really means it all. I can ask if she believes me. I’m always in my head picking myself apart. I’m always in my heart sorting out feelings. The complexity of something as simple as saying I love you to someone bothers everyone who stays up really fucking late. We all have a past that won’t sleep. We all have a present worth living. The future? I don’t know if it holds us, but I’m here until the last page.

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Lance used to self harm. He’s stopped, in a way. He doesn’t leave scars anymore. But he hates the ones he does have.

His long sleeved shirts and sweaters hide them good enough.

But when he showers, he looks at him arms. The scars are ugly and look so bright and apparent to him. So he scrubs at his skin until it hurts. His skin is red and he still scrubs. Sometimes he’ll scratch, hoping the red lines he leaves don’t become scars.

Sometimes the scars don’t bother him in the shower. But the urge to self harm is so strong, he feels it wrap itself around him like a weighted blanket. He doesn’t want to leave marks, so he’ll turn off the cold water. His skin is burning and he crumples up against the heat. He’s about to move but freezes.

“I deserve this.”

He lets the water burn him as he stands there. As the water starts to turn cool, he turns it off. He looks at the fogged mirror and sees his silhouette.

He takes a deep breath in and clenches his fists. His nails digging into his skin but he does nothing. He holds himself back from doing worse to himself.

When he tried to sacrifice himself to save someone in battle, he does so in the hope of finally doing something worthwhile. Of him FINALLY being useful.

When he makes jokes and knows that they are usually ignored or just seen as annoying, he hopes that even if he’s seen in a bad light, they at least remember him.

Because growing up in a big family, a lot of the times whenever his sisters or brothers or parents told a story they’d forget he was with them. They’d forget he was there with them, and if they did remember, it was usually in the terms of “me and someone else, can’t remember who-” and that hurts.

“Am I really that replaceable? Am I that forgettable?” His insecurities started from a young age so he doesn’t care if he’s seen in a good light or a bad light. As long as someone remembers him.

So it hurts when Keith has no idea who the hell he is. Because maybe he is that replaceable and forgettable.

He get jealous of the way everyone seems so close. He’s jealous of how Shiro and Keith’s closeness. He’s jealous of Pidge and Hunk. He’s jealous of Allura and Coran. He has no one. Just…. Himself.

He knows he does it to himself. He doesn’t want to tell people the problem but sometimes he wishes that they’d care enough to ask. Or even notice that his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.

And it hurts when the other paladins don’t really want to hang out with him. It hurts when he stays in his room by himself for days and no one really notices.

He picks his face. He can’t help it. If he has a blackhead, he’ll pick at the skin until his finger nails have blood on them. He feels a bump and honestly it’s nothing. But he picks at it anyways. Some days when he feels like he’s breaking out, he’ll pull out his face masks. They make him feel better but he only has so much left so he uses them sparingly.

One day after he has a break down, he just can’t pull himself back. He uses the face mask. He can’t help but have a burning shower. On this day, he actually wipes the foggy mirror, staring at himself. The bags under his eyes seem to be darker than normal to him. His skin has steam coming off of it.

“Have I looked like this for a while?”

He wishes Hunk had never grew apart form him. It wasn’t s huge change, honestly the only thing that changed was him. He felt like he was holding Hunk back from making better friends.

Hunk still cares for him. He just thinks that Lance is pushing him away, wants his own space. Thinking it’d be best to let Lance deal with whatever he’s dealing with and coming around to him later, Hunk doesn’t seek him out.

Keith noticed. He noticed since they first met. And it annoyed him. “How can he just pretend everything is fine when it’s not? How can he be so fake?” It’s one of the reasons Keith doesn’t like him. But as things get worse, he starts to back off. He’s worried, but how the hell do you approach someone?

Pidge notices Lance is a little off. She doesn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly is going on or how to help him out. So she hopes someone who knows will help him.

Shiro doesn’t notice. Honestly, he has so much going on he doesn’t notice half the shit going on between the paladins. Same with Allura.

Coran though. He sees how Lance is hurting. He tries to help, he really does. He asks Lance how he’s doing but he keeps brushing him off. “I’m fine, how are you Coran?” Is the usual answer.

Lance thinks he hides it so well. And true, if you weren’t around him a lot, you’d never notice. But they do notice. He just doesn’t know.

So his vicious cycle continues. And he feels utterly alone. And remembering they’re in space makes it worse.

I hope that one day, all Hetalians will begin to realize that:

France isn’t a rapist, if he was, why would he have said, “Love isn’t something that should be forced upon others.”? Russia isn’t a psychopath, he is actually unaware of how cruel he can be. Romano cares a lot about his family, he just doesn’t feel the need to show it by being lovey-dovey all he time. Prussia likes Italy, it has even been said that he asked Veneziano out on a date, but Veneziano was oblivious to the confession (?). Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia aren’t weak. Being afraid of someone does not make you weak. You’d probably be scared too if you had to deal with Russia. Hetalia isn’t about yaoi.

Shipping wars are unnecessary, there’s no reason to fight over what ship is better. I’ve seen Hetalians tell others to kill theirselves because they simply just didn’t like a ship. Norway and Iceland care very much for eachother, they may have their disagreements here and there, but they still care about each other. Germany IS NOT the Holy Roman Empire. My evidence? Remember how it was stated that Germany was born into an EXISTING body? That existing body was HRE’s. While Germany has HRE’s body, he does not have the soul of HRE so therefore, is not HRE. I do try to respect other’s theories and opinions, people are practically trying to shove the “HRE is Germany” theory down my throat and I do not appreciate such actions. Belarus wasn’t originally designed to be Yandere; she was supposed to be more soft-spoken and kind, like her 2P. Or kind of like Liechtenstein. It’s been said that Hima doesn’t even know how she ended up as the Yandere character she is now. Spain is not a pedophile. Finland is not a coward, nor a useless baby. He’s quite strong. Despite his hard past, he managed to stay cheerful and optimistic. He’s not weak for disliking conflict, he’s suffered a hard past full of conflict. It makes sense that he would dislike conflict. Sweden is shy and isn’t that great when it comes to social activities, which his shyness is often mistaken as him being antisocial and emotionless. I relate strongly to Sweden since my parents often mistake my shyness and awkwardness as me being antisocial. Canada is not a suicidal pushover. And a lot more than what I’ve mentioned in this post.


A glow stick has to crack to be able to shine. (Until it cracks a glow stick does not shine.)

Sometimes we can’t recognize our true brilliance until we’ve hit that wall. When we finally come to that place where something doesn’t come easily anymore. When we really get challenged, and almost (or do) give up. Know that it’s in there. Like a glow stick, it’s just waiting to finally be cracked so it can glow. 

Daryl Dixon x Reader – Reunion

Originally posted by failedbitch

Imagine saving Rick, Carl and Michonne when a run goes wrong. You get injured and they take you back with them to the prison where you reunite with your boyfriend Daryl who you haven’t seen ever since the apocalypse started.

Note: Way too long time no see, guys! I’m really sorry, I’ve been working all summer so I didn’t have time to write at all. I’m so glad to be back though! Since I haven’t written in a while I might be a bit „rusty“, but I still hope you enjoy it! 
And as always, this beautiful moving picture does not belong to me.

It all happened so fast. At one point you were just minding your own business trying to find a safe place to crash for the night. You never stayed anywhere longer than you needed -  found something to eat, got a bit of sleep and then back on the road.

Suddenly, the sound of voices coming from not far away made you stop. Someone was in trouble, you thought. Without hesitation you ran into that direction. After all that has happened you promised yourself you won’t let anyone else die if you can prevent it.

The voices were getting louder and louder, that must have meant you’re close. Finally you saw them. Three people - a man, a woman and a boy standing on a car surrounded by walkers. You could tell they were out of ammo since they were only using their knives and a sword.

They were running out of time, you had to act fast.

„Hey, bitches! Come here and have a bite of this fresh meat!“ You shouted in an attempt to distract the walkers as you climbed onto a roof of the nearest car.

You didn’t have a gun, but you had a bow and thankfully also a lot of arrows. You started shooting one after another as they crawled into your direction.

It didn’t take too long to take nearly all of them down especially since your three new friends starting attacking them from behind. You sighed in relief letting your guard down for a second.

„Watch out!“ The man shouted.

Too late. One of the walkers took you by your ankle and pushed you onto the ground. 

„Fuck.“ You growled in pain. That’s what you get for not paying attention for one goddamn second. You tried to reach your bow which you dropped in the fall but it was too far and that dead sucker was already crawling on top of you.

„Oh come on!“ You tried to push his face away with one hand and reach for either your knife or one of your arrows with the other hand but with zero success. Thankfully, you soon didn’t have to worry about it when a blade of a sword came right through the walker’s head.

„Thanks.“ You smiled as you took the woman’s hand. She smiled back and helped you get up.

„Are you okay?“ She asked worriedly once she noticed you can’t fully step onto your right foot.

„Yeah, it didn’t get me. I was only joking when I told them to bite me. Seems like this one took it way too seriously.“ You laughed trying to hide the pain. „I must have just hurt my ankle, I’m gonna be fine. Don’t worry about it.“

„There’s a prison not too far away from here. Me and my people use it as a residence for the time being. We’re gonna take you back with us and get you a proper treatment for that injury. After that you can go, or you can stay if you want. We could use somebody like you.“ The man said as he took you into his arms and carried you into their car.

Once you were all set, he stepped on the gas trying to get you all back as fast as possible. Not just because of your leg but also because it was starting to get dark and they were out for quite a while, the others must have been worried.

„I’m Rick, by the way. This is my son Carl and my friend Michonne. What’s your name?“


„I have to ask you a few questions, Y/N, is that okay?“ You saved their lives, which he was grateful for, but this was something he just needed to do.

„Y-yeah, sure, whatever you need to know.“ You nodded as you struggled to adjust your position due to your injury.

„How many walkers have you killed?“

The first question was easy. There was nothing else you hated more than those … things. They ruined your life just when it was finally starting to have some meaning. Killed everyone you loved. Or at least you thought so.

„Each and every single one I could find. They are monsters, they don’t deserve anything better.“

„How many people have you killed?“

This time you hesitated. It was hard for you to talk about it no matter how many days, weeks or months have passed.

„ … Two …“


„ … My mom and brother. They were bit. I just … I couldn’t let them turn.“ Your voice broke with the last sentence. You didn’t want to let them see you cry so you quickly wiped away the tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

„I’m so sorry about that.“ Michonne said holding your tightly. „Is anyone else you know alive?“

„No … at least not that I know of. It was always just me, my mom and my brother … And my boyfriend. But I haven’t seen him since … since all this started. The small chance of him still being alive is probably the only thing that kept me going for this long.“

„I’m sure you’ll find him.“ She tried to comfort you as she stroked her thumb over your hand.

„Yeah, I hope so. Wherever he is – if he’s alive – I just hope he’s not alone. I hope that he found a group of nice people and that he’s happy …“

Michonne could tell how hard it is for you to talk about your loved ones so she tried to change the topic.

„How did you survive this long on your own anyway? You don’t look like … ehm … „

„Like I can fight? Yeah, I can’t, not really. But I can shoot. This baby saved me more than just a couple of times.“ You caressed the top of you bow lightly when you talked about it. It was like your best friend and until now the only ally against the evil in this new world. „It’s more quiet than a gun and better than a knife, I wouldn’t last a day without it.“

All of the sudden the car stopped. You didn’t even notice you were already there. Looking through the window you could see a bunch of people already standing there waiting for their friends to come back safely. They must have been really worried.

Rick opened the door and helped you out of the car. 

„Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us now, we wouldn’t have made it home without her.“

„H-hi“. You almost whispered and waved your hand. Everyone was staring at you. They all seemed liked nice people but you never really liked being the center of attention, so it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. 

Not knowing what to say you looked down shyly when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

„Y/N? … Baby, is that you?“ It was already dark so he couldn’t see you clearly. He slowly made his way closer and closer to take a better look.

„D-Daryl? Oh my god … I can’t believe it!“ If you could walk you’d immediately run into his arms. Tears started running down your cheeks. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered all your strength and made your way in his direction as fast as you could.

As soon as he heard you voice and realized it’s really you, he ran towards you, pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his head into your chest.

Unable to stop sobbing, you ran your fingers through his hair and stroked his back gently. You needed to feel him. To know that this is real. Not just another one of the dreams you kept having almost every night.

After a while he finally pulled away from the hug only to take your face into his hands kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t see the looks on everyone’s faces but they were all pretty suprised. Daryl never told anyone about you, anyone except Carol. He truly believed you were gone and didn’t trust anyone else enough to tell them about how he lost the only love of his life.

„I really thought I lost ya. I went into your house, there was blood everywhere, I thought … I thought you were gone.“ He confessed while caressing your cheek not letting go of you for one second.

„I’m sorry, I should have left a message or something … I-“ You covered your mouth with your hand trying to stop the sobbing.

„Shh, don’t matter now, the only thing that matters it that you’re alright. You’re here. With me. And I’m  never losing ya again.“ He wrapped his arms around you once again pulling you close against his warm body and whispered into your ear: „I love ya so much, Y/N.“

„I love you too, Daryl.“ You whispered back as you pulled your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, unable to keep the smile off your face.

Although I like the idea of Sul Hee and Joo Man working it out later on when Joo Man starts appreciating her more, I favor the idea of Sul Hee moving on to another man.

I like the idea of Joo Man seeing his ex lover with another guy. Seeing her smile at him lovingly, knowing that she would definitely take care of her man like the way she did to him. Knowing that she would give her very ALL to the man she loves.

Joo Man would realize how much of a grave loss he is in. That he took her for granted and would come to appreciate all that she is when it’s too late. He would realize the reasons why he loved her in the first place.

And as he does, she won’t be there by his side anymore. And that’s what I’d like to see. I want him to see to such an extent that he doesn’t deserve her and the love she has given him.

Worldbuilding: Phrases and Sayings

Whether we realize it or not, our culture has a way of saying things and has certain rules about when it can be said and by whom.  For English speakers, it is common for us to greet others with a “Hi!” or “Hello!”  If we are speaking to  peers, we may be even more casual and greet them with a “Hey”.  We even have certain phrases for certain times in the day (Good morning, good afternoon, good evening).  Other languages and cultures have other ways of greeting people, and that includes their own set of rules.  For example, in Japanese “ohiyo” is a casual way of saying “good morning” while “ohiyogozaimasu” is a more formal.  The formal version is used for people of a higher status.

To create depth to your cultures, you can add phrases and sayings.  Here I have compiled a list of common phrases and sayings for you to consider.  Also, remember that your culture may have a phrase or saying that English does not have.

How do they greet each other?
By saying “You good”?  Is it nonverbal?  A grunt?  “Thanks to the great sky god, the sun sets in the west”?
Does it vary depending on to whom it’s said?

How do they say farewell?
Watch your path”?  A nod?  A gesture?  “We shall see each other”?
Does the type of farewell dictate what is said?  (Ex. a “I’ll see you again” goodbye versus a “This is the final goodbye”)

Do they greet each other differently depending on the time of day?
Good sunrise?  Good twilight?  If there is a version of “good night,” is it said as a greeting or a farewell?

Do they have honorables?
Mister, missus, miss?  Sir?  Madam?  Is the honorable said at the end of the name like -san? 
Do they have specific honorables for family members and friends?  Children?

How do they ask “How are you doing”?
Do you fare well?  You good?  Are you well?
What is the appropriate response to this question?

Do they say anything before a meal?
A prayer?  “Let’s dig in?”  “We thank the one who prepared this food?”
Is there anything they say after the meal?

How do they imply that someone isn’t bright?
“He never moved past picture books”?  “She could argue with a baby and lose”?  “He’s as sharp as child’s ball”?  “She’s not a candle I would read by”?
How do they imply that someone is bright?

What are some explicit phrases?
Ocean’s roar!  Phlet!  Oh my head!  Son of a sheep herder!  Blacking hour!
Is it appropriate to say these phrases in polite company?

How do they wish good luck?
May fortune favor you?  I hope the gods smile on you?  I pray your foot finds solid ground?
How do they wish ill will?

What do they say in celebration or relief?
Bonzai?  Yaaaaaaaas?  Oh thank the moon gods?
What do they say when something doesn’t go their way?

How do they apologize?
Is apology a gesture?  Something you have to do?  Does an equivalent of “I’m sorry” work?
How do they accept or reject an apology?

How do they say “ow”?
Ish?  Ta?  Gah?  A long string  of swear words?

Some sayings in English to give you ideas to come up your own sayings:

“As the crow flies” - A straight path without detours.

“Wild goose chase” - A hopeless quest.

“Beat around the bush” - Avoiding the point.

“Cart before the horse” - Getting things in reverse order.

“Raining cats and dogs” - Referring to heavy rain.

“Take with a grain of salt” - Accept it with a bit of skepticism.

“Keeping up with the Joneses” - Striving to match the neighbor.

“Get off your high horse” - A demand for someone to stop acting high and mighty.

Each saying has its own history.  Not many people may know the history behind the saying, but they understand the meaning of it.  In the same way, when developing sayings, your characters don’t have to know the history behind the saying.  You yourself can come up with the background of the saying, thus to give it reason for why it makes sense.  By coming up with the history of a phrase, you may find yourself developing more of your culture.  Also, your culture may not have their own version of the phrases above.

It should also be noted that if you plan to add your phrases and sayings in your writings, you should make sure the reader understands.  Unless it’s a conversation where the phrase or saying is supposed to go over the head of the character (and thus likely the reader as well), the phrase or saying should not be so vague that your reader is left confused.  In this case, it is helpful to have someone read over it.
For example:  “She hoards like the Queen of Shireheff.”
You don’t need to explain who the Queen of Shireheff is, or that the Queen has an entire castle dedicated to her shoe collection.  You don’t need to share the development of culture behind the meaning of the saying.  But the reader can guess that the Queen is an infamous hoarder.
So make sure your reader has enough context clues to understand the meaning of the phrase.  It might take work to master it without seeming clumsy or infodumping, but you can improve by practicing.
I realize that this may seem confusing and if that is the case, feel free to ask me to clarify.

Bellamy’s not gonna know that Clarke tried to radio him. He’s not gonna know that she basically bore her soul to him every day since they left the ground. And Clarke’s not gonna be the one to tell him. Because she wouldn’t want him to know. She wouldn’t want to put that on him. But something’s gonna happen with Madi where she mentions what Clarke dragged her outside to do every day like he already knows. Like it isn’t that big a deal because no matter how many stories Clarke could tell her about Bellamy, she still doesn’t understand the gravity and depth of their relationship. And he’s going to look at her, stunned, wondering if he’s sure of what he just heard. And once Madi tells him that yes, Clarke was outside every day no matter what, trying to contact him by name, he’ll get up and go to her. He’ll find her doing something, completely unaware of what he’s just learned, and he won’t be able to help but look at her. Awed and inspired by her hope in him as an intensity fills his chest that he’s never felt before. And Clarke’s going to find him looking at her and smile back because that’s just what she does. And she’ll be confused for a moment about why he looks so solemn but it won’t take her very long at all to find out.

I did not fall for him because he was good for me. I fell for him for the way he sees life. He is better than most of the people I have seen and spoken to. He is better than this ideal guy I had in my mind. He is tender. He is kind. He is loyal. He is ferocious and he is calm. I fell for him because I’m jealous of him. I fell for him because he is more than a song or a piece of art or a movie could make me feel. He gives me a sense of home, a sense of this serene and exciting infinity that I have always wanted. He is beautiful in a way he does not understand. He is what I have always wanted to be, to be generous and kind and loving and so very strong. Because that part of me has been lost and that part of me, I found in him. He is hope. He is that soul people show in books, a tender heart yet strong. That soul that survived through storm, ruffled and yet optimistic. Something, someone I try to be. Sigh. I found my home.