i just felt like giffing this song


“I like to do things that glorify being alone. I buy a candle that smells pretty, turn down the lights, and make a playlist of low-key songs. If you don’t act like you’ve been hit by the plague when you’re alone on Friday night, and just see it as a chance to have fun by yourself, it’s not a bad day.”

Suddenly I See You Ch. 6

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

A/N: Alright. Here it is. The chapter that took me almost 5 months to complete. I just feel like I need to thank so many of you for supporting this fic and for loving it like you do. I sincerely hope that you are able to enjoy this chapter as much as you have enjoyed the last five. I pray I didn’t drop the ball here and that it continues to be a slow burn you all continue to love. Much Love, Jenn.
Genre: Mino x Reader and Zico x Reader
Words:……..just get comfortable .

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

You wondered if this is what it felt like to go crazy with worry. If the gut punching feeling of being ignored was what people wrote about in songs, just before a break up. It felt silly, wondering about something so drastically, but after every text you sent Minho went unanswered you felt ready to burst at the seams.

You’d sent him tons of apologies; an endless stream that was followed up with weak excuses why you never returned his calls. A part of you feeling ashamed to admit you’d ignored him just to feel completely alone with Zico. The rest of the world a backdrop as the both of you walked around shops; trying on hats and playing with clap on Hello Kitty lamps. You gave up on studying a long time ago, but it didn’t stop you from sending that first lie when you got back to your dorm.

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Favorite Dance Numbers - Gallan Goodiyan

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Haha I’m so sorry! :”D It was from this video

In the beginning Taehyung + Jimin are sharing an umbrella and Hobi + Jungkook are. But then Tae and Hoseok go to talk to a fan(?) and Kkook keeps glancing at Tae and when Tae is pushed outside the umbrella just full on keeps STARING like 

lol I’m not explaining it very well but it felt like he was just waiting for Taehyung to notice him and get under the umbrella with him?? Idk blame my shipper goggles 

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Journal Entry: Number a Million

There was a time i felt the need to speak to you a million times.
To tell you about my day, how the weather affected my mood, how for the millionth time, I heard a song that made me feel like I was in the clouds.
A time for the millionth time, I drank a cup of coffee and it was just as perfect as the first.
How for the millionth time, I heard something and it reminded me of my childhood traumas.
How for the millionth time, I looked up and embraced the evening sky because California has the BEST sunsets.
There was a time, that I cried and cried because something reminded me of that one time when I saw my Dad with his other kids and it just hurt me to not be acknowledged.
There was also another time when my friends and I went to San Francisco to a show and danced the whole night away. Afterwards, we drove around the city, music still playing, sunroof open, went to Twin Peaks and this time, embraced the night sky.
A few weeks ago, I came home to my tiny home, and felt a million times in a moment. It was to much to bare.

A few days ago, I watched a video on “High Sensitivity” and learned that it’s a gift. To be able to feel your surroundings all the time can be overwhelming.

Although, everyday life has its challenges, I wouldn’t want to trade these experiences for someone else’s.

I would probably want to do this,

A million more times.

To Be Called “Us”

Scenario base off of Toy and A Few Years Later

A/N:  In the beginning this was only meant to use Block B’s new songs, but as I progressed through the story, I felt like Zico’s solo projects, “I Am You, You Are Me,” “Pride & Prejudice,” and “It Was Love,” fit in well. They all helped enhance this story and turn it into something I’ve never been more proud of. The ending is open ended, but I seriously hope you guys enjoy this. I absolutely loved writing this.

Genre: Zico x Reader

Word count: Just grab a drink and popcorn

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners! SLIGHT SMUT CONTENT!!

Originally posted by 2pm-got7-bigbang-desar-hikari217


You were nothing more than bodies intertwined with sheets and remnants of unspoken words snuffed out by frantic kisses. The need to smother out hurricanes of emotions that didn’t suit either of you, because it all made it too complicated.  

It was easier to be two people wrapped up in lust than in love. To draw out fingers over skin and paint over expanses of flesh with lips and hushed breathes. To be a memory of marked backs and thighs than to whisper the quiet truth of, “I love you’s,” that turned the situation more serious than either of you intended.  

You’d tried to erase the stain Zico constantly left on your skin by touches of another. None of them feeling right or the same.  

One night finding him on the stoop of your apartment. The light shadowing of darkness doing nothing to hide the bruised desperation that haunted his features. His eyes watching the fleeting back of the man who’d given you a goodnight kiss, hands buried up the back of your skirt, after walking you home.

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We made the album really close to Juarez and I was just always aware of its presence and its energy right next to us while we were doing the album, and I felt like having a song called that. I thought - you know, when I thought about the lyrics to the song I had written I had felt that it was about somebody that wants to escape through music, and I thought about young people living in a place that they maybe wanted to escape and then, one of those ways to escape is to pick up an instrument and make some music, make some sounds with it if either just for yourself or for other people.

I breathe therefore I am

Daryl Dixon Imagine

Based on request. It was supposed to be based on the song Girl Crush and I really need to following off my chest: I tried to involve the story I got from the song and lyrics, but that felt so unhealthy to me, I just couldn’t stick with the song. Wishing to be someone else to the point where you’re actually trying to change yourself in order to be liked by a certain person is not something I want to romanticize in my stories. What I want everyone to really get into their heads is that you can be who you are and you should be who you are because the right people will like you for what you are, not for what you’re pretending to be. Heck, you can be a dirty little redneck and still be loved without forcing yourself to be someone else. You won’t be happy if you try to be something you’re not. Believe me, I tried several times and I always ended up crying.

Daryl is seemingly not over Beth’s death yet. He spends a lot of time with you and you develop feelings for him. Not sure if you can bear him looking at you seeing Beth you confront him.

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“Don’t give me that look”, I hissed at Daryl as he was standing in front of me with his eyes wide open looking like a puppy who had no clue why he was being yelled at.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout. I’m here with you, ain’t I?!” He kept staring at me.
“You’re only here with me because she’s dead.”
“I’m here ‘cause I wanna be here with you”, he muttered under his breath shrugging his shoulders in his usual manner.
“Don’t do that, Daryl, don’t say this to make me feel better.”
“But I mean it”, he mumbled.
“You really want to believe that, don’t you!? Oh, and how much I too want to believe that.”
“Just do it.” Daryl stepped from one foot to the other looking at me.
“How can I believe it?! It’s in your eyes, Daryl. It’s always in your eyes and I can see it. She’s still there, she’s still the only one on your mind. I don’t know why and you never bothered to tell me. Whenever someone mentions her, you just…you crawl back into your little shell and won’t come out.” There was a lump in my throat and I had to swallow hard before I could speak again. “So what do you think I make of all this!? The only conclusion anyone would draw from this… you’re still living in the past. She took something with her when she left and I think… I think you believe it’s your future she had taken with her.” I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. “I miss her too, she was my friend and I miss her every day. I wanted to be like her in many ways, but I’m not. I am myself, I am a person and I don’t want anyone to look at me and see someone else. I don’t want you to look at me and pretend I’m her, Daryl. Because I’m not. I am myself and I have every right to stay that way.”

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Teenage Days – Pt. 2

Summary: I really don’t wanna spoil it… Just read and discover.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Angst

Parts: 01

A/N: This was requested from a few of you, sorry for the delay but it just felt right till now. I know it doesn’t continues from where I left the first one shot but bear with me, please? Also, I’ve read a couple fics with this song as a “prompt” or inspiration and had to do one myself. Hope you guys like it :* (Gifs are not mine and my baby Riri just an example of a singer)

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Your entire life took a 360 spin when you first got discovered in a bar singing karaoke just for fun with your friends. Those events were nine years ago and you’ve been traveling the entire globe spreading your music ever since. Today was one of those nights you had to performance in a neat and nice lounge at Downtown, Kansas. You always loved this kind of set ups, they are more intimate and the connection with the crowd was on a higher level.

“We should perform that new song you recorded last night.” Steve, your guitarist proposed.

You shook your head, finishing putting on your nude lipstick. “I recorded that song because I was feeling sentimental.”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes lightly.

“You guys are up” the manager of the place told the band.

You took a last look of your attire, red tight dress, *your hair color* curls went all the way to your chest.

“You look perfect” Steve said with a smile before walking into the stage.

Full of excitement for this performance, you turn and slowly enter the stage – the room is dim you only could mostly see some people’s faces around the almost full bar. Your heels clicked on the wood floors as you approach the microphone standing in the middle of the stage. As always, your eyes scanned the room finding a man sitting in a bar. He is wearing a black suit, white shirt, and his tie loosely undone. Having a sip of his whiskey, he looks down drowning on his own thoughts. Somehow he reminded you of that boy you met in high school that changed your life. You smiled to yourself, wishing he was the same boy even if it was clearly is impossible, since he’s lacking the superior cockiness on his posture.

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~ Day 14 ~ Fav. Faunus

[Insert Cat’s eyes’ Opening song just for fun]

Oh and here’s an Extra progress gif I’ve always wanted to try doing it :3


not gonna share you no. (insp.)


Throughout the years, I feel like I’ve been able to remain true to myself and I think the most empowering thing is just seeing how I can give that message to a younger generation through my music. That was just the best feeling ever. Then to be able to perform these songs have people actually relate to these feelings.. I felt right at home. I just knew that I could be right up there performing forever.“

I’m gonna play you a song that I wrote about a relationship that I was in that the number one feeling I felt in the whole relationship was anxiety. Because it felt very fragile, it felt very tentative, and it always felt like, Okay, what’s the next road block? What’s the next thing that’s gonna deter this? How long do we have before this turns into just an awful mess and we break up? Is it a month? Is it three days? And so… You know, I think a lot of relationships can be very solid, and that’s kind of what you hope for - solid and healthy. But, that’s not always what you get. And it doesn’t mean that it’s not… special. And extraordinary - just to have a relationship that’s fragile and somehow meaningful in that fragility.
—  Taylor Swift on Out Of The Woods (x)

The Doctor also did his fair share of hiding the damage during his marriage.