i live and breathe for you

I am told I am beautiful. That I have a nice figure, lovely eyes, a pretty smile.. But I want to be known as more than a sum of my outward appearance. I want people to look at me and see the poetry that built me, and the sorrow that torn me down. I want to show people that I am strong, and I have the mind to match it. That I may be beautiful, yes, but that I have words and worlds living in my heart because they are what kept me alive so long. I want them to know that it’s okay to be afraid, and that being scared is not a horrid thing. I want to be living, breathing truth that it’s possible to live even when you don’t think you can. I want to save lives with my own. I want to be a hero to someone else that I had in fictional characters; I want everyone to know that they are human, and that that is okay. It’s okay to feel. I want people to know that just because I have a pretty face, that is not what I am. I am so much more than that. An that’s perfectly fine.
—  Adrian D. Epps
Ok guys*takes a deep breath* heres the thing

I am probably the most heartbroken person in the world right now
We have all the right to be mad.
But mad at who?
Yixing… Who is overworked to death at this point? And whose chinese activities are whats keeping most chinese exoLs stick around despite exo not being there for years?
Rest of exo…? That are again constantly living in airports and touring constantly to earn money to sustain like 50% of SM at this point and spomsoring everyones comebacks?
SM entertainment? Who knows.. Its a company that works on profit and has way many artists to manage apart from exo.. They have their constraints as well…?
Yixing studio? Who knows… They know how important it is for yixing to be doing everything he is rn to maintain his still developing star status in the hugely competetive chinese industry.
Do we blame THAAD? China? S. Korea? Missiles? Wars?
We don’t need anyone to be mad at.
So like.. Be angry… Possibly cry (like me) in the shower if you like. Be disappointed. But then.. Remember how much effort everyone has been putting for this comeback. Right now exo is probably shooting in the studio working hard for the MV. They (all 9 of them) are probably disappointed too. And oh my god the amount of effort my dear fandom has been putting over these genius comeback concepts and the melon streaming passes and international group orders! Come on guys… We cant let our pretty little projects and all those hair dyes go to waste!! Sorry for being cheesy.. But the comeback being “GRAND” or not depends on us.
Yixing will come back next time soon. I know. For now.. Lets celebrate what we have. Lets not make them feel guilty for given the circumstances i am sure this is the best they can offer us. Please be angry… Scream all you want.. But if we are not going to be with exo at this time..who will? Who other than exo Ls will support exo? Cheer up girls (and guys). Its not the end of the world. We have survived a lot more than this.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for yandere Tarn and overlord

the thirst is real. 

don’t say i didn’t warn y’all <3

(This gets reaaaally dark in some places so uh

be warned pls)


- Tarn is a bad fucking guy, joker-level supervillain down to a T. But when he’s found someone he lives and breathes? Dreams and thinks of every waking moment, to a point even he’s aware of his own obsession? The object of his affection would be lucky to escape with a few broken limbs and severe PTSD. 

- As Tarn’s beloved, you’re never allowed near others; for fear of them “converting” you and taking you away from him. Of course, he’d never let that happen, but he’d prefer the thoughts to stay out of your pretty little head. Don’t worry, my darling; you’re safe right where you are. I won’t let some corrupt fool convert you into a lesser being. 

- You’re forced into affection, and many other… interesting situations. You’re at constant risk; so whatever he asks of you, you do without question. He wants a kiss? You provide. How about you sing for him? You do so, even if you don’t like your singing voice. Tell him you love him? 

… well, that’s a bit harder for you to muster. But you never fail to provide.

- Tarn is under the impression you love him just as much as he loves you. That you think about him every waking moment, and want nothing more than to be by his side. This is especially true if you’re obedient; he believes your love is so strong, that you’d do anything for him blindly. 

- Your only escape, is either suicide, or somehow hoping a space deity of some sort has a requirement only you can fill, and rescue you from your personal hell. After all, being encased in a cage your captor believes is more than comfortable for his “prized one” for 99% of every day since you were captured is not a great way to live.

- If you do happen to die, however… there’s a high probability Tarn will not stop until he’s brought you back; in one way or another.


- It’s more an attraction to power, at first. You’re weaker and smaller than he is; he could easily overpower you. He doubts it would take more than pressing a digit to your pretty frame to crush your chest, and take anything important with it.

- And when he nabs you from the Autobots, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Crushing you and watching your lights go out for himself; just for the sick satisfaction he killed one of his enemies’ most beloved members. But as he stared you down beneath him, shimmering gems of optics wide in fear, he couldn’t bring himself to so much as leave a scrape.

- He had an internal battle about you for cycles. You’ll become a distraction, and he knows that your loved ones are likely to attempt a rescue; but the cute teary-eyed expression you send him every time he so much as comes near you is almost tempting. He could just pick you up and squish your pretty face, cover you in kisses and affection. You’re irresistible. And in that moment, instead of killing you, he decides to keep you for the mercy of having you as his own mate.

- You’re well-protected, yes. There’s not a single decepticon, autobot or other that would dare try to harm you. But in turn, you’re at constant risk by your “protector”. He’s made it clear multiple times that any escape attempts would be met with swift and painful punishment; whether that be a broken limb, hours of torture, or simply being forced to lay beside him as he admires your features.

- So, you try your best to be obedient. You do whatever he says in hopes he won’t hurt you, but no matter what you do, you always end up harmed in some way or another. Your only escape chances?

- Either somehow, your family rescues you, or you die by the hands of the very person who’s proclaimed himself as your lover.

Corner of a Birdcage - oxeh - 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 14/?
Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Romance, Action/Adventure, Humor, Superhero!Mika, Anal Sex, Smut, Slow Burn, Illustrations

“So, to sum it up, you’re like Superman without the spandex… And without the laser eyes, X-Ray vision, and ice breath. Also, you kill vampires and Horsemen instead of dealing with—“

“Basically, I’m not like Superman at all.”


Yuu is a university student that tends to live for the moment. Mika is a cynical superhero that’s more super than a hero. Fate is a bit aggressive with intertwining their lives.

An update after another 50 years, featuring some of @hi-hazuki’s art! 

Wonder what’s so funny, Shinoa

The Heart

Heart, the most living organ of the human body.

Each beat, every vibration, shows that we are alive, breathing and thinking.

Almost every living being on this planet has a heart, each in its beating rhythm.

But the heart is not just an organ, it represents feelings like, love, joy, anger, sadness, anxiety, nervousness, passion, pleasure, calm and others.

So if anyone asks me “why do you love your hearts so much?”

I respond: “The heart is magical.”

Originally posted by badass-but-sensitive

Abort!(Living Quirks)

Momo:(Waiting in line to shower) I always feel uncomfortable doing this.

Jirou: Why? You do shower right?

Momo: Of course I do! It’s Mineta. I uneasy living under the same roof as him.

Jirou: Yeah. (Under her breath) Why not me?

Momo: What?

Jirou: I uh said it’s a good thing you made those sensors.

Momo: Yes! About the only way would be-wait!(Looks up)

Mineta: (Sticking to the ceiling) Abort mission! Abort mission! Grape in route to Spark Plug!

Jirou: That’s it! Shouji is going to be in charge of guarding the door.

Tagged by @sunlitthrone! <3

Rules: you can tell a lot about a person through their music taste, so put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that pop up, then tag 10 other people to do this challenge. No skipping songs!

1. Sometimes - Garbage
2. Fume Knight - Dark Souls II OST
3. Firelink Shrine - Dark Souls OST
4. Aldia, Scholar of the First Sin - Dark Souls II OST
5. Mononokay - Sorority Noise
6. Introduction - Mirror’s Edge OST
7. Caitlyn - Mirror’s Edge Catalyst OST
8. We Never Tell - Garbage
9. Hammering In My Head - Garbage
10. Silent Melody - Working for a Nuclear Free City

Tagging @tyrelloit, @sheqard, @dvaonlines, @marqotrobbie, @karolina-dean, @chuckhansen, @lolzforshits, @whoa-nelly, @itsthelastofus, @uponmytoes

  • What he says: Your Tumblr experience isn't going to be made of people that 100% think the same way and sometimes you just gotta be able to breathe the same air as people who don't have the same opinions on you.
  • What he means: Not everyone's going to have your same ships, or ideas about what makes YOI great, or share your concerns about Casca as compared to Guts. This post does not actually mean that you might, shock of shocks, encounter a moderate or conservative opinion on Tumblr.Hell about LGBT+, race, sex, gender, feminism, slang, or other popular topics online. Everybody knows that everyone on Tumblr thinks the "right" way about things, so if you see someone who doesn't think the "right" way about things, continue with the two options Tumblr typically goes with: 1), demonizing them for being a racist sexist homophobic piece of shit or 2), patronizingly explain to all of your friends who ARE demonizing them that this poor soul is just uneducated and needs to be patiently taught the truth, when odds are the person you're talking about has built their opinion around just as much life experience as you have and believe it or not, came to a different conclusion about the issue. People are, wait for it, individual.

4 o’clock

I collect myself that’s shattered beneath the moonlight
I call you moonchild
We are the children of the moon, I breathe the cold night air
Yes we’re living and dying at the same time
But you can open your eyes for now
Just like that any movie, like the line (from the movie)
The entire world is blue inside the moonlight


I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.


It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.


There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.


I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.


Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.



The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.


It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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BTS as Roommates


  • ”hey, Third Guy From The Left, pass the remote”
  • cleans up after you, cooks for you, nags a lot; he’s basically your second mom
  • your friends coming over to hit on him
  • which he’s totally down with; “I’m worldwide handsome, what do you expect?”
  • your parents wishing you two would get together
  • you two cuddle sometimes and it’s fine, it’s nothing romantic. just two friends chilling in each others arms,, move along ppl, nothing to see here
  • you’re his taste tester
  • so he often makes you stand by while he cooks, so he can spoon boiling hot sauce from the pot into your mouth to ask if he needs more salt
  • buys you BTS merch
  • “I better be your ultimate bias” “look at me, I’m everyone’s bias and bias wrecker” “the real visual of BTS taehyung better back off”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


  • you joke that he’s basically a ghost
  • he’s usually not there, since he’s at the studio or doing promotions, concerts, etc. and when he is there, he’s sleeping
  • whenever he’s there and actually awake you’re like “who are you? I didn’t know you lived here” “shut up and tell me what there is to eat in this house. are there any lamb skewers?”
  • like I said, he’s mostly not there but when he is, he wants to spend some time hanging with you. the boys are fine but he’s so Tired of their antics that time with you is like a breath of fresh air
  • you don’t do much, just watch tv and order take out but it suites you both just fine. he usually shit talks other celebs during that time, so you know all the inside gossip
  • “wait, he’s cheating on her with the model??” you gasp
  • “yeah, I caught them fucking backstage”
  • “well, damn :( he was my bias”

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


  • so f*cking loud omg u wonder why you still live with him
  • he’s energetic and loud (I can’t stress the loud part) for the most part, even waking you up with pans banging or singing in your ear
  • insists on “roommate bonding time” which is just an excuse to go out, get drunk & bring back f*ck buddies
  • has the LOUDEST sex
  • and walls are thin
  • but he apologizes w pizza so,, there’s perks to that
  • walks around half naked
  • flirts w your hot friends/family members but always asks you if it’s okay to make a serious move on any of them. he doesn’t want to cross any lines that would leave tension between you two
  • keeps trynna hook you up with one of the boys “except Joonie he’s gross” “he’s exactly like you” “exactly”
  • always texts & snaps you, sometimes about roommate stuff (”did I leave the stove on?” “which brand of popcorn should I pick up?” “did I leave my keys in the apartment?”) and sometimes just to chat
  • he likes to send you updates about BTS
  • he facetimed you at the BBMAS and does so just in general, so you get to see what idol life is really like … lots of sitting backstage, tired but running on adreneline, being hungry, etc

Originally posted by btsarekings

Rap Monster:

  • your place is the hangout spot. the guys always come over whether it’s to chill or hold house parties where you’re like “let’s not get twisted and ruin the furniture” but uh,, let’s just say you two aren’t getting your deposits back
  • refuses to let the guys even hit on you; “you’re too good for them. I’d rather hook you up with someone better. do you like Jackson? wait, nvm he’s worse than us”
  • totally cool w you bringing back one night stands
  • hell, he slips you protection too if you need it
  • is also very aware of you when you’re both out, that no one tries to slip you something or take advantage of you
  • takes you home if you’re too drunk
  • nurses you as you throw up but gives you hell for it the next day
  • he’s basically more like your chill cousin than a roommate

Originally posted by snowmons


  • proTECT PROTECT Protect at ALL Costs
  • he denies this but he loves having you dote on him
  • it’s a nice feeling, to come back after a long day to your food, a warm home and just chill on the couch with you
  • he feels comfortable around you, talking about his worries or about his day
  • turns into Big Brother mode if you’re going to a party or if you start dating. no guy/gal even sets foot into that apartment unless they’re 100% Jimin approved
  • you’re both protective of each other, like siblings, so living together is a joy

Originally posted by bwipsul


  • super touchy,, everyone thinks you’re dating but nah man it’s just friends kissing friends, how’s that not normal?
  • will crawl into your bed quite often
  • brings home food
  • insists on late night “adventures” to the convenience store, where you just buy junk food and movies on sale
  • jungkook practically lives there
  • you keep “joking” that he needs to pay rent but it’s not a joke anymore like seriously u use up all our hot water give us money
  • he loves having ppl over, not just jungkook lol, but your friends and his other friends,, your place is usually busy and always a warm environment
  • buys you matching “friendship” outfits and bracelets that legit are just friendship stuff, no dating
  • he tells you about his crushes (even before jungkook but don’t tell him)
  • and you two stay up some nights, stalking yours and his crushes, on their social media accounts, having panic attacks when you accidentally like shit from 38 weeks ago

Originally posted by bwipsul


  • watching anime 25/8
  • offering him protection when jimin stays over; “but we’re just friends” “yeah right sure. just hmu if you need them”
  • it took him a whole year to warm up to you though
  • he was so awkward and shy, often keeping his distance
  • he walked in on you pooping once and it took two months for him to walk back into the apartment (he’d been sleeping on jin’s couch lol)
  • now he farts around you
  • you two rank the fart based on sound, funniness and smell
  • *choking* *tearing up* “good one (y/n) that’s a solid 11/10″
  • will blush himself to death if you bring home someone
  • doesn’t really bring anyone over himself. he’s too uncomfortable w the fact that you’re there to try anything.
  • doing childish shit like pranks and eating each others sweets
  • “kook did u eat my green sweets?”
  • jk, with green tongue: “no, how could u accuse me??”

Originally posted by nnochu

Whenever I see your picture or hear people talk about you, my breath always catches in my throat and I’m struck by this painful twinge that twists my sides and brings the stinging of tears to back of my eyes.
It’s the thought of you being happy and living your life… imagining you laughing and joking with other people that hurts… Don’t get me wrong – I still care for you and the thought of you being happy makes me happy… but at the same time it makes me sad. Because… life goes on, or at least it did for you and being confronted with your happiness makes me feel like I made no difference to your life… as if there was never any point in me being in it at all. You were happy before you met me and you’re still the same happy person now even though I’m gone.
I know it’s foolish to wish I had meant more to you… that my absence would change your world or have some sort of lasting impact so I shouldn’t be surprised to learn that the day we said goodbye wasn’t devastating enough to make the world stop turning for you…
Not like it did for me.

“God is a DJ.
Life is a dancefloor.
Love is the rhythm.
You are the music.”

Bonus: Close-ups of Chully’s beauty.