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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

“Maybe it’s impossible to live life without any regrets. Even when you know the future… you’ll still mess up.“ 

orange wallpapers requested by anonymous ☆

My tribute for @arcanebarrage. No words can explain the way I love this fic. Thank you so much for all those feelings.

Y’all click here and read it! You won’t regret!


Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 10,480

Genre: Angst

Warning: Very dark themes. That’s all I can say.

Guardian angels.

The winged entities are said to watch over mankind, providing protection and guidance to all, no matter the consequence. These spirits exist to shelter individuals from harm, fend off potential evils, and pave the way for a better life; if not for any of those reasons, they still exist within people’s hearts. Parents tell their children that the angels will keep them safe, those who are lost seek their angels’ help to find their way, and the lucky souls who make it through the day give thanks to the angels for allowing that to be so.

All throughout the world, the existence of guardian angels is merely considered a belief, but you know that they are real.

In fact, there’s one sitting in your classroom at this very moment.

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among monsters and men || M

Contains: smut, fluff {mutants!au}

Warnings: death, violence, mentions of suicide

Words: 5.5K

Summary: “Mutant” still sounded strange to you, a word that did not belong on your vocabulary. Maybe it was because of your late contact with the term, maybe it was because you’ve already gotten used to all the other hostile names by the time you heard it, but there was something hidden in that connotation that left a hole in your stomach. A strange sense of community, of shared experiences you did not like. If “mutant” was everything you were, your problems wouldn’t be so big.

Originally posted by rudesuga

A/N: Okay so this took me a very long time to finish because I wasn’t satisfied with the way it was turning out. So, after some changes and one impulsive decision to post it before I deleted everything, here it is.

ps: this is the story I mentioned in the notes of “incandescence” (but they are independent so you don’t need to read that one before)

The bar bell became inaudible amidst the sea of ​​drunken laughter and loud exclamations that flooded the place. The interior was warm, in contrast to the cold autumn night that embraced the city, and you couldn’t help but notice the distinct smell of alcohol and cheap cologne that mingled in a single nauseating odor.

Part of you thanked for the soft music to keep you from paying close attention to the interested glances that stuck to you, your step staying steady as you walked toward the neon-lit balcony. You have always been an exceptionally beautiful woman, and it was at times like this that you hated it. It was a million times harder to mingle in the crowd when it seemed that, with a simple opening of a door, all eyes locked on the movement of your body, when it seemed that everyone already knew the terrible secret that you tried to hide so desperately.

Over the years, however, you have learned to live with it. Not only with the stifling attention that came at the most inopportune moments, but with the fact that your appearance would be the maximum that society would accept from you. You learned, in the worst possible way, that no matter how beautiful your face was, it would still not be enough to mask the fact that you were a-


The first time you heard that word, you shouldn’t be more than ten years old. You still remembered the moment your best friend fell in front of you, wide white eyes staring up at the late afternoon sky, his breath never coming back. You remembered, more than that, how your mother protected you with her own body while other adults surrounded you, threatening to end you ephemeral existence.

It was sad, suffocating, and, above all, unjust. But it was your life.

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There is this cool person with this amazing blog that you always wanted to befriend - but you never had the guts to actually tell them? 

This is your chance to let them know!!! Just add the url of your senpai’s blog: @ … 

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

The evolution of the Captain’s attitude towards Felicity’s other love interests.


owaseraweek: Day 5 || Vampire Attack
Favorite Vampire: Ferid Bathory > Seventh Progenitor!  

I want more fics where Stiles is unaffected by Derek’s hotness. Like, real people interact with attractive ppl every day without making a fool of themselves or drooling or doing stupid things. Instead of Stiles being dumb, unable to talk, or immediately falling in love with Derek, I want him to look at Derek, think “wow that guy’s hot,” and then immediately go “that dude is out of my league so moving on.” So, Stiles just treats Derek like he does everyone else.

Derek is really really into Stiles. So, he does everything he can to impress Stiles. He wears tight jeans, tank tops, works out with Scott and Danny in front of him, and takes off his shirt and walks around him front of him. Except…nothing works. Derek never has trouble getting people he wants. He knows he’s hot, and so he works that. Except it’s not working on Stiles.

And Derek is really really confused. Whenever he takes off his shirt or wears his best ass-hugging jeans, Stiles notices, sure. But so does Allison, who’s basically married to Scott, and Lydia, who Derek has overheard screwing Jackson too many times to count for the past couple years. Kira blushes, and Erica - well, Erica may be engaged to Boyd, but she never misses an opportunity to put her hands all over Derek’s sweaty abs and pecs. Danny always fucks him with his eyes, and Parrish stares a little too long, his cheeks a little too pink, and Derek thinks maybe he should hook up with Parrish again just to appease his bruised ego. Because Stiles looks, but then he stops looking because apparently it doesn’t impress him.

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