i live and breathe for you

anonymous asked:

Yo true crime dudes and serial killers are super different. I know you don't really care but I really am sincerely interested in learning about paranormal shit and serial killers and aliens and all that stuff and I'm sitting here hoping Charles Manson rots where he belongs and yeah idk kinda hurt to be called stupid for just thinking learning is neat ;;;;

please step back and ask yourself why youre saying youre “interested in” serial killers, in the same breath as things like aliens & paranormal. serial killers aren’t fictional, and they aren’t creepypasta, and theyre not from horror movies. serial killers & mass murderers are real human beings who seek to end as many other peoples lives as they can, usually in really fucking violent ways, and many with the intent to traumatize a nation. you sound young & its normal to make mistakes at a young age, but i really hope you reconsider what youre saying and what that actually means to a lot of people.

ghosts and aliens are cool. its fun to speculate about their existence. serial killers & mass murderers are vile, cowardly bastards who don’t deserve to be “studied” so obsessively by a fandom that surrounds them and fawns over every moment of their life from start to finish as if they’re characters from a story and not people who took family members from their families.

Puppy (Derek Hale x Reader)

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

My first Derek fic? It’s kinda short but whatever

You tacked Derek to the ground as he rounded the corner, pinning him with your hands and knees. Sliding your palms under his shirt, you purred as he focused those sharp eyes on you. You buried your face into his neck and sighed, breathing in his scent. “Please.”

His voice held warning as he spoke. “(Y/N), we already talked about this. I have to go help Scott.”

You ground your hips against his. “So? You could help me instead. Fuck Scott. Tell him you have an emergency.”

He pressed a searing hot kiss to your lips but even that was over too quickly. While you were distracted he maneuvered himself off the floor and dropped you onto one of the sofas in the living room. “I’ll be fast. Be a good puppy and wait.”

You watched him go with a frown on your face, but as soon as the sound of his steps faded off into the distance you dashed out of the loft and traced his scent to the McCall house, making sure to keep a safe distance between the two of you.You climbed through Scott’s window to find a nervous Stiles seated on the foot of the bed, computer on his lap.

You came up behind him quietly, taking the opportunity to surprise him by pressing the length of yourself against his back, hands sliding up his chest. He jumped at the sudden contact and nearly threw the laptop across the room. You giggled as he turned to face you with an utterly shocked expression. “(Y/N)? What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” You traced your fingernails over his back lightly and he shivered.

“Derek will be pissed if—“

You leaned in closer to his neck, voice dropping to a murderous tone. “If what, Stiles? Don’t mention that sourwolf right now.”

He stiffened. “(Y/N)—”

At that moment the door to Scott’s bedroom slammed open, Derek standing in the doorway. You shot him a look over Stiles’s shoulder and he released a growl so tiny only you could hear it. A smirk played across your lips.

“Stiles, get out.” The gravity in his voice made you shiver, but you held your ground.

You wrapped an arm around the front of Stiles’s chest as the teen jumped to stand. “We’re having fun, Derek. Stop being such a buzz kill.” The man sent a dark, warning look in Stiles’s direction and he slipped out of your grasp, darting towards the door. “Sorry (Y/N), I just… Bye!”

Derek’s gaze seems to bore holes through your torso but you ignored its instead choosing to flop back onto Scott’s bed and sigh. “Too bad. He was cute all flustered like that.”

You ignored Derek’s gaze as he slowly walked over to the bed, a petulant pout placed dramatically across your lips. His hand slid up your leg as he continued his advance. “You’re so damn stubborn. If you keep acting like this you’re going to make me angry.”

You made an indignant sound and rolled over. “Maybe you should get angry. You’re always being such a good guy and helping Scott now, I’m bored.”

The barest hint of a smile was creeping up over Derek’s lips. “You’re such a jealous little puppy. I guess I’ll have to deal with you before you cause too much trouble.” you felt the bed dip as he settled his arm over you, looking more animalistic than normal.

You draped your arms over his neck and pulled him closer, surrounding yourself with his scent. “I’m tired of being patient.” You could practically feel him grin.

“You’re never patient.”

The door to Scott’s bedroom flew open. And lo and behold, the True Alpha himself stood in the doorway, glaring at you. “Really guys? In my bed?.”

pardon-madam  asked:

Hajimama sorry to bother you, but I am really really struggling and stressed about something. I have extreme hodophobia (fear of travelling) and my parents just told me we’re going to China for a month and a half for “vacation” THIS weekend. (Bcs I had exams before now and “they knew I would panic and didn’t want it to affect my exam results”) I vomited last night, and I am also extremely terrified of planes. Do you have any advice for me hajimama?

Oh shit! I’m so sorry to hear that! All I could think of right now would be breathing techniques and stuff to get your mind off your fear. But depending where you live that flight might take a while, so that might not be enough. Maybe any of my followers have any tips here?

ten dialogue prompts - 12

beware of the *somewhat poorly written* angst

“For fuck’s sake, stop, stop talking about yourself like that! It makes me sick!”
“Why? You don’t care!”
“The fuck I don’t! I love you. Every single part of you.”

“I know you wanted a hero, but got me instead. But I swear, I will do anything and everything in my power to keep you safe.”

“I love you.”
“Not for long.”

“Breathe for me, my darling. You have to breathe to live.”

“I’m broken at the prime of my life.”

“You broke my heart. You’re lucky I haven’t done anything out of bitterness.”

“At least I don’t live my life like I’m scared of everything! I may be scared, but I’ll never sink to your level of cowardice.”

“This unworthy heart of mine will always be yours, do not forget that.” 

“A warrior without scars is either play-acting or very, very good.”
“Who said I didn’t have scars?”

“I love you.” said drunkenly
“Bullshit! You don’t know what love is! If you did, you wouldn’t only come and see me at three in the morning.”

“I just don’t want to lose you” soon turns into a few long, lost words and a forgotten memory; When the person you thought you couldn’t live without no longer exists, you learn that breathing on your own is so much easier, fresher, more effortless.

slowly forgetting, slowly drifting away // 5:50pm ; 11.20.17

thank you so much to everyone who applied to @aosladies to help us with this special project for the show’s upcoming season 5! (and to everyone who signal boosted, too!) 

all the ppl who applied are fantastic, but due to the nature of this particular member search, I chose to give the spot to someone who lives and breathes Melinda May - please give a warm welcome to our newest member, @valkifeyson!  

keep an eye on the blog in the new season, when we’ll be continuing to provide the fandom with new content about all our favorite ladies every week!


So it was prom night and I was sitting on a couch in a house where I guess me and all my friends lived. A random dude came down (I assume he lived there in the dream and I apparently knew him too) and he sat down next to me and asked where everyone was. I told him our two asexual friends went together with a group of asexuals from our school and all the others went with their dates. He said, “Well, that’s pretty fucked up, we’re the only two single people left of our friends.” I was just looking at my phone and said, “Yup.” And he took a deep breath and said, “Listen, Amanda, I—” and you could tell he was about to drop a speech about how he secretly loved me but I just looked up from my phone, looked at him, and asked, “Do you wanna go have sex?” And he was like, “Yes, very much.” And we both got up and then I woke up but idk I find that fucking hilarious. Not as good as the could be gayer dream but pretty good.

anonymous asked:

Lisa do you know when a fic is SO GOOD you need no close the tab and take a minute to breath???? Abhsjabshsus yeah I’ve just experienced this reading If you Love Me, Come Clean by withthetthieves on ao3 and I NEED YOU TO READ IT!!!! It’s so so good omg abdghahshs im overwhelmed!!! I cried like a loser!!!! Please read it and live read it!!!!!! I BEG you!!!!

YEAH, THAT WAS ME WITH THE BIG TEN. I would die for those fics. Hmmm interesting trope, I’ll give it a go!

If You Love Me, Come CleanAU in which Louis works at a recording studio where Harry’s ‘up and coming’ and ‘exciting’, soon-to-be famous indie band has just signed a deal to record their debut album at, and Louis’ never even heard of them for Christ’s sakes, but that doesn’t stop him from repeatedly catching the eye of the raven-haired, eyeliner-wearing and slightly dangerous-looking frontman (but he’s not interested, he isn’t.)

anonymous asked:

yes, but you think that korea will no longer be homophobic I mean if jungkook and tae are together I think I will breathe more

maybe in future korea will be more friendly by which time taekook will be living in america, married with 2 adopted kids…my dreams are valid

anonymous asked:

parasimmons + things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

“So what’s the plan for the king squid?” Hunter asks. His voice, always irksome, is especially so when muffled by the gel matrix surrounding Alveus.

Despite what SHIELD might believe, he is not at rest within it. He may not breathe, but then he has never had much need for such mortal concerns. He lives, as he always has. He is aware of all around him.

It has been a wild miscalculation on their part to bring him here, to the heart of their operation. From here he will bring them to their knees. From here he will take the world.

“Coulson’s talking about a volcano,” Fitz says.

“We’re not sure yet,” Dr. Simmons says, half over him. After hours spent listening to his enemies’ proud crowing while they journeyed here, her presence is like his first look at Earth’s sun after centuries of twilight.

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Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

  • Bruce: You interrogated him?
  • Damian: I did. He seemed rather a "chill dude," as Grayson would say.
  • Tim: *calling from across the cave* Hey, so reports on the perp are back. Turns out he's a sociopath.
  • Damian:
  • Bruce:
  • Damian:
  • Bruce:
  • Damian: In my defense, both grandfather and mother are sociopaths.
  • Bruce:
  • Damian: Comfort of family dynamics and all that.

I’ve heard a few people say the Tay character that crashes the Maserati and is at the end “getting receipts” is throwing shade at a certain someone (we all know who and that’s not the point)… I think it’s actually playing on the rumour that Taylor  does everything for attention. Like, the paparazzi are there at the crash because she called them, everything she does is for attention. None of the Taylor Swift characters in the video are meant to represent other people; they all represent the false or incomplete images people have of Swift herself. 

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]

Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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