i just need this movie in my life right now

Elle Woods is just like “I don’t need a back up, I’m going to Harvard” and she fucking works her ass off and does it?? Like people tell her she can’t do it or not to and she just smiles and says “I’m going to Harvard” like she is never deterred and tbh I am now taking that stance in life whenever I get discouraged or something I’m just going to smile and say “I’m doing this”

99 thought provoking questions

I made decision to make my own post each day, so for today it is 99 thought provoking question.

You can use them for your bullet journal, for your followers to ask you or just to help you with discovering yourself. I think it’s important to try answer it, because not that you will just learn about yourself but you will get new ideas and things to think about.

I really enjoy them, so I wanted to share with you.

*Some of them are from internet, some straight out of my head.*

  1. If you could make a 30 second speech to the entire world, what would you say?
  2. If you were going to die at midnight, what would you be doing at 11:45pm?
  3. If you had all the money in the world but still had to have some kind of job, what would you choose to do?
  4. What do you regret most so far in life?
  5. How can you apply the lesson you learned from that regret to your life TODAY?
  6. If you lost everything tomorrow, whose arms would you want to run into? Does that person know how much they mean to you?
  7. Do you fear death? If so, do you have a good reason?
  8. When will you be good enough for you? Is there some breaking point where you will accept everything about yourself?
  9. Is the country you live in really the best fit for you?
  10. What would people say about you at your funeral?
  11. What do you believe stands between you and complete happiness?
  12. At what age is a person an adult? Why do you think so?
  13. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
  14. If your entire life was a movie, what title would best fit?
  15. If you could ask a single person one question, and they had to answer truthfully, who and what would you ask?
  16. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
  17. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
  18. Are you holding onto something that you need to let go of? What’s stopping you?
  19. Do you ask enough questions, or are you happily settling for what you know already?
  20. When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you have done?
  21. When was the last time you tried something new?
  22. What were you doing when you last lost track of the time?
  23. If you had to teach someone one thing, what would you teach
  24. What can you do today that you couldn’t do a year ago? What will you be able to do at this time next year?
  25. What do you really love to do? Do you do it often? If you answer no, why not?
  26. What is the last thing that you’ve done that’s really worth remembering?
  27. What gets you excited and driven to achieve?
  28. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?
  29. If you could ask for one wish, what would it be?
  30. What do you “owe” yourself?
  31. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
  32. How do you spend the majority of your free time? Why?
  33. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
  34. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
  35. What terrifies you the most?
  36. What are you looking forward to?
  37. Describe the greatest adventure of your life
  38. Where would you like to live? Why haven’t you moved?
  39. What have you done that you’re most proud to have achieved?
  40. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
  41. What is your greatest strength?
  42. What is your greatest weakness?
  43. What did your life teach you yesterday?
  44. What have you done today to make someone’s life better?
  45. Whose life have you had the greatest impact on?
  46. What makes you special?
  47. How many people do you truly love? What are you doing for them?
  48. What bad habits do you want to break?
  49. When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
  50. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
  51. If you spend a day watching movies when you should be working a day wasted or well spent?
  52. Would your life be better or worse, if you knew the time and place where you would die?
  53. What is honor, and does it even matter anymore?
  54. Would you accept the job if you got it with connection?
  55. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
  56. Do you consider yourself open minded?
  57. What have you given up on?
  58. Are you brainwashed by media?
  59. Think again, are you brainwashed by media?
  60. Are you?
  61. Which is worse, failing or never trying?
  62. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
  63. If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
  64. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
  65. You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire.  They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend.  The criticism is distasteful and unjustified.  What do you do?
  66. Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
  67. Why are you, you?
  68. Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
  69. Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
  70. What are you most grateful for?
  71. Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
  72. Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
  73. Has your greatest fear ever come true?
  74. Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset?  Does it really matter now?
  75. What is your happiest childhood memory?  What makes it so special?
  76. At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
  77. If not now, then when?
  78. If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?
  79. Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?
  80. Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
  81. What are your 2am thoughts?
  82. It’s not about who you miss at 2am when you’re lonely, it’s about who you miss at 2pm when you’re busy. Who is it?
  83. Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
  84. What would make you end relationship?
  85. Decisions are being made right now.  The question is:  Are you making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?
  86. 4. What’s the wisest thing you have ever heard, not read,  someone say?
  87. Have you had situation that is just like from movies?
  88. Do you say ‘yes’ too often when you really want to say ‘no’? Why?
  89.  What do I need to change about myself?
  90. Is it more important to love or be loved?
  91. How many of my friends would I trust with my life?
  92. Do you really listen when people talk to you?
  93. What are your most common negative thoughts? Are they logical?
  94. Based on your current day-to-day life, what do you expect to achieve in 5 years from now?
  95. Do the people in your life bring the best out of you?
  96. How often do you make excuses?
  97. How often do you break your promises?
  98. How would you want people to describe you in three words?
  99. Will you raise your children the way you were raised?
Coffee, Cuddles, and Bucky

Summary: You had a shit day and Bucky helps to make better. Inspired by a shit day that I had.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 621 

Warnings: Fluffy so much fuffly. 

You had one horrible day, the kind of day that you didn’t wish even on your worst enemy. Your period decided to start a few days earlier, making you stain your beautiful just washed jeans, your boss was a bitch to you all day and when you finally could go home starts to rain.

When you finally got home, you felt like you could cry. All you wanted was to take a long shower and be cuddled. When you open the door Bucky was about to say something but stopped when he saw you “Sweetheart, are you fine?

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being a girl who likes girls is so hard.

especially when it’s so ‘normal’ and expected for girls to be naturally close and intimate in just a friendship.

like, are you holding my hand because we are friends? are we playing footsies as friends? are we hanging out every other night watching movies because we’re friends? are you playing with my hair as my friend? are you grabbing my arm while we walk as a friend?

because i’m having a bit of trouble distinguishing between platonic and romantic feelings as it is and i don’t need that added pressure in my life thank you very much.

My Saviour - Ten

A/N: I’m now pretty sure there will be 15 parts of this series, so five more after this. I am so grateful for all the amazing feedback I’ve gotten on this series, so a huge thank you to each and every one of you. Also a thank you to my beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, John.

Warnings: A smidge of angst, some more fluff, and an F-bomb or two.

Wordcount: 2290

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

A week passed with you trying to adjust to your new life. Dean was at work most days so you busied yourself with cleaning and cooking, and general house chores. He had insisted that you didn’t have to do all of that, but you were so used to keeping your hands busy at all times that you had a difficult time relaxing. You had been by work one day and talked to Bobby about getting back to work, but he had insisted that you took a couple of more weeks off, and Bobby had a tendency to get his way.

As for you and Dean, things were good. You kept sleeping in his bed, because it seemed to still your nightmares and as far as you could tell, he didn’t mind. The two of you seemed to have found a rhythm that you were both comfortable with.

The trial was set to start in a few weeks, but Sam assured you that it was an open and shut case, they had plenty of evidence in addition to the fact that they had caught Alex in the act, so if all went according to plan, you wouldn’t even have to testify. You dreaded going to court and having to see Alex again, but…

All in all, things were looking up.

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This scene breaks my heart...

…Because Bruce will never actually allow himself to ever be happy. Because he “made a promise”. Because he doesn’t realize his parents would rather have him happy with a family than fighting every nights. Because of what he does in this scene…He freaking apologizes that his parents’ death doesn’t hurt as much as it use to, he apologizes for feeling happy and…THIS SCENE BREAKS MY HEART OK ?! So I’m sharing it with you. Because. 

Also, everyone should watch “Mask of the Phantasm” at least once in their life, definitely (after “Under the Red Hood”) my Favorite Batman animated film. It’s brilliant. It’s perfect. I love it. So damn much. AND I HAVE TOO MANY FEELS RIGHT NOW AAAAAARGH SOMEBODY SAAVES ME !! This is exactly why I write fluffy things with Bruce Wayne…I just want him to be happy

the never too much AU

Excuse me i just needed to get this out of my system cause I watched the movie and now i’m imagining all kinds of AUs where Gaston it’s not that stupid and realizes that everything that he needed in his life was right in front of him… so yes I ship them!

 (pls don’t kill me)

All I Wanted; C.H. 28

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27**

It seems as though Calum isn’t grasping what is about the happen if we’re not very, very rapid. In a split second I fly out of Calum’s embrace, pulling the duvet with me as I desperately try to locate the articles of clothing that had covered my body upon arriving here. “Shit, shit, shit … Shit!”

The word flows past my lips like molten butter as I slide my knickers over my legs while trying to get my button up slid over my shoulders as well. Calum is slowly sitting up, running a hand through his unruly hair as I throw one of his shirts at his head. “Get dressed, now!”

“Damn, who knew you could be so bossy…” Calum chuckles and I throw him a death glare while I button my shirt with one hand, my other trying to push a leg in my pants hole. “This is not a time to fucking laugh at this Calum, or do you want Meredith to see us stark naked tangled up?”

Calum gets out of bed and slides one of his sweatpants over his legs, going commando for the occasion, apparently, as he walks towards me. “What makes you think that it’s Meredith coming home, it could be my –“ Calum doesn’t get to finish his sentence before I am proven right.

“Y/n? Are you here?” I hear Meredith voice highly pitch against the walls, in search of me. My eyes widen as I realise I left my coat on the floor of the hallway. “See?” I whisper, pointing towards Calum’s closed door as I hear her footsteps approaching. I slide my feet into my shoes and drop on Calum’s sofa as Calum sits down on his bed, just in time.

“Cal is Y/n – Ah, Y/n.” Meredith turns her head towards me and immediately frowns as I feel my cheeks and ears tint red. I’m fiddling my hands in my lap as I try to avoid Meredith’s gaze at all costs. “What uh – what are you doing here?” Meredith continues as she keeps her position, hand on the door knob and eyes trained on me.

“I’m uh –“ I start my sentence and I let my eyes flick to Calum who seems totally unfazed by all of this. He’s simply lounging on his bed, without a care in the world as he lazily grins at me. Thanks for nothing, Calum.

“I wanted to go out for something to eat with you, but you weren’t home yet so I decided to hang out with Calum until you were.” I mumble the words at record speed as I raise to my feet. My flat hands pat my thighs a few times, hoping to close off this conversation and get out of here as soon as possible before I – or Calum, who knows – blurts something out that isn’t for certain ears to hear right now.

“Your coat was in the middle of ground…” Meredith just states with a raised eyebrow before she crosses her arms over her chest. I feel my cheeks redden even more as I take a few steps towards her, hoping to pass her soon and get this food I quickly lied about.

“I – uh well I put it on the banister so maybe it slid off or something, I have absolutely no idea.” And that last part wasn’t even a proper lie. When Meredith’s stoic features turn into a small smile, I know I’m off the hook and I’d get down on my knees and thank God if that wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Ah well, let’s grab a bite to eat then. But I need to go to the restroom real quick I’ll see you downstairs.” Meredith smiles and winks before she turns around and disappears downstairs, leaving Calum and I alone once more.

“You swine couldn’t you just help me out once – “ I turn around, smile bright on my face but I’m interrupted with Calum’s hand sliding along my jaw and his lips forcefully pressed to mine. As soon as I let my eyelids flutter closed he breaks the kiss and forces me to open my eyes again.

“Let me make you dinner tonight. A proper date, I won’t fuck it up.” Calum whispers before he takes a step back. His grin brightens when he sees me nod my head as a yes and kisses me quickly again. “Aren’t you going to be angry that again I didn’t tell Mer anything?” I mumble, pushing Calum just the slightest bit away. He seemed to totally let it slide although it was one of the reasons we’d argue all the time.

Of course I didn’t want to start an argument now but I didn’t want him mauling on this while I was away with Meredith only to burst when we’d be alone together again. “Y/n…” He starts off with a whine to my name and I feel myself tense up.

“I just want to –“ he interrupts me. “I understand, Y/n. Let’s first see if we can work out before telling everyone, right?” Calum smiles as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I feel my smile grow incredibly large.

“You are the best.” I press my lips softly against his briefly before retreating and already starting my way downstairs. “Y/n, be here tonight at seven.” I wink before I completely disappear out of Calum’s sight. Just in time though, as I hear the bathroom open loudly right as I set foot into the hallway.

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“So, tell me. How are you and Harry?” Meredith wiggles her eyebrows and I think back about the last conversation that Harry and I had shared.

“Ah, I don’t think that’s working out. But it doesn’t matter, we’re still planning on remaining friends.” Meredith frowns as I finish my sentence and her hand grasps mine over the table as we wait for our food.

“I – I think it’s sad. You do deserve someone like Harry. I think he would treat you good.” I nod my head along and smile as I see the waiter arrive with our food. “Thank you.” I smile as I already pick up my utensils to dig into my bacon and eggs before I respond to Meredith.

“Harry’s a great guy, but just isn’t the one for me. I don’t think it’s very responsible to go from friends with benefits to a relationship either, to be honest. I think it takes a bit of the innocence I like of a fresh relationship.” I giggle as Meredith starts laughing while shoving food in her mouth.

“I just want you to be happy, Y/n.”

“Who said I wasn’t happy the way all is now? I don’t need anything in my life but my bestie right now.” I grin as I wink at her, shoving another piece of bacon past my lips.
“You know, that was so sweet of you to say but the way you’ve been chewing that has taken away all magic.” I snort loudly as I try to swallow my food, and partially fail. I grasp for my glass of water and shake my head.

“Unbelievable.”

“Anyway, do you want to go to the movies tonight? There’s this new romance movie that I’m dying to see and it’s recently playing.” Meredith starts hyping and I feel my eyes widen as I rack my brain for an excuse. Keep it simple, don’t make up details or you will screw up. Thanks for the advice mom.

“Ah, sorry. I have plans tonight. But I’m free tomorrow?” I awkwardly smile as I scratch at my thigh underneath the table. Meredith sighs but doesn’t seem to think any of it. “Alright, I guess I’ll just go to Michael’s tonight then.” The thought of Meredith not being home and Calum and I having free range makes my heart skip a beat.

I finish the last of my food in awkward silence and after a few minutes, I decide it’s probably best to bail. We’ve been here for a few hours as well and I want to look good for my date with Calum tonight.

“You know what, I’m going to get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I raise to my feet and lean down again to press my lips against her cheek as a goodbye. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Meredith grins and I feel my smile fall into a flat line. I’m fairly certain she wouldn’t be doing what I’m about to.

Werewolf (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by arthurpaindragon

This imagine was requested by @leah-broflovski

sorry for the delay, I’ve been preparing for school starting this coming week (senior year woot woot)

Can you write a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader and Liam are dating. They are both werewolves but Liam hasn’t told the reader because he doesn’t know she is one and he shows her after he has been canceling dates for pack meetings and he says that he can’t show her so she ends up shining her beta eyes at him because she smells that he is a werewolf”

Warnings: none :)


This past year has been extremely hard.  What, with taking the SATs and applying to colleges and dealing with relationship problems and being broke and understanding my AP classes and, oh yeah, the small detail of becoming a freaking werewolf, my life is what one would call a complete train wreck.

Okay, yes, the whole “super-strength, heightened abilities, fast-healing” thing is incredible, but I’m still getting used to it all.  The smells are overwhelming and I’m not sure what they all mean.  Every time I feel angry, I want to rip someone’s head off and every time I am happy, I have the urge to sprint through the halls and howl loud enough to shatter any glass near me.  And with the pros come the cons: I have no idea who turned me and I have no one to answer the million questions we have.  I can’t tell my parents, they’d put me in a mental facility.  My other brother would laugh in my face.  There are no teachers or adults at Beacon Hills High who I could confess this to, so that leaves Liam, my boyfriend.

Kind of.

These days, we are more like distant acquaintances who rarely kiss and hold hands.  Emphasis on “rarely”.  Don’t get me wrong, he was a really good boyfriend at first.  We would go out all the time, watch movies, Netflix and chill minus the dirty stuff, Netflix and chill with extra dirty stuff, and even though we were together all the time, we never got sick of each other.  Just being near him was enough for me.  But apparently that ceased being enough for him.  He became really distant and moody and suspicious.  Our date nights have become non-existent and he has begun to dodge me in the halls.  The honeymoon phase has officially ended and I fear our relationship is heading down the same path.

What’s even weirder is he smells different.  I don’t mean he bought a new cologne or changed his laundry detergent, but his core scent has changed.  I mention this to Mason and he just frowns.

“Anyway, now that we’re on this topic, how are you guys?”  Although he says this lightly, there is an undertone of caring and concern.  I must sound crazy and obsessed.  “Why don’t you just ask Liam if you think there’s something off?”

I clear my throat and ride forward on the balls of my feet, trying to delay this conversation.  To busy myself, I unlock my locker and grab my books for my afternoon classes.

“Come on, I’m your best friend, tell me.”  He puts a hand on my wrist and I stop, feeling suddenly vulnerable and weak.

“I just- I mean, Liam tells you everything, right?  He would tell you if there was something going on?”

He frowns and tilts his head slightly, “Like what?”

“Mason, please tell me the truth.  Is he cheating on me?  I know something is off with him and I need to know what it is.”

His shoulders slump with… relief?  That must be the smell he is giving off.  “He’s not cheating on you.  How could you think that?  He loves you.  Trust me.  He never lets me forget it.”

“Then why the hell does he avoid me?  I haven’t seen him in weeks.  It’s like we aren’t even together anymore.  Maybe we should breaku-”

“-Stop.  Don’t think that way.  I’m telling you, he loves you.  He’s just… going through a tough time right now.  Maybe you could invite him over.  Have a movie night like the good old days.  He needs something normal in his life right now.”  Boy, I can relate.  Dammit, I hate when Mason’s right and he’s always right.  If I make Liam feel comfortable, maybe he will tell me what’s wrong and I can figure out what that smell is and why it makes my core blaze with a need to be defensive.


Popcorn?  Check.

M&Ms?  Check.

The Breakfast Club on DVD?  Check.

A huge mountain of pillows and blankets that feels like heaven?  Triple check.

My night and my living room are perfectly set up for Liam.  My boyfriend.  My boyfriend.  The boy I love.

Does repeating something make it more true?  I just want everything to return to the way it was before, so I am going to steer clear of the changes I’ve noticed and hopefully re-kindle all that Liam and I felt when we first met.  Lost in thought, I barely hear the doorbell ring and jump a little when Liam announces he is coming in.

“I’m in here!”  I prepare myself to see Liam in what feels like a lifetime.  The moment I see his big blue eyes, all suspicions and hesitations fade away.  I walk forward with my arms out and he meets me halfway.  For a few moments, we are a tangle of arms and whispers and I am completely happy again.  But then, that smell comes back.  Being a new werewolf, I still have trouble associating feelings to scents, but this is different.  It is more permanent and I feel the need to wolf-out, ready to fight.  I go against this with every fiber of my being and distract myself by popping in the movie and getting comfortable with the huge bowl of popcorn.

“Okay, I’ll just sit over here, then.”  Liam sits on the cold hardwood floor and fakes a disappointed expression.

“Shut up and get over here, baby blue.”  I giggle and pat the space next to me, satisfied with his new nickname.  I mean, it’s kind of perfect.

“Baby blue?  What the hell do you mean?”

I scoff and throw a few pieces of popcorn in his direction.  “Please, Liam, you know exactly what I mean.  You have baby blue eyes.”  I lower my voice for this part.  “You also act like a baby sometimes.”

“Oh, really?  I act like a baby.  Get over here, you little-”  He gets up and basically jumps on top of me, wiggling his fingers on my sides.  Thank God, he forgot my most ticklish spot.  I squirm to get away from him and he holds my arms above my head, slowly leaning his head down towards my neck and I start flailing around, trying to get away from him.  The crook of my neck is the point that, if touched, makes me instantly pee with laughter.  He starts pressing kisses there and I plead with him to let me go.  After a few minutes of torture and loud protests, he finally does.

I pant and try to calm my beating heart.  My sides ache from laughing so hard and my voice is scratchy.  I push his shoulder as he laughs at my disheveled state and say, “Thanks a lot, jerk.  Now I have-”  I am interrupted by his phone vibrating.  With an apologetic look, he grabs it off the coffee table and the screen lights up his face as he reads.  When he’s finished, he stands.

“Who is it?”  I say, lightly, hoping it’s his mom telling him to lock the door when he gets home.

“I can’t show you, but I have to go.”  I stand, angry that our night is being cancelled yet again.

“Liam, don’t do this.  I haven’t seen you in what feels like a lifetime.  We haven’t hung out like this in so long and things were finally returning to the way they used to be.  Why can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

He grabs his shoes and shoves his phone into his pocket.  “I’m sorry, but this is really important.  My friends need me.”

“And I don’t?”  I am silent as everything comes into focus.  His friends are his priority now.  They are his present.  “I’ve never been a clingy girlfriend, Liam, have I?”  I don’t wait for his response, but push forward through the anger.  "I am a great girlfriend, so I am justified in wanting a night that is uninterrupted by your friends.  I’ve never met these people, but they’re pretty rude for monopolizing all of your time.  Honestly?  I’m kind of sick of it.  You’ve already made your decision, so I’ll make it painless.  I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”  I feel a few tears tickle my cheeks and I wipe them, maintaining eye contact with those baby blues.

He is frozen for a few seconds before responding.  “Okay.  If that’s what you really want.”  He turns his back to me and begins walking to the front door.   I take in a sharp breath and whimper.

“That’s it, you’re not even going to fight?  You’re not going to defend yourself or explain what’s been going on?  I’ve noticed changes, Liam.  You aren’t the same boy I fell in love with because he would never leave without a fight.”

He turns back and says, “There are so many things I want to tell you, but it would be safer for me to be out of your life.  Just remember I love you.”

I silently follow him to the door and as he steps out, a cold breeze blows into the room.  I catch that scent again, the one that sparked my interest and suspicion in Liam in the first place.  It is so familiar.  I once again feel the need to fight to show my territory.  It’s as if Liam is a-

Werewolf.

It dawns on me that this is what I’ve been smelling.  The reason I have become territorial and wary around him.  He is getting into his car and I yell his name, running for him.  Panting, I grab his hand.  “This is gonna sound crazy, but I know what you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew there was something off about you.  There has been for a while and I couldn’t figure it out.  You were different, foreign and I- you were- it was…”

“What are you talking about?”

Words won’t do in this moment, so I decide to show, instead of tell.  I tilt my head down and attach myself to the passion and love I feel for the boy in front of me.  I cross my fingers and slowly look up, eyes blazing yellow.

He just smiles and his eyes change to mirror mine.

“I knew it,” I say.  “Werewolf.  You’re a werewolf like me.’

He lets out a quick laugh and opens his passenger door for me.  “I have some friends I want you to meet.”

The Date Part 2 [Jughead Jones x Reader]

Thank you for the feedback!! I am pretty new to this, as  I said and yeah… anyway, here’s part 2!!! perhaps a part 3? lol jk. not really…

Part 1
Part 3

Summary : You and Jughead have an awkward thing going on between you two ever since the kiss, but with a few wrong decisions you guys come to your senses… or do you?


He didn’t kiss back. And it wasn’t like one of those sappy movies where he’d look you in the eyes and then kiss you, no. He did look you in the eyes after you let go of him, and quickly murmured a ‘sorry’, as he nodded.

Uhm… anyway, you should wear this tonight.” He cleared his throat. “You really think that I am still going after this?” You laughed. “Y/N…” He started, but you interrupted him. “I’m going to stay at home and fuck yo— I mean cry over you!I mean  cry! No, that is not better…” Your cheeks became as red as your dress. Which was maroon. Good job, Y/N. 

Jughead then laughed at your silliness and said then that you should’ve gone to your date, but you just couldn’t. You had called Reggie and told him that your mother is sick and you had to take care of her, and he said that it’s okay, maybe some other time.

“I said that I’d stay at home and fuck him.” You said,looking at the ceiling, then at your phone. “I said that I’d fuck him.” You laughed and looked again at the ceiling, then at the phone. “Screw that.” You threw your phone across the bed and shot up.

Juggie, are we okay?” You said, as the brunette sat on the bed, right after you finished talking with Reggie on the phone. “You have feelings for me?” He suddenly asked you. 

You threw on a green hoodie and a black cap and made your way to Pop’s Chock’lit. You needed a cheeseburger to process the past two weeks. Or maybe three… and a chocolate smoothie.

I…” You were speechless. “Forget it.” He sat up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” He casually said and you smile and nodded, as he left your room. 

You sat at a booth and saw Veronica’s mother. You greeted her and she asked you casual stuff, avoiding any questions that included Jughead. Did everyone in Riverdale know about you and Juggie? Or… whatever was going on between the two of you. 

She left, already knowing what you wanted to order. She has always been so sweet to you. She was really a good woman. You were looking out the window, waiting for your order, when you saw Reggie sitting in front of you. You gave him a soft smile.

“Hey, Reggie.” He gave you one of his smiles that would make any other girl melt. But he wasn’t Jughead. “How is your mother?” He asked. “She’s feeling better now. I am sorry I bailed on you.” You said, but he shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it. But, since we are both at a table and the food isn’t here yet, how about we take advantage of this?” He smirked. You thought a bit about it. A speed-date? Yeah, that could work after the whole Jug(Y/N) drama. “Sounds good to me.” You smirked back at him.


Your ‘speed-date’ with Reggie really was good and it was just perfect, ‘up until the moment Jughead entered the diner. He saw you and Reggie all smiley-dovey-holding hands, and he wasn’t such a big fan of that. He came to your table and looked at you.

Even though he tried his bet to avoid you for two weeks until he sorts out his feelings, he just couldn’t hold back anymore.He had to do something.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He smiled at you with a smile that made you melt. That smile. “Oh, hey Juggie.” You smiled at him. “Reggie.” Jughead nodded at him, and he did the same. “Can we please talk?” Jughead asked, grabbing onto his laptop bag. You looked over to Reggie who nodded and you followed Jughead outside. “I was stupid. There have been the worst two weeks of my life, I need you.” You both said. “That was just creepy.”You frowned. “Can we be friends again?” You added. “We never stopped being friends, and we never will, but I was hoping that…” Juggie started, but Reggie exited the diner, interrupting him. “You ready to go, Y/N?” He smiled, putting an arm over your shoulders. “Wha…?” Jughead was confused now. When did that happen. “I’ll talk  to you later, Juggie! Reggie and I have to get to the movies!” You smiled at him and left to the cinema.

This is the right thing to do.

anonymous asked:

hi listen not to be rude but you're being rude just because you don't like the new band or whatever doesn't mean go and try to hate no one told you to listen to them or like them so don't make a hateful post about it because you're only being childish and you should be better than that and i'm not saying suport them but i am saying grow up and deal with it you're not gonna like everything in life and you don't have to but don't post hateful stuff and be ignorant and rude that's just stupid

Omfg you’re making me laugh so hard right now… 

Hunny, I’ve been trying to deal with the fact that white people are claiming or using things from Asian people all my life now. And the fact that now there is goddamn white people trying to make it into the kpop industry astonishes me. We don’t need them, not now, not yet. 

I had to watch white people portray Asian roles in movies and shows all my life!! AND IT’S STILL HAPPENING. I had to watch Asians be a background role and even be portrayed as nerdy or had to teach a white male karate. AND I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN ASIAN PERSON MAKE IT HUGE IN AMERICA’S MUSIC INDUSTRY.

My point is, we don’t need them. They’re gonna flop anyways.

Oh and “deal with it you’re not gonna like everything in life” … yeah ok, then YOU deal with that fact that I don’t like this situation either.

Why I feel raising awareness is important and why I appreciate the existence of a community

I am from an earlier generation than the majority of tumblr, so I wanted to share some of my experiences as an asexual and the reason why I’m so grateful that blogs like yours exist today.

Like many people in my environment I was brought up to believe that being perceived as desirable and/or marriage material is a strong criterion for defining my worth as a person. Even now, much later, this is hard to shake off.

Being of a curious nature and assured that romantic love is the thing to aspire to, I developed a fascination and curiosity about it. Later I would realise that my perception of the subject was not shared by my peers. The connection, the fascination between two (or more) people that I perceived as “romantic” was nowhere near what my friends were interested in. On one side, this was very pleasing to my very conservative family, on the other side, my lack of interest for the “hunt” was considered weird by my schoolmates.  

I had no label for it. There was no name and no community because the internet and all its possibilities and social networks were yet to come. I thought I was a “late bloomer”. The problem with this was - I felt it put me somewhere behind my peers. Like they were all in a club I was not allowed to join and it was the only existing club. Like they were developing into “proper people” faster than me.  I couldn’t have that. So I pretended to be interested in people in the same way as they were. Because, surely, it was only a matter of time until my slow self would also become “right”. As an avid reader and researcher I had no trouble finding the proper language to appear on the same level or even further “in the game” than my peers. My sexual persona was sufficiently convincing and as the years went by, the lie became so comfortable I almost forgot I was lying. An “I’m currently not looking for a relationship” here, a “yes, there was someone, but it was nothing serious” there, or implying I’m in unrequited love did the trick. Some of you might know the insistent nature of questions about marriage and relationships you start getting at a certain point.

I accumulated some experience with flirting, kissing, role play and various kinks that, in theory, seemed interesting, to give my constructs more credibility and substance. I read more erotic literature than anyone in my social circle and tried to recreate the feelings the various authors were describing. I tried to be heterosexual, homosexual, pansexual…anything. I overanalysed my gender identity and even tried tantric meditation courses to “awaken my sexual energy”. There was always the hope, that this time I would feel the spark everyone was talking about, this time I wouldn’t be “wrong”.

You would have been tested to find anyone more involved in or better informed about anything concerning sex than myself back in those days. I was an asexual obsessed with sex! What a waste of energy this must look like to everyone! It wasn’t entirely bad, though. Some areas focused heavily on psychological interaction and deep trust, rather than physical stimulation. Those were nice to discover.

As my time at university progressed, the latent anxiety about my “wrongness”  grew. It got worse every time I, for lack of a better term, fell in love with someone. For me it meant intensely craving regular interpersonal exchange, making them understand they were special, beautiful, luminous and incredibly precious to me, maybe kissing and certainly hugging, nuzzling and snuggling the living daylights out of them! And yet…I could never truly approach them, because what could I offer?? The eventual goal for anyone would be a “rich and healthy sex life” and despite all my theoretical knowledge, me deriving no pleasure whatsoever in the actual deed would have put a damper on the whole thing. Even the idea of actually doing the things I knew I was expected to do filled me with dread. So I was left heartbroken and convinced that, really, I had no right to feel heartbroken.

I was never afraid of ending up alone. Being alone was fine, even pleasant! My fear only centred on what I thought of as my “disability” being found out. And that was never going to happen, was it?

It was. You can imagine how it went - I met a person, we became close friends and were compatible on a level that I’d never experienced before. And the perk - they were in a romantic/sexual relationship. So no danger for me, right? Wrong. I found out that being asexual does not stop you from wanting emotional commitment. And here my true agony began. I desired something while not being able to give anything worthwhile in return.  This is how I perceived it. Any story I knew that featured a person unable to give their partner sexual pleasure claimed they “had it coming” when they were cheated on, dumped or ended up living in a broken relationship (or, of course, finally finding Mr./Ms. Right to cure them). I didn’t want that for the person I cared for or for myself.

I won’t bore you with the details. I started distancing myself. My beloved wouldn’t have that. Their relationship was terminated and I got a declaration of love I was overjoyed to hear. Would I try to make the one I adored happy? Of course I would. Alas, at some point the “wrongness” had to be addressed. Although I trusted this person very much, I was prepared to being laughed at or told I was repressed, damaged or insufficient. Instead I got understanding and the promise that whatever physical contact I was comfortable with would be enough. I was too shocked to process it at the moment. I was always worried that it was just pity speaking, or the expectation that eventually I would “come around”. This worry haunted me. I couldn’t believe anyone could possibly tolerate an “incomplete” relationship. My instincts pushed me towards withdrawal and keeping silent, letting us drift apart as friends. Again, I found an unexpected patience combined with a fierce insistence on making it work. Sentences like “With you I found a greater intimacy then physical contact could ever give me” and “I want to be a part of your life, and I want this relationship more than anything” along with many “I love you"s  made me come out of my shell again. There was even some joking about it - "In the near future I’ll be too old for that kind of thing anyway, so don’t worry”. I can’t describe the amount of understanding and love I got in this relationship.

Still, it was constantly on my mind that I was unable to fulfil an important task. My partner seemed reasonably happy, though. So happy, in fact, that the “issue” was no issue at all and in a conversation with a close friend who was devastated about not being able to get “a normal relationship” my partner’s tongue slipped - “What’s a ‘normal’ relationship even supposed to be?? There are no rules for happiness! Look at us! We’re not having sex and we’re still very happy!” When I found out about it, the shame crushed me. I was unable to do something so basic! I was “wrong”! Not one of the “proper people”! And now an outsider knew about it! The thing I spent a big part of my life covering up! All my effort now seemed pointless. I felt incredibly betrayed and devastated. I asked for distance and said I needed a break until I gathered myself.

This may seem ridiculous and you might say - “There’s nothing wrong with being who you are! Own up to it! Just be yourself!"  And, of course, you are right. And this mentality is more recent than you might think. I spent many years of my life in an environment where "be yourself” was little more than a pretty phrase from movies about teenagers who went through a makeover to become more attractive for their love interest. “Being yourself” just meant adapting to the environment, or at least covering up your “insufficiencies”. And this is hard to shake off. Even today I struggle with it.

The story has a happy continuation, though. My partner was devastated about the mistake and tearfully apologised countless times and again - understood why I was upset. There was no judging, no “get over it already” or anything like that. And that’s what made me realise (after I had some time to gather myself) that what we have is more important to me than hanging on to my carefully crafted mask.

We are still together and as happy as any couple could ever be. We have loads of fun and grow together as people. In case it matters to anyone - I’m a woman, my partner is a man.

I am so grateful that blogs like yours exist and that you are raising awareness and giving a community to people who are going through the same things I was going through, showing them they are “proper people” and “right”. With the onslaught of sexual expectation thrown at people every day it’s easy to lose oneself if what you are is deemed “inexistent”. The community gave me a new term to describe “the wrongness” and for that I’m truly grateful.

7:43PM

Okay so there won’t be an update tonight because I just spent four hours in the emergency room (with my mother, who is fine, no worries!)

and it’s shark week day one

and the only thing I want to do is stuff my face full of food, wrap myself in a blanket, and watch movies.

So expect Ch. 22 tomorrow, when the “genki” is back on schedule.

Wanda Maximoff Drabble 1

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: “Tell me you need me.”

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Being different was hard, Wanda knew that. Being cast aside was hard, Wanda knew that too. Being cast aside because she was different, Wanda knew that to be extremely hard. Always looked down upon because of her powers, Wanda truly never fit in. People either treated her like she was a ticking time bomb or like she was made of glass. Wanda was neither, though. Wanda was a gentle, caring person. People seemed to forget that, unfortunately.

Ever since her brother had died, Wanda had isolated herself as much as she could. Wanda thought that if she isolated herself, it wouldn’t hurt as much if someone else had isolated her. So that’s what she did, isolate herself. There were periods of time when Wanda came out and opened up. Those were great times. But once Wanda made a mistake and the world began cursing her, she isolated herself once more.

Wanda was at the very beginning of isolating herself again. Something had gone wrong on a mission and it was her fault, or so she told herself. Steve had tried to explain that it was everyone’s fault, but she wouldn’t listen. If she had created that energy field one second earlier, lives could have been saved…

The only person that could get to Wanda when she became like this was you. You were the true hero in her life, always picking her back up. You were walking towards her room, carrying movies in one hand and her favorite blanket from your room in another. Stopping at her door, you heard Wanda’s soft cries through the wood. Heart breaking just a tad, you knocked on the door. Soon her cries were turned into sniffles as she opened her door. Eyes lighting up just the smallest bit at the sight of her hero, she let you into her room.

“I brought you your favorites,” You said, holding up the blanket and movies. Sitting on her bed, she crawled in next to you. Knowing that she needed someone to just be there for her, you put in the movie as you let her use you as her own personal teddy bear. Her soft cries had stopped by now, due to your calming presence. You were an empath, able to feel and manipulate everyone’s emotions. Whenever you were with Wanda, you created a calm environment which she greatly appreciated.

“Tell me you need me,” Wanda whispered, barely audible. 

“What?” You asked, looking down at her wrapped up in your blanket.

“Tell me you need me,” She repeated, just a tad louder. Eyes softening at her words, you pull her up into a sitting position with you.

“You already know I need you, Wanda,” You comforted as you paused the movie.

“I know… just tell me,” She whispered, accent poking through her words as she looked down at her hands in her lap.

“I need you,” 

“Sometimes,” She shakily started, picking off the black polish on her nails. “I think that the others don’t need me. That nobody needs me. That the only person that needed me was P-Pietro. But now that he’s gone, nobody needs me.”

“Wanda, don’t say that,” You said, eyeing her. “I need you. The team needs you, specifically Steve. You’re one of his girls, and he will always need you. I honestly think he would go ballistic if something happened to you. Without you, the team wouldn’t be able to function. I can say for a fact that some of us wouldn’t be here breathing right now if you weren’t there. Specifically me.”

Quirking an eyebrow up at you, she was about ready to start arguing but you cut her off.

“It’s true. You’ve saved my life so many times, but that’s besides the point. I need you. If you weren’t in my life, I wouldn’t know what to do. Who else would keep me sane with Tony around? Who else would spend the night in watching movies with me while everyone else goes out to party? Who else would be my closest friend?”

Smiling at you words, Wanda looked up at you. “You know, it’s not fair that you’re an empath and that you are making me feel calm right now.”

“I’m not doing anything,” You said, holding your hands up. “You’re just realizing how important you really are.”

“With your help,”

“Just a smidge,” You smiled, causing her to laugh. Enveloping you into a hug, Wanda squeezed you as she let out a shake-y breath.

“Thank you, (Y/N), really. For everything,”

“What else am I here for?” You asked, squeezing Wanda back. Pulling away, you reached for the remote again. “Now c’mon, I wanna finish this.”

Smiling and nodding her head, Wanda laid back down on the bed next to you as the movie continued to play. That was the last time that Wanda ever felt like she didn’t belong.

Ok, I need to just put this out there. I haven’t even seen this movie yet but I’m in fucking tears hearing all about it right now!

I cannot explain just how much it means to me knowing that I will soon take my kids to see a film where the main romantic storyline involves TWO MEN! In a KIDS’ FILM! And it isn’t ridiculed, or some shitty pisstake throwaway joke. It’s being used as a goddamn REDEEMING FEATURE for the main character!

For me, a queer who has had to defend her desire and then decision to have kids her entire life, this is just beyond everything! Constantly hearing how kids should be “sheltered” from homosexuality, like its some dirty horrible thing their precious little minds can’t process, but now having it so gloriously displayed on the big screen? I’m fucking crying right now! And I know this is nothing more than a fun movie for children and I probably shouldn’t be letting it get to me this much, but it has and it does and fuckdammit I LOVE LEGO!

  bates motel starters;
   episodes 1 – 3.

  • this is crazy. 
  • it’s not crazy. it’s not. 
  • come on. i wanna show you the house. 
  • we’ve been through a lot. this is our chance to start over. 
  • maybe some people don’t get to start over. maybe they just bring themselves to a new place. 
  • people do get to start over, but they have to try.
  • i think it might be a good idea, now that you’re here, to try to put down some roots. 
  • i know how hard that must be. 
  • it’s okay. i don’t have to do it. 
  • i’ll just do everything myself, the way i always do.
  • never mind, i’m not hungry.
  • you know nothing about this town.
  • get the hell off my property. 
  • if i ever see you here again, i will call the police, or i will shoot you myself.
  • it’s not a good idea, no.
  • you said you wanted me to have a life here – this is how you have one!
  • don’t lose your temper with me! i’m just looking out for you.
  • oh my god, you’re so cute. you actually thought we were gonna go study.
  • those dumb bitches leave you here by yourself?
  • you’re different, aren’t you?
  • i think people who are different don’t know they’re different because they have nothing to compare it to.
  • you’re kind of weird. weird good.
  • this house is mine. and everything in this house is mine.
  • he attacked you! it was self-defense!
  • who’s gonna book a room in the rape-murder motel?!
  • it will ruin us! it’s gonna make me a laughingstock!
  • we came here to start over. 
  • and where the hell were you?!
  • there’s a dead man on the floor and there’s a lake of blood! what are we supposed to do, clean this up with paper towels and spray cleaner?! i don’t think so! 
  • it’s gonna be okay. it’s gonna be fine.
  • how can there still be more blood?!
  • don’t try to cut it short because it’s embarrassing.
  • god, i hope he fits in the trunk.
  • everyone i have ever known has sucked. except you.
  • you’re everything. my whole family, my whole life, my whole self. you always have been.
  • it’s like there’s a cord between our hearts.
  • it’s you and me. it’s always been you and me. we belong together.
  • as long as we’re together, then nothing bad can really happen.
  • that’s what normal people do when they’ve lost their job, and they’ve got no money and no place to stay.
  • it looked like somebody set a fire there.it’s a really nice town you picked here, to start a new life and all.
  • i just moved here, but that’s not right, man.
  • you’re not gonna be coming home in the middle of the night like this. 
  • i’m trying to build a life here for us. 
  • you are not going to be screwing this up.
  • you have never had an ounce of kindness for me.
  • i’ve been worrying about money since i was conscious.
  • don’t you two ever get tired of each other?
  • how could a god who made all this beautiful stuff in the world also make things that are scary and evil?
  • oh please, i’ve read a lot of manga a lot steamier than this.
  • did he make any threats to you or–?
  • i’m the last guy you want on your bad side.
  • that hardly incriminates me in his disappearance.
  • i wanted to give him a new life.
  • get the hell off of me! 
  • you’re a damn joke! 
  • you let that bitch run you like a puppet!
  • she’s not a bad person, she’s just not perfect!
  • don’t you come at me again, or i will hurt you bad.
  • let’s just say that he was a train wreck in general.
  • an eye for an eye. it’ll get handled.
  • he can’t hurt you. i will not stand for it.
  • someone did this to these girls, and we can prove it.
  • we can find the spot and find the grave.
  • you can’t stay here. you’re toxic.
  • we need to run!
  • oh my god, that poor girl is buried there.
  • that dead girl is calling us from her grave.
  • forget about it.
  • most text messages are dirtier than this.
  • death is awkward.
  • everyone seems better in old movies. even bad ones.
  • i have no idea if they found anything.
  • i mean, there’s nothing to find, right?
  • we got rid of everything.
  • if we forget about her, then the world will forget about her.
  • look, i know i don’t know you that well, but you just – you seem like a really nice person and right now, i really need a friend.
  • guy had a hell of a temper. 
  • i know you’ve spent your life trying to take care of other. but you’re making their problem yours.
  • you wear that like armour, but the truth is, it is weighing you down.
  • i guess calling your mom a whore is perfectly normal.
  • there’s a whole world out there. you need some perspective.
  • i’m sorry you tried to kill me the other night.
  • you came at me with a meat tenderizer.
  • i’m sorry i tried to kill you, according to you anyway.
  • what if he makes you do things… things you don’t want to do?
  • this was horrible. it was violent.
  • this is all your fault.
  • there’s something wrong with me.
  • you know what you have to do, don’t you?
Oath | Ch.3 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 4743

A/N: The end is not the end, I promise. 


You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the blurriness as you stared deep into the dark night through the shattered window while tears of blood made their way down your bruised face. What happened? Where am I? It took you a moment to remember what just had happened. As the images played in your head, panic took over your body. Jungkook! Oh no, please… You feared the worst. It was hard to bear the thought of losing him, especially when you were so close to building a family together. Your whole body was in such pain, it was hard to even breathe but you had to fight the numbness to check on Jungkook. You moved your head slowly, grunting as shots of sharp pain ran down your spine. He was there, next to you, his face covered in small cuts lit by the faded white light of the moon. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable, just like the first time you met him. For some reason, that scene flooded your mind.

It was a night similar to this one. You had classes till late at night and even though you hated being forced to focus on a certain subject at such a time after a long day, you had to attend them. They were not boring, it was just that you had to work and then rush into class without even having the luxury of a lunch break or a snack. Sometimes you would buy a bar of chocolate and a coffee and pray that they keep you on your feet until you finish. And it usually worked. After classes ended you would make your way to the bus stop with some of your classmates, the ones you mostly hanged out with and then part ways as each took a different bus. Yours was always the last to come so you had to bear with this also. Oh man, I’m so hungry. Can you hurry up a bit, please? It never did and this night was no exception. But after 10 more minutes of waiting in the cold of the night, there it was. On the ride you kept thinking about a conversation you had with one of your friends.

“Don’t you feel lonely sometimes? You are always on the run, always doing something but you hardly have time for yourself. When was the last time you went out to have fun?”

“I know. But it’s not like I have any other choice. I need to work hard for the scholarship and the competition is no joke. Not to say that living in an apartment requires money, and that I can only get if I work. I don’t have time for parties. They just take the life out of me anyways. I prefer watching movies all day with a bucket of chocolate ice-cream in my hands.” you laughed it off.

“You really need a boyfriend.”

“Excuse me? And why is that? Do you think I have time for one right now?”

“There you go again…See this is exactly why. You need to relax.”

“Oh, and a guy can do that?”

“Yes! Just come with us out this weekend. Maybe you’ll find someone.”

“Yeah…maybe.”

“You better come! I will not take "no” for an answer, you got it?“

"Ok, fine, I’ll try my best.” you rolled your eyes.

A guy to help me relax… you scoffed. You were never the type to run after boys or daydream of a relationship all day, you had things to do and a clear target you had to work hard to get to. After 30 more minutes of riding the bus, you got off. The bus station was at a 15 minute walk distance away from your flat, the most relaxing time of the day. You had to go through the park where you would usually come out to jog when you had time and then go up on the hill. People would usually avoid going through the park at night but you had no other choice, you were hungry, shaking actually and this was the fastest way. And nothing bad happened to you after all the times you passed through it so there was nothing to be afraid of. You did not rush, you took your time to clear your head and enjoy the silence of the night as you played with your shadow under the moonlight.

“Who needs a guy to relax? They only make things more complicated. I can have fun by myself.” You said to yourself as a giggle escaped your lips. But deep down you did feel lonely. You came to a standstill when the corner of your lips turned down, heart feeling heavy. You thought of your past relationship, how much more fun watching a movie was or going to the seaside, or even hanging out in the park. But you locked all of that in the darkest room of your heart the moment you saw the same happiness being given by the very person you cherished more than yourself to another person. That was when everything changed, you changed. It was the moment work became more satisfactory than a night out. Maybe because it made you forget how lonely you felt deep down. Tears were about to fall down when you were startled by a low grunt coming from behind a tree, far to your left. You almost jumped at the sound, heartbeat going crazy.

“Who….who is there?” your voice was shaking. “Look, I have no money on me, ok? I am a broke student. If that’s what you want, you got the wrong person.” You took a better look at where the sound came from, taking your phone out of your pocket slowly to call for help. As adrenaline took over your body, you heard what seemed to be moans of pain and slow breathing. Your curiosity was peaked now and, although all your instinct was telling you was to run, there was something that was pulling you towards that place, something you could not explain neither control and so you found your feet starting to move on their own. You slowly got closer and saw the black figure of someone laying on the ground, with the back leaned against the base of the tree that was used as a cover. As the light of the phone screen flashed over it, your grew wide in shock. In front of you stood a young man covered in blood, panting heavily, barely alive with clothes torn to shreds by what seemed to be knife cuts.

“Oh my God! Are you ok? What happened?” you dropped your phone as you kneeled next to the victim to check on him. His face was painted in shades of purple and red, his lips bled, his hair was wet from his own sweat and it came down to his tired eyes. You instinctively placed a hand on his arm to make him come to his senses. You needed him alive. It was your duty to make sure he survives now. His body was burning in fever and trembling out of control.

“Oh God. How could this happen…I need to call an ambulance. My phone…Where’s my phone?” you said to yourself as you desperately searched for it. The next thing you know, he was grabbing your wrist, pulling you back to face him, almost falling over his broken body.

“No ambulance…” his voice was barely a whisper that got lost in the cold air.

“What? What do you mean?…” you looked at him with soft eyes for a second before continuing. “You are not in your right mind. I need to get you to the hospital. Now! Or else you’ll die. Do you want to die?”

“No…”

“See? That’s why I need my phone.” you were about to get up when his grip grew tighter.

“I said no hospitals. Just leave…please…” he was exhausted, eyes barely open. You could only see their sparkle under the moonlight.

“You really want to die, don’t you? Fine! No hospitals…but I’m taking you with me. I’m not going to let you die here, do you hear me? You can curse at me after you are healed, I don’t care!” you placed a hand under his arm and held it with the other as you focused all the strength you had left to lift him up. He groaned in pain and it hurt you too. For some reason it made your heart break to see him like this. You never thought you could grow so attached to someone so quick, in such an unexpected situation but you did and it somehow scared you.

“Can’t you just leave? Let me here…I’ll be fine.”

“No. If I let you here, you’ll die and if you do that I would blame myself for the rest of my life. Look, I don’t even know who you are and I have no intention of doing so. I just want to help you, that’s all. I don’t need money, I don’t need a reward…I want to sleep peacefully knowing that I did not let you waste your life like this. Now, I need you to make an effort and walk with me 10 more minutes, ok? You can do that, right? Lean on me but don’t fall asleep, ok?”

“Fine! Walk!” he said in a low tone, almost angrily. He knew he had no chance of getting through the night alive and since going to the hospital was out of the question, what else could he do? So he trusted you and walked all the way up to your small apartment without any more words being shared. As he stepped into the hallway he looked around as if making sure there was no threat. But everything looked so cozy, so clean. There was no chance you were one of them.

“Ok. You made it. Now I need to check those wounds. Don’t worry, there’s no one here and nobody will follow you. There are no CCTVs in the park, you are safe. The only thing they could trace is the blood trail but it will rain soon so no need to worry about that either.” He looked at you with wide eyes as if he was shocked by the words that you just spoke. “What? "No hospital”, you looking like this, refusing my help, they all make you into a fugitive. God damn it, what I got myself into. But you’re not a bad guy, right? You can’t be…there is some gentleness in your look, you can’t fake that.“ You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity until one of his groans brought you back to reality. "Oh, yes, anyway, I have to clean that, let’s go to the bathroom.” you placed him slowly on the edge of the sink and helped him shift his weight onto his left shoulder as he leaned against the wall.

“Ok, I’ll need you to take that off” you pointed at his shirt and rushed to take out the medical kit. When you turned to face him again, you couldn’t help but giggle at him failing to do so.

“If you have the energy to laugh, how about you give me a hand with this, would you? I am barely keeping my eyes open…”

“I’m sorry, let me help you with that.” you felt so bad for what you did a few seconds ago. You knew he was in a serious state, he must’ve lost a lot of blood, some of which stained your shirt so you needed to act quick. You placed yourself in front of him, grabbed the corners of his shirt and pulled it off in one try. His whole torso was covered in dark bruises that showed just how powerful the hits he took were and open cuts that still bled. “Just what exactly have you done to deserve this…”. He looked at you in awe. He could not believe this kind of girl existed. Just why exactly were you helping a stranger that could possibly be a criminal for all you know and risk your own life?

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Of course you can’t. Figured that much. What else am I not allowed to know? Name? Age? Favorite color? Food?” he giggled softly, the muscles of his well sculpted abdomen contracting. “Hey, you need to stay still, I’m trying to clean up the mess here, ok?” you said jokingly. You were glad that made him laugh. He was fighting with all his strength to stay alive and you were the treatment that kept him going, it seems.

“Ok, ok.”

Moments of silence passed as you finished cleaning up, disinfecting and stitching the wounds before placing some bandage over them and sealing them with medical tape.

“Looks like we’re done here. Now I need to check your legs too. Any other parts that hurt?”

“No. My legs are fine, just some bruises here and there. I’ll survive that.”

“Are you sure?” you looked up at him with worrisome eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Ok then, let’s do something about this handsome face of yours.” you stood up, cupping his face with your small hands. On his tired face a smirk was now on full display. “What? Going back to life?”

“Seems like it.”

“I think I preferred the almost dead version of you better.” you said mockingly. If he wanted to play, so did you. It was amazing and scary how calm you felt in his presence. You almost enjoyed having him there with you. He kept looking at you as you cleaned his cuts, admiring your long lashes, how your eyes sparkle when you laugh, your perfectly trimmed eyebrows, plump lips that were parted every time you focused on something. He took in your every gesture, every word, every soft touch and it seemed it only made him eager to find out more.

“Jungkook.” his words broke the silence as you worked hard to disinfect one cut from his forehead.

“Hm?” you stopped to look at him.

“My name…Jungkook”

“Oh, wow. So we’re making progress here. Ok, that’s good to hear. Nice to meet you, Jungkook-ssi, my name is Y/N.” Again, your words made him smile and seeing him like this brought joy to your soul too. You made it, you saved him. Long seconds passed as you both gazed into each other’s eyes, almost like you were trying dig your way into the other’s soul. As the atmosphere grew more tense, you broke all sorts of eye contact and reached for a band aid.

“Ok, with this I am finally done. Do you think you can clean the remaining blood on your body by yourself? I will search for something for you to change into.”

“Um, yeah, I can handle this much.”

“Ok then. I’ll let you…um…take care of it. Yeah…” For some reason your heart was racing since a few moments earlier and it seemed like the man called Jungkook was also affected somehow. This whole situation was so awkward that you had to escape from that bathroom. And you did, you rushed to the bedroom, closing the door behind as to give him privacy. You heard the water of the shower running and sighted in relief.

“What the hack are you thinking?! Oh my God, what is this? Why is this happening? This shouldn’t be happening.” you paced around the room nervously.

“Um…is everything all right?” a voice caught you by surprise followed by a short shriek evading your lips. You were so startled by the sudden presence that you fell on your bed in a sitting position.

“Yes, perfect. No problem. Is there anything you need?”

“You know, if you regret saving me, I can just leave now. You did enough for me as it is.” He looked so down as he said these words that it was almost heartbreaking. He was on the brink of death a few moments ago and now here he is, walking on his own, joking, making you feel all sorts of things.

Just who exactly are you? you thought. “No! No, it’s not that, trust me. You can stay the night, actually.” Wait, what? What are you doing, brain?! Oh God, what have I done?! It was like a battle between your heart and brain now. “There is plenty of food in the fridge and the sofa is actually really comfortable. I have movies too, we can watch some if you want.” Shut up!! Stop talking! I am so ruined.

“Oh, no…it’s really too much to ask. I will leave after I wash myself.” There it was again, the light in his eyes. It captivated you just how beautiful and gentle they were, how deep and dark and full of mysteries.

“I insist. Stay…” I do, of course I do. Y/N come to your senses!! Your voice was almost pleading. “I mean…I need to keep an eye on you and make sure you are safe to go. Just until the morning, ok?”

“Ok then, I’ll stay.” he said with a smile that brightened up the whole room. It was the first time you saw him like that. Actually, this night was the night of a lot of “first times”. “ Oh and, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you!”

Those two words were more sincere than any other you have ever heard so you looked at him with tender eyes and smiled as he made his way to the bathroom again.

“I am crazy!” you giggled and let yourself fall back on the bed, starring at the ceiling.

After he came out and changed into his new clothes you both laughed at how they fit him and how awkward it would be to walk like that on the street. So you decided to wash his clothes and try to sew them too, to make them wearable. While you did so, Jungkook was busy looking through your collection of movies and series, trying to find something for the both of you to enjoy. After you were both done, you sat in the couch with some snacks and talked about the movie just like an ordinary couple would. It all seemed so natural.

“Red.” he said all of a sudden.

“Excuse me?” you chuckled.

“My favorite color.”

“Ohh, so I shouldn’t have washed that T-shirt. It was pretty red, you know.” now you were both laughing, totally ignoring the movie. But there was something that was bothering you ever since you met him and you needed an answer.

“The people that did this to you…are they going to come after you again?”

“I don’t think so. At least, not for now.”

“I see. That’s good to hear. Are they bad?”

“What do you think?”

“Me? Well, looking at what they did to you, they seem pretty bad, you know. You were the victim, after all.”

“I was the victim…” he scoffed softly. “What if I’m the bad guy here?” he gave you a deadly stare. You looked at him for a while and then continued, facing the TV screen.

“You’re not. At least, not for me.”

“What do you mean?” his curiosity was peaked.

“Well, firstly, as I said, in my eyes, you were the victim. Secondly, you did nothing to hurt me. Thirdly, I feel safe around you, calm…happy.” you looked down, trying to hide your blushing face. But he was faster, he reached his hand to cup your right cheek and turn your face to him.

“Me too.”

There it was again, the tension, the long stares, the soft touches. I am crazy!! you kept thinking. He moved closer, his hand now tangled in locks of your hair pulling you towards him. As your lips touched, it felt like sparks filled the room, both of your hearts racing, your souls yearning for more. The kiss was so soft and sweet at first and so fierce as you both spilled your feelings all over the other, forgetting about the outside world. This was not something you would have done but he brought back to life a side of you that has been long dead. For how long have you buried your desire to be loved, to feel something so strong, so powerful, to do something so reckless? But nothing mattered anymore. Every thought, every concern and trace of pain left were erased by his touch. You wanted this to last forever. You wanted him to stay forever and so after your lips parted, you pleaded:

“Can’t you just stay a few more days?”

“I can’t. Not at the moment.”

“Why? Are you afraid they’ll come here?”

“That too.”

“Too? Then what else is there to fear?”

“I can’t tell you. Trust me, it’s for your own good. You saved me, let me at least make sure you are safe.”

“Fine…But this is not the last time I’ll see you, is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You…don’t know.” you moved back to your original sitting spot. It hurt. His words opened a wound in your heart that you have tried so hard to heal. Being abandoned was what you feared most and here you were again, vulnerable.

“I am sorry. I really want to be with you, to share this feeling but right now, I can’t.” his words were filled with pain too. It was not easy for him to see you like that, to leave you after all you have done for him. “I will make it up to you. I promise!” he stood up, came in front of you and placed a deep kiss on your forehead.

Your heart was breaking at the thought of being left alone in the house again, with no assurance of him ever coming back, being left in a permanent state of waiting. As he made his way to the bathroom to change back into the clothes you tried your best to fix, tears fell down your cheeks and painted the couch in small drops, one by one, just like rain on the dirty street. I knew this would happen. But do I ever listen? you kept blaming yourself.

When he was done he made his way back to the couch and kneeled in front of you, whipping the last traces of tears.

“I am so sorry you had to go through this. I promise I will find my way back to you as soon as I can. Until then promise me you won’t try to find me, ok?”

“Just who exactly are you?” your voice got stuck in your throat after all the crying. He hesitated for a moment like he was trying to come up with some lie or a plan that would not make this situation worse.

“Jungkook” He looked deep into your eyes before he went on: “Y/N’s boyfriend.” You never knew that these very two words were going to be the sole driving force that would keep you waiting for his return. And he did. It took him a while, but when he finally came back one late winter night, he stayed.

And now you were afraid of losing him again, this time for good. You moved your fingers with difficulty, feeling his now cold touch. As you struggled to get a clear view, you saw his lifeless form. From under his wet, dark fringe, blood was making its way down his bruised face, collecting more liquid as it dripped down. You wanted to call his name, to wake him up, but as your lips parted, nothing came out. You were exhausted, you could barely move your fingers, let alone your whole body. It hurt so bad that more tears started to form. What sins did you commit to deserve this? You were so happy just a few hours back and now everything went breaking down. You thought you would never see Jungkook like this again and this time there was nothing you could do to help him.

Outside, a voice could be heard from afar.

“I have taken care of it. What am I supposed to do now? I see…What about the girl? I understand. Yes, sir!”

It was the voice of a man, from what you could hear, and he was getting closer at a fast pace. As your mind was racing again, thinking that you will die for sure now, a loud noise startled you. Someone was trying to get into the car, cutting and pulling at the driver seat’s door. You watched as the door was torn open like it was nothing but a toy making way for a man with his face hidden by the black hood of his jacket and a mask to enter and try to free Jungkook’s body from the seatbelt. You tightened the grip around Jungkook’s fingers, trying to keep him there with you as you were sure the man was planning on taking him away from you. But it was to no avail. The man placed a hand over Jungkook’s shoulders, protecting him from hitting his head on the rooftop of the car as he released the seatbelt. No matter how strong your grip was, it could not stop Jungkook’s fingers from sliding out of yours as the man pulled him out.

“No! Stop! Please! Jungkook-ah!!! Stop!” All you could do was cry and scream in pain and it was consuming you.  

The man laid Jungkook’s body on the ground and stood there for a few moments as if he was thinking about his next move. Not soon after, a black van made its appearance. You were blinded by the lights that aimed towards the wrecked car.  Several men came out and approached the three of you. You could not see any of their faces but they looked tall and muscular, intimidating. You watched as two of them came to pick Jungkook’s body and took it to the van while another gave a suitcase to the man that separated the two of you. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs again, gaining the attention of the men next to you.

“Someone’s still alive, huh?” one of them said in a husky voice.

“That is why I asked you what I should do with her, sir. I am sorry! I ran into them at full speed, I did my best but this bitch is still fighting. What should I do now?” this one sounded terrified.

“Do exactly what I said. Kill her. And clean this mess nicely or else….you know.”

“Yes! Yes, sir! I will do my best!” he bowed in front of the other as low as he could.

The one with the low, husky voice was leaving, steps showing some sort of dominance, a sign of higher level and prestige. The other made his way to your side and followed the same steps to get you out of the car as well. What was he planning to do to you? You screamed for help and tried to kick and hit him but all you did was lose the last piece of energy you had left so by the time he got you out, your voice had died and so did your will to fight.

“Bitch, you should shut your mouth! If I have problems because of you, I’ll find your whole family and kill them just like I will kill you.”

He laid you down on the cold ground and put his weight over your hips, hands wrapping around your slender neck. So this is how it ends…you thought as the man’s grip only grew tighter. You never thought you would cherish air so much as you did right now and so, with your last trace of strength you threw your nails at his face, leaving cat-like marks all over his cheeks and hands. As he slapped your hands away with such a brutal force that it felt like they were broken, you saw your engagement ring fly in the air and sparkle for the last time under the moonlight before it fell somewhere in the dark, away from everyone’s touch, an everlasting symbol that your love was real. Your eyes started to lose focus, head felt like it was exploding, you wanted to breathe do badly your insides were burning, you reached your hand towards the place where the ring fell and let yourself drift away as a final pair of tears tickled your skin. I loved you Jeon Jungkook, and I will always do.

vorpalgirl  asked:

Do the Japanese have their own separate "flower language" or did they largely adopt Victorian Europe/USA's? Because I know that some flowers (e.g. red spider lilies) have specific meanings and even folklore attached to them in Japanese culture that pop up sometimes (e.g. in imagery in Tokyo Ghoul or Inuyasha), but I also remember the "Sailor Moon R" movie from the 1990's, in English translation anyway, making reference to "the language of flowers" which made me think VFL so now I'm just confused

Hi vorpalgirl, long time no see!

The Japanese do in fact have a flower language of their own, it’s called Hanakotoba and we actually have a tag for it. You can find it right here!

Oh man, this is just reminding me of all the manga I need to finish reading at some point in my life. Without looking up the flowers in question (and hoping I can actually find something on Google to add at the end of this ask because wouldn’t that be neat), my best guess is that it’s a bit of everything. While Hanakotoba might be the obvious choice for Japanese artists especially if they lack the proper English skills, I’m not putting it past them to make use of the Victorian flower language just because they can. (Anyone remember Weiß Kreuz? There’s a 50% chance they just flipped open a German dictionary and were like “that word sounds cool.”)

And since it’s anime with a world all of its own, I wouldn’t actually put it past them to have a combination of Hanakotoba and the Victorian flower language as well as meanings derived from folklore within those universes. You pick what fits your story best is the general rule and since all three you mentioned are fantasy worlds a combination like that would be entirely possible.

Let’s try to decipher some of the flowers used, just for fun, yeah?

The first ending of Inuyasha features red spider lilies, which are also depicted in Tokyo Ghoul, their meanings derives directly from Hanakotoba and it’s never to meet again, lost memory and abandonment. They have no specific entry in the Victorian dictionary, which means they would be filed simply under lily. They mean majesty, purity and modesty, honour and purity of heart. However, it is unlikely that that meaning is the one we’re looking for.

Tokyo Ghould also features carnations, first white then stained red with blood. Carnations as well have meanings in Hanakotoba, which fascination, distinction and love. In the Victorian flower language, white carnations have their own meaning, being innocence, sweet and lovely, pure love and woman’s good luck gift. While in red their meaning changes to my heart breaks, my heart aches for you and admiration. In this case, we can say it is possible both Hanakotoba and the Victorian flower language have been applied.

I cannot say much about Sailor Moon, other than that the space flower breaks reality on all accounts.

Ultimately only the artists themselves know (or at least we should hope so) and if you really want to know I suggest asking them directly, given there is a way to do so.

- Mod Jana

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