i made this before but now its better

anonymous asked:

Can you draw yoonmin? Your art is awesome.✨🙏🏻

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Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account. 
Obi-Wan: I see. So I would get a cut of this money, then, for helping you? Is that right?
Unknown: Yes of course! I am a trustworthy person and you can put your faith in me, my friend. 
Obi-Wan: Let me guess: I need to wire you credits first, right? In order for me to collect on this vast fortune you are offering?
Unknown: We must truly be meant to work together on this venture, for that is precisely what I was just about to inform you of! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Obi-Wan: Oh my God. Hondo, is that you? 
Unknown: You are familiar with this associate of mine? How is that?
Obi-Wan: Hondo, it’s me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. 
[pause] 
Hondo: General KENOBI!!!! !!!!!! How about that! How are you, my good friend? It has been so long! I presumed you were dead what with the Empire and the killing and all. 
Obi-Wan: Yes, well, I am alive. And I’m not about to wire you money for whatever scheme this is. 
Hondo: I’m wounded that you think I was attempting to run some sort of scam on my old friend General Kenobi! 
Obi-Wan: Well the fact that you identified yourself as some sort of crown prince at the beginning sort of gave it away. 
Obi-Wan: Someone would have to be spectacularly gullible to fall for something like this, Hondo. 
Hondo: All right, all right! Perhaps you have a point. 
Obi-Wan: Actually come to think of it, why don’t you try this number instead? You might have more luck. [sends him Vader’s cell number] 

[later]

Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account.
Vader: whoa sure im totally in !!!! 
Unknown: Wonderful! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA, before we can proceed. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Vader: ok cool 
Vader: lol its weird i actually used to know a guy named h. ohnaka but he was a pirate so obvs not ur friend 
Unknown: Ah, yes, a coincidence indeed! 
Vader: im on my way to the bank right now 

@lurkingcrow

Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Originally posted by minjiminieee

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.


Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

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Meaningful Lyrics From Blurryface
  • Heavydirtysoul: Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit
  • Stressed Out: I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink but now I'm insecure and I care what people think
  • Ride: "I'd live for you" and that's hard to do, even harder to say when you know it's not true
  • Fairly Local: The world around us is burning but we're so cold
  • Tear In My Heart: She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther than I've ever been.
  • Lane Boy: If it wasn't for this music I don't know how I would've fought this
  • The Judge: I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel; I don't know if this one is about me or the devil
  • Doubt: Scared of my own image, scared of my own immaturity, scared of my own ceiling, scared I'll die of uncertainty
  • Polarize: Polarize is taking your disguises/it's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight
  • WDBWOTV: I don't care what's in your hair, I just wanna know what's on your mind; I used to say I wanna die before I'm old but because of you I might think twice
  • Message Man: But you and I know it gets better when morning finally rears its head; together we're losers, remember the future, remember the morning is when night is dead
  • Hometown: We don't know how to put back the power in our soul/where to find what once was in our bones
  • Not Today: Heard you say "not today", tore the curtains down, windows open now, make a sound
  • Goner: The ghost of you is close to me, I'm inside-out, you're underneath
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stifled emotions on Graham Norton, December 2014

Harry waving rainbow flags, July —October 2015 (showing five shows out of ten: Vancouver  /  Buffalo  /  Montreal  /  Boston  /   Belfast)

So I did a thing...

And now I’m broke…

A bit of background. I have been a Kpop fan/Shawol since around Summer of 2014. And, of course, initially, I was not gonna buy merch. “You don’t need to start all that mess, miss extreme emotional dependence on objects. CHILL.” 

………Clearly this resolution was not successful. 

Last month, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, which explains the pain and declining health I was experiencing over the course of my time with SHINee. So, if you can, just picture me, rewarding/bribing myself for functioning… with SHINee items. This is how a cabinet like this comes to be.

So I thought I would share a few of the process pictures because I’m a ghost and I never talk to you guys even though, I love all of you with all of my whole heart. Attn: Everyone I follow and have never talked to. 

Ok, so… a story of me and shawol mom. I was gonna buy a janky $130 cabinet that was broken and probably not structurally sound at all, but my mom was like, “you can’t put SHINee in a janky cabinet, SHINee deserves better than this.” So she made me go to 6 stores to look before I made a decision, which of course, this beautiful cabinet, which was exactly what I had envisioned, was at the first one, and that is how I ended up with an $800 cabinet. My mom matched my half, because its pretty much her fault I spent all my money. 

(My room is in transition so please ignore my weird bed stuff.) 

I laid out all my smalls in preparation for cabinet loading. Although, I was not going to collect merch, you can now count among the things I collect: albums, posters, lightsticks, photocards, magazines, seasons greetings, photobooks, plush dolls, photos, sticker sets, postcards, polaroids, buttons, banners, balloons, and miscellaneous. 

Some were blurry, I left those out…

Fun Fact: My mother, who hacked into my bank account to do my taxes because she was bored, calculated that I spent 40% of my income on SHINee last year. 

That’s about $10,000.

but includes travel expenses for when I lugged my entirely not ok self all over the country and saw SHINee 4 times…

Here is a video: You can hear authentic sounds such as my mom’s murder shows and me humming because leaning over is hard for me, so I make noise. 

Loaded cabinet images:

Technically my neck pillow is not SHINee but it holds Jinkibunny up. Foxkey has a bib. 

Lightstick collection. 

The greatest photo in the history of forever.

I like to call this the flat stuff pile.

Magazines, Photobooks, Seeks, and that one freakishly large album….

Jinki peeking. Those black binders hold my photocard collection, they are both bursting full. I need another one. 

Smalls I couldn’t figure out what to do with…

Special shout out image for my beloved jinki-bunny, Rinn. My first real shawol friend. That bracelet has been in the presence of SHINee 5 times. Also, jink-is, excellent shawol bud. 

albums…

If anybody cares or even got this far, I was really exhausted by this point so I just stuck whatever album I grabbed on there and called it good. I’ll organize at a later date. 

and because I probably won’t post again for another 2 years, let’s end on a selfie or 5. 6?

Surgery selfie!

Puppy selfie!

Lena vs. the gigantic fork for NO REASON DALLAS!!! selfie.

Pretending I ever looked this good in my life selfie.

SHAWOL LOVE Selfie!

Excruciating pain for over a year could not stop me. Surgery 9 days before I took this picture did not stop me. I will go and ooze love out of my pores and beam love and pride and happiness out of my soul so hard that it hits SHINee and they fall down because they are worth everything. This is the only picture I took in Dallas and its the only one I need. 

Let's talk about bughead antis

Ok so I didn’t initially want to get too deep into the hate surrounding bughead as a canon ship, but seeing the number of hate comments on the cast’s tweets (particularly Lili, since she’s the one who has tweeted about the deleted bughead scenes the most) has honestly made it hard to stay out of. I understand not backing a particular ship because you just don’t see the two people connecting, or because you ship one of them with a different person. That’s all fine and good. But to go after and verbally attack the writers and cast of the show because you don’t agree with how the story is being written is unacceptable.
I know a lot of people are mad because bughead as a ship doesn’t fit with the comics, which I can certainly see if you’re comparing the show to a few specific storylines in the comics, but it definitely doesn’t apply to all of them. The Archie comics have been around for a very long time, and in that time there have been a countless number of tellings of the lives of the characters. Granted, most (if not all) of these feature Jughead as either romantically/sexually uninterested in anybody, or as strictly asexual/aromantic, which makes the argument that he shouldn’t be in a relationship a little more valid. However, that’s not to say a more romantically interested Jughead character is completely off the table, as there are endless possibilities for the story of the Archie comics characters.
The idea of endless possibilities brings me to beronica. Obviously there were a huge amount of people who went crazy for the beronica kiss in the first episode. Who wouldn’t? The idea of two strong female characters being in a relationship is more than appealing, and I would honestly like to see their relationship develop more throughout the series (maybe not romantically, but I like the idea of them as a sort of power duo). With that kiss came a lot of expectations as to where their relationship would go, and thus bringing about beronica shippers. But, when bughead was made canon in episode 6, beronica shippers, for lack of a better term, went crazy.
This brings me to my main point. Now, like I said before, it’s perfectly fine to be dissatisfied with a couple in the show because it’s not allowing for your personal ship to happen. But, as I also mentioned, attacking the actors and writers of the show for making it impossible for your ship to exist at the moment is unacceptable. No amount of hate comments or protests is going to get the writers to change anything, so you might as well just let the show run its course, and if your ship ends up working out, that’s great! But don’t spend your time angrily tweeting at the cast and writers just because you’re unhappy with how they chose to write the show.
Lastly, and I’m surprised this isn’t more obvious, it’s a TV show. It is a fictional story comprised of made up characters and a screenwriter-developed plot. Of course it means a lot to all of us who watch it, but there comes a point where you need to separate reality from fiction. The actors on the show are real people. Lili, Cole, Camila, KJ, Madelaine, Casey, Roberto and all of the other wonderful people who make this show what it is are just that: people. So stop treating them like robots who will respond to your every demand, and stop saying so many hurtful things to them. Whether or not you think they do, they see the awful things you say to them on Twitter and everywhere else. And I bet you anything that those things hurt.

TL;DR: y'all gotta just suck it up, stop being assholes and let the show run its course

anonymous asked:

I was trying to understand sasuke character better and since he end up with sakura I was trying to find the link between them and end up discovering that it's naruto that he loves when I was rewatching the fight there is something about when he said "now I can finally be alone" there was so much emotion in his voice and to know that there will only be eternal loneliness for him how can I put him with anyone else? Sasuke was the one who made me ship them romantically before it was just a brotp

That line just solidified it for me, without a doubt. That line renders all arguments in favor of SS null and void. If Sakura was above or even on Naruto’s level of importance, getting rid of her would have been a priority. Tobirama said that the Uchiha clan had an even more powerful love than the Senju. He HAD to get rid of Naruto because his love for him was so strong. He had cut off Sakura, I think he had done that when he first left the village. Like you said, it’s actually the things SASUKE said that show just how legit SNS is. 

It is literally spelled out. Doesn’t get more straightforward than that.

Baking (Pt.2)

Read part 1 here

Harry and Draco were still standing in the kitchen, one of Harry’s hands entwined in Draco’s blond, gorgeous hair. The sheer perfection hair could reach was astounding to the man who’d never even tried to comb the mess on his own head, let alone model it.

“I ruined your batter.”

“And my coiffure, I might add.” The slightly snarky tone was not missed on Harry’s side, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. What the hell am I doing? You can’t barely talk to your nemesis for months and then fall into his arms, crying over childhood trauma. Get it together Potter.

“Sorry, Malfoy, I wasn’t…” Harry tried to pull away. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him not just for back-rubbing this time, but in full on chest squeezing hug mode. No way in hell was he getting out of this.

“Oh, shut up, Potter. I bloody well don’t have anything better to do in this hell hole then study, bake, do my hair and as of now hug you.” This statement in combination with the actions of its speaker took Harry completely by surprise, just as the sudden wave of emotions had only minutes before. He did not believe the Malfoy he knew from Hogwarts would ever hug him, or anyone else for that matter. It made him a bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to handle him now. Heck, I don’t even know how to handle myself, why would I know how to handle Malfoy?

Said Malfoy was not entirely sure how to handle himself either. He lived on his own in a tiny flat with only piles and piles of books he nicked from the manor as company. Both Pansy and Blaise had left for Italy to escape the judgemental stares but getting a visa was impossible for an ex-death eater. Sure, they wrote often enough, but it had been weeks since Draco had any physical contact besides brushing past people on his way to the Scamander Institute. A place he hadn’t been to for almost two months now because the practical part of his potions degree was done. When he came to think of it, with the other inhabitant of the building doing the shopping, he hadn’t even left his flat for over seven weeks now.

Suddenly Harry blurted out. “Frederick the second.”

“What?” It was the most random thing Draco had ever heard, and he was slightly offended Potter seemed to think it was okay to disturb this moment of peace and tranquillity with random terms.

“Frederick the second discovered baby’s die if they don’t get physical attention.”

Draco was now definitely offended. “Are you calling me a baby? Because if you are,” and now it was Draco who tried to free himself from the other man, “I don’t appreciate…”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Harry was now flustered more of embarrassment that tears. “I was trying to explain to myself why you would hug me.” His voice was reduced to a whisper again. “I think he might need it”

Harry had said that last bit more to himself than to the other man, his forehead leaning heavily on Draco’s shoulder. The kitchen floor had no eyes to judge him and he didn’t think he could handle judgement at the moment. “It was the first time I realised my aunt and uncle were not treating me like they should. When my teacher from primary school told me about this experiment where they tried to bring up baby’s without the slightest bit of affection. They all died of neglect.” A deep, sad sigh escaped Harry’s throat. “I would hate to see you die of neglect, Malfoy.”

Draco froze. Was Harry trying to save him? Again? By hugging him?

He didn’t need saving, he… Thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Self centered narcissist. Harry literally just told you he grew up ‘without the slightest bit of affection’.

“That’s pretty fucked up Harry.” His first name slipped out before Draco noticed, and now there was no way back. Harry flinched. He went a bit limp, it seemed. The man had always had a strong reaction to his first name.

“I think you could say that…” Somehow Harry still managed to smile into Draco’s shirt, a place he was still pushed against because Draco was now more holding than hugging him. The bizarreness of the situation only doomed on the man now.

“I guess you really needed to get that of your chest if it’s me you’re telling these things to now.”

The dark haired man nuzzled his neck, his weight slowly shifting from Draco to his own feet. “I can never tell Ron and Hermione. They’re so happy together, I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits. I don’t want them to treat me like a beaten up puppy again. I hate that.”

Draco snorted. What a different world this golden boy lived in, afraid he would worry his friends, afraid they would care too much. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t planning on treating you like a puppy any time soon. Beaten up or not. I’m not a great fan of dogs.”

“Are you saying that you are a great fan of me?” Potter looked up from Draco’s shirt, eyes red from crying yet somehow already showing a spark of joy. A small, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Oh, shut up Potter.” To his embarrassment Draco felt heat rise up to his cheeks. This is not how he’d expected his afternoon to go. A true smile now showed on Harry’s face, and he hugged Draco back again. Much less an act of despair, now more an act of… An act of…

“You’re a surprisingly good hugger Malfoy.”

Draco had very much enjoyed the happiness on Harry’s face before. He had no objections to seeing it again.

“You’ll find I’m a quite adequate kisser too.”


Aaargh! So, this took me way too long but I hope it was worth the wait. Btw coiffure is a fancy word for hairdo, but Draco is fancy and french-ish so this seemed more fitting. Thank you for all your kind words!

(Also the experiment mentioned was an actual thing the emperor of the holy roman empire did it in the middle ages, this guy)

Now, here are the lovely people that asked me to tag them: @allmisfittoyswelcomehere @hailiepass2003 @drarryking @ams-2004 @sugar-dollie @fcrisan @thedoctor-at-platform221b @rowyn64

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anonymous asked:

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” for Moriel (I don't know if I'm ready for this)

(…….I apologise in advance for what’s to follow…Sad. Very sad. Seriously. Avert ur eyes now if this is maybe not ur cup of tea. EXTREME SADNESS (ie death) WARNING.) 


The cool, crisp fresh air of the Illyrian mountains is a welcome balm upon her feverish, sweaty skin. Mor pauses, drawing out this moment just a little longer, when she winnows onto the base of the high, sharply sloping hill. He waits for her at the top but she indulges, savouring the sweet, rich taste of the air. She’s been trapped inside too long, a cage of her own making, for her own penance but…For him she had let herself loose this day, this one day. 

Her calves burn as she sets to climbing, higher, higher, higher, panting for breath halfway up. She should just turn around, go back, try again another day, she isn’t ready for this, she isn’t strong enough, she’s never been strong enough for this but- But she has to do it today. She has to. 

The soft fingers of wind that had murmured at her in Velaris are replaced by a different monster out here. This gale tugs sharply at her hair, tossing it, unbound as it is, into great clouds of gold, curling around her head, a halo gilded by the sun overhead, one she doesn’t deserve. It tears at her dress, loose and uncharacteristically plain, pure white and simply cut. Her feet are bare, the harsh grass of these lands grazes against her skin but she barely notices. 

Her heart is in her throat as she reaches the crest of the hill, her chest is tight, her body shaking. She clenches her firsts. She can do this. She can do this. She’s survived everything else this world has thrown at her in the past. She can survive this too….If she does…She’ll know she can survive anything. 

With small, slow, tremulous steps, she approaches him, sitting down beside him she bows her head, tugging at her pendent, squeezing the smooth stone tight in her palm, rubbing her thumb absently over it again and again, letting that help steady her pounding heart. 

Staring straight ahead of her, the wind falling silent, as though the world holds its breath and waits for her to speak, to say the words she’s kept inside her heart for five hundred years at long last. “I’m sorry,” she begins tremulously, “I should have come to see you sooner than this I…I know that.” She swallows tightly, still staring at the landscape around her. Beautiful. Wild and untamed and utterly raw. She understands why he’d wanted it to be here. It’s perfect. 

“I hope you can forgive me,” she breathes, fingers absently tugging up long strands of grass, weaving them together, needing to keep her hands busy as she says this, give herself something else to look at. “I know you understand why- It was…It hard. It hurt. I hurt and I needed some time I…I hope you can forgive me,” she says again. She knows in her heart that he will but…The words are spilling from her and she’s barely in control of the torrent that escapes her. They’ve been kept inside for too long. They know themselves what she needs to tell him, better than she knows herself. 

“But I’m here now,” she says, voice a little stronger with that admission. She’s doing it. She’s surviving it. This isn’t breaking her, it can’t, it won’t, she won’t allow it to. “There’s something I have to tell you, Azriel…Something I should have told you..So long ago but…We weren’t ready. I’m still not ready but…I have to say it. I have to.” 

He won’t interrupt her now, not now that she’s finally begun. She has all the time in the world to say this to him. The only small blessing from everything that’s come crashing down around them all recently. 

Swallowing, Mor forces herself to suck in a deep breath, her lungs protest, seeming to be made of stone, burning as she tries to keep herself going, as though even her body wants to give up. No. No she can do this. For him. She can do this. 

“I’m not angry at you,” she begins slowly, “Because I know how you like to take the blame for everything, Az, but that’s not happening here. I was. I was furious with you for doing this to me but now…I’m not angry at you….Just at myself…” It shouldn’t be this hard, not after all this time, not after everything that’s happened. It shouldn’t be this hard. “Because-” She falters. Gulps down another desperate breath. Tries again. “Because I knew this would happen,” maybe not this precisely but…She had known. She had known that this path led only to destruction for her, that she would end up with her heart shattered and her soul in ashes and she had…She had. 

“But I let myself fall in love with you anyway,” she finishes, closing her eyes and letting the weight of those words, finally loosed into the world, crash over her at last. 

“It was worth it,” she says, nodding firmly. “I’m angry right now because it hurts, because I hate that I didn’t try harder to let go of you, because that would have made this so much easier but…Deep down…I know it was worth it. I know that I wouldn’t change anything. I did the right thing.” Even though she’s not sure she’ll ever be the same again, even though she feels as though a part of her has died, she still knows that she’s made the right choice all these years, that now was the moment to tell him, and not before. He hadn’t been ready. She hadn’t been ready. And Cauldron…if she’d tried to push him…What might have happened? What might she have become? This is better. No matter how much she aches…This is better. 

The wind howls mournfully around them, sweeping over the rolling hills that surround them and she closes her eyes, letting it carry her away, for just a moment, just a moment on its back. 

“I love, Az,” she whispers, as the sky darkens above them and that familiar hush falls over the world. “I’ve loved you every day for more than five hundred years. And now it’s over. Now it’s done. And I-” she breaks off, blinking away tears. “I’ll get through this. I know you’d want me to. And you damn well better appreciate it because I have no idea how I’m going to do that but…but I will.” 

She opens her eyes again, turns at last to face him, “I will,” she breathes, stretching out a hand, “Because I love you. Because I will always love you.” Her hand presses flat against the rough stone, the carvings etched into it fresh and raw, not yet smoothed and weathered by time. She lets her fingertip trace every letter, his name, and the runes that follow.

 Azriel. Brother. Friend. Partner. ‘The noblest act in this world is also the saddest; that of burning yourself to the ground to ensure those you protect will never feel the cold.’ 

She had chosen the words to go on the headstone, words from one of his favourite poems. Rhys and Cassian had both agreed with her decision at once. She had carved them here herself using her magic. A trained stonemason could have done it better but…It had been right that she had done it. He had deserved that. One last gift from her to him, the least she could do after what he gave for them all. 

It’s been weeks since his death. She should have been here with him every damn day, should never have left his side. But the last time she managed to rise from bed was the day of his funeral. Since then she’s remained there, shut away, refusing to talk to anyone, barely eating, sleeping too much because she dreams of him and doesn’t want to wake for too long to endure the pain of living in this world without him. 

But tonight…Tonight is their night. Starfall. She’s spent every single one with him since they met. An accident for perhaps the first fifty years, then a tradition the two of them had strictly enforced. Missions and wars and kings and high lords alike had waited upon them for this one day, this one day. She couldn’t let him down. She had forced herself out of bed, not answering Cassian and Rhys’ surprised exclamations at breakfast, and had made her way out here to be with him. 

The sky darkens overhead and the first spirits begin to crest above her. She wonders if he might be among them. She hopes he is. She hopes that he’s still able to fly, at least this once, wherever he is now. 

“You’d best be waiting for me,” she finds herself whispering, her hand still pressed against the stone, resting over his name. “When I see you on the other side you better be there, Azriel, you better be ready and you better kiss me so damn hard I feel like I’m dying all over again, do you hear me?” Her voice catches, tears clogging her throat, choking off the rest of her words and she forces them all down, sitting there, tears streaming from her eyes, one hand still clutching onto him the entire time. 

She lets the rest of the night pass in total silence, watching the spirits drift down lazily from the heavens. She sees one star, burning a brighter blue than the others, lingering longer, seeming to drag itself back across the sky, forcing itself to remain longer for her so that she finds him, knows that he’s keeping up this tradition too, that he’s here with her tonight just as he’s here with her.

She remains on that hill all night, longer after the world has faded back into darkness, huddled against his grave. She doesn’t cry. All her tears are spent. She just sits beside him, holding onto him, letting the silence stretch. 

By the time Cassian comes for her in the morning she can no longer feel the cold. The boom of wings overhead has her thinking, for just a moment, that it might be him. But the tread of footsteps is off, Cassian always so much heavier and more decisive than Az, who might have hovered everywhere for all the noise he made. 

When he reaches her he brushes the tips of his fingers over the gravestone, his tribute to his fallen brother. Without a word he gently scoops her up into his arms. She doesn’t resist him, just lies limply against him as he flares his wings and takes off. As he flies them home she asks him quietly, through tears she hadn’t realised had begun to fall again, if he saw him last night as well. Cass nods, thickly murmuring that he did. 

Mor can’t help herself looking up as they fly home. She wonders if he’s still watching over them, then assures himself that he must be. Not even death could stop him from protecting those he loves; his family. She prays, though, that he manages to find some peace, some time for himself. And that she sees him again soon. This world is colder, harsher, without him in it. Strange, how the loss of a shadowsinger could leave her world so devoid of light and full of darkness. But she will see him again. And in the meantime…In the meantime she’ll live, as she would have wanted…She’ll live and find ways to show him she loves him every day so that when they find each other again…They’ll be ready. 

I’m A Mess

Anonymous Asked: you should do an angst filled fic where bucky and the reader break up but realize that they love each other and get back together. it can end in fluff or smut idc either way c;

A/N: Oooo. Okay ;) thanks for the suggestion!!:) xx

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, swearing

Originally posted by little--batman

“I just get to stand by and watch her.” Bucky muttered, sipping on his bottle of beer while he was clad in sweats and a white t-shirt. Steve sat beside him in similar attire, watching his best friend drown his sorrows in alcohol much to his dismay. 

“Sometimes things just don’t work out, Bucky. That’s the part of life that sucks but just know that you’re going to feel better one day. It’ll all make sense in the end.” Steve tried his best to comfort his friend, even going as far as to give a subtle pat to the center of his shoulders. 

Bucky could only glare at Steve, “This isn’t the right time for your shitty wisdom. My heart is broken.” 

Steve put his hands up in surrender as Bucky swigged more of his beer, “Sorry, just trying to help.”

“Nothing can help me. I’m a mess.” Bucky muttered, staring at the ground as images of you flashed through his mind. Your hair was always wild, your smile was always bright, and you were always on his mind. 

Bucky let out a jarring chuckle of disbelief, “I love her, man.” 

“I know you do.” 

“The worst part of all this is that she’s happier without me.” 

“How do you figure?” Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing though both he and Bucky knew the answer to that question. 

Bucky threw his head back and covered his face, groaning as he felt intoxication slip in and his brain begin to fuzz up. He ignored Steve’s question, only standing from the couch and scratching at his stubble. 

You still lived in the tower, you still slept soundly a few rooms down from his. The only difference was that his arms weren’t wrapped around your body, and you didn’t fall asleep to his steady heartbeat anymore. 

It was a mutual decision at first. 

Sometimes things just don’t work out, and both you and Bucky had come to the conclusion that it was best to break it off. Now, Bucky regretted it more than anything as he had finally come to terms with his feelings for you. 

The relationship was a roller coaster. You had your fights, but you had your make-ups as well and they always seemed to overrule the fights with Bucky. 

Bucky grabbed another beer from the fridge and plopped onto the couch, getting ready for yet another sleepless night. 

Little did he know, you were having problems of your own. 

Your blankets felt suffocating and your pillows just weren’t comfortable anymore. It had been three weeks and you still had a feeling in your gut that just wasn’t right. 

A cloud of depression hung over you constantly and you managed to put on a smile in front of others, but on your own it was the worst. Your thoughts almost provoked you, and you couldn’t sleep. You could only lay still in your bed, staring at the dark ceiling. 

You’d question why you had decided to go with the break up. You couldn’t find a particular reason. You wanted to stay with him but sometimes in the heat of the moment you say things that you don’t mean. Unfortunately, he agreed. 

“I just think that we should break up.” You whispered after a long silence, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. The yelling was getting to be too much.

Bucky swallowed, “Okay.” 

You threw your blankets off of your legs and swung yourself up from the bed. “Water.” You thought aloud, your voice hoarse. 

Your feet carried you out of your room and onto the cool tile of the hallway. The kitchen wasn’t far away and you were quick to reach for a glass and pour some water out of the tap. 

Your mind raced with various thoughts and you couldn’t focus on one, but you tried your hardest to, only to be met with defeat. 

Clanking noises aspired from the living room, your attention being drawn in that direction immediately. Curious, you allowed yourself to walk out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway of the living room. 

Three empty bottles sat on the coffee table, a fourth being held in the hand of none other than Bucky Barnes, who was now alone and nursing the bottle between his lips. 

He didn’t seem to notice you, only staring onto the blank T.V. with no expression on his face. His face was flushed from the alcohol and his lips slightly swollen. 

You cleared your throat, allowing your presence to be known. 

“Oh, hi.” Bucky whispered, watching you close as you walked into the room and sat beside him. 

You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, but you pulled the bottle of beer out of Bucky’s hand and took a swig of it yourself. 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Haven’t been able to for about three weeks.” You muttered, giving a tight smile to Bucky. 

Bucky only chuckled, “Same.” 

Silence washed over you again and you only drank more. Before you started hyperventilating, you opened your mouth to speak. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know why you said it, but it was one of those times that you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut. 

Bucky smiled, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”  

“Why do you say that?” 

“Because I’ve been miserable for weeks. I’ve been watching you laugh and smile with Natasha and Wanda and I’ve been missing you like hell.” Bucky explained, laughing even harder and throwing his head back. 

You watched him clutch his stomach as he continued to laugh and you leaned backward slightly, “You’re scaring me.” 

“God damn it, you infuriate me sometimes. But I love you more than anything.” Bucky muttered, calming down and looking at you long enough to gauge your reaction before you grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips onto yours. 

It was a welcoming feeling, his plump lips on yours yet again. His hands stayed on your hips while you straddled his thighs and breathed in his heavily scent once again. 

“I love you.”  You whispered, biting your lip and kissing him again. A grin stretched across his lips as he held you close and rested his forehead on yours, just staring into your eyes. 

“I’m glad you two pulled your heads out of your asses and made up.” Tony spoke from the doorway, rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. 

You jumped away from Bucky and sat beside him. 

Tony walked into the room and picked up the empty beer bottles before turning away. “Don’t fuck on my couch!” He called back, causing your face to go red and to bury it in Bucky’s shoulder. 

At least life was going to be better from now on.

little DM rant

Okay, now I really feel sorry for Depeche Mode. First the whole story with the presale tickets where people had to preorder ridiculous amounts of their new record to get better tickets, which made many people furious, and now their album has been leaked over a week before the official release date. And people are still moaning about Alan Wilder leaving 20 years ago, because Spirit doesn’t sound as good as the old stuff. Although many magazines and websites praised Spirit, which gave DM a good sort of advertisement and will probably boost their sales, this release and the tour aren’t managed too well imo (speaking about the north american tour rn).

I have not listened to the new album and will NOT until its official release date (or until my copy arrives at least), but I can say for sure that I won’t compare Spirit to Violator or SOFAD or any other record they have made before. Seems like people forget that bands can’t stay exactly the same forever. So if you don’t like the new stuff and have been moaning about it for years, excuse me, but why do you still listen to Depeche Mode? Why do you have the need to complain about them so much? I am happy that they are still around and I really hope that this whole pre-sale and leak faux pas won’t be as bad for them as I fear it is.

Sure, listening to the leak is exciting! But please, PLEASE still go and buy their record when it comes out. And don’t be too mad about the pre sale thing. I have no reason why you shouldn’t be, but we know they can do better and they care about their fans. This whole situation isn’t what they would have wanted. So please, if you care about them, support them. Thank you.

velociraptoraddict  asked:

I've been playing with the though of breeding my 10 year old ball python female, but I have a few concerns/questions. Is she too old to breed? What's a good way to find a male to pair her with? She's in a 40g tank now and I want to custom build her something bigger with better enrichment, would it be better to do that before or after? I have no experience with breeding snakes so should I even? If I do, because I'm so new would it be better to let her incubate them or ask around for an incubator

It really depends, is she a normal? Its really not a good idea to breed normals, even for ‘practice’ unless you use something that is made up of two allelic genes as the father (super mojave, disco/fire, lesser/mojave, etc). Normal ball pythons saturate the market, and are incredibly difficult to sell or even give away :( If you do decide to breed, make sure you are ready to care for all the babies, possibly their whole lives if they don’t sell. You have to house, feed, and care for all of the babies. The breeding process is incredibly long, as is the incubation process. Do a ton of research first, and I would get her into the bigger and better enriched enclosure first as well. As for her age, if she is too old to breed all that will happen is she will either not develop follicles, or she will lay all slugs. :)

White String of Fate || Peter Parker x Reader

I swear I get the inspiration to write for Peter at the most random moments. Why do I love this dude so much w h y

warnings: none; although lets be real Peter would do something like this bc he’s such a nerd (/ω\)

**i apologize for any errors, since I wrote this all on my phone. I’ll fix any mistakes later once I post this**

**dont plagiarize/repost this story lmao it’s not all that great anyways

—————

It was late at night, and you had just completed your evening classes when you began your trek back to your dorm. Feeling too tired to eat anything, you figured you could just treat yourself to a hearty breakfast in the morning.

All you wanted to do was sleep now.

While you were walking, you didn’t think your left ring finger would get caught in a spider’s web, momentarily catching you off guard. You groan and try to free your finger, only to fail miserably. You couldn’t deny the resistance you felt when you tried to pull your finger out of the white material, “What on earth, how??”

Looking down at your left hand, you watch as the durable webbing remained stuck against the back of your finger, already knowing who it was that caught you. With a sigh, you follow the long trail of synthetic webbing and look up to see Peter Parker, your boyfriend of 5 years, settled on top of a tree.

He whistles, tugging at the webbing that connected your ring finger to the webshooter on his wrist, “Would you look at that, the white string of fate has brought us together. We’re soulmates, [Name].”

You smile at your boyfriend’s antics, lovingly caressing at the makeshift string before responding, “You goof, it’s called the red string of fate, not white.”

Peter rolls his eyes and shrugs, “Eh, same difference.” Peter drops down in front of you, jostling the web that still remained on your ring finger. “Regardless, the fact that we’re connected by this string of fate means that we belong together.”

“Peter, you’re so silly.” You ruffle his messy locks of hair with a look of complete adoration in your eyes, “I don’t need a silly string of fate to know that I’m yours. I’m yours because I love you.”

Peter sighs, and you notice the blush that paints his cheeks when he tears his thin web off of your finger, “Then I guess I’ll just need to put something else on your finger that shows that you belong to me.”

You open your mouth, about to question him when you saw Peter get down on one knee. All of the words you wanted to say dies against your throat as a gasp escaped from your lips when Peter tells you, “[Full Name], you are the kindest and most beautiful woman I had ever met. My life with you in it has been made so much better, and I feel like I can do anything as long as you are here beside me.”

You watch with happy tears welling within your eyes when Peter pulls out a black velvet box, showing you the simple yet elegant diamond ring settled within it, “I want to love and protect you for the rest of my life, so [Name], will you marry me?”

“Oh, God- Peter! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, you lovable nerd!” Your boyfriend (now fiancé) stands up, taking the ring out of the confines of its box before sliding it on your ring finger.

It was the perfect fit.

“Thank you so much, [Name]. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” Peter places a gentle kiss against the finger that wore his ring, making your heart swell with even more love for the man standing in front of you.

You laugh as the tears streamed from your eyes, hanging on to Peter when he suddenly picked you up to twirl you around. After a few cycles, Peter stops spinning you around and keeps holding you in his arms bridal style. You felt the droplet of your tears land against his sweater before resting your head against his forehead, absolutely adoring the gentle shade of his brown eyes, “And you have made me the happiest girl in the world.”

Peter kisses the tip of your nose before murmuring the words that made you tremble with immense joy. “Let’s get you home, Mrs. Parker.”

[end]

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

Originally posted by itishemmings

Part One: http://dudewuteven.tumblr.com/post/157670769740/12-if-you-leave-youre-gone-for-good

Pairing: Ashton & Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing

Word Count: 2195

A/N: PART 2!!!!! This actually took me a while. I started this yesterday. I didn’t proofread, so good luck. I hope you enjoy.

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

“C’mon, man. It’s been two weeks since you left, and you’re fucking miserable. Just go apologize to her,” Calum prodded his best friend. Ashton shook his head and rested it in his hands. “And why the hell not? I love you, man, but you can’t just sleep on my couch for the rest of your life,” Calum responded, taking a seat next to him.

Ashton ran his hands through his hair while still facing the floor. “I’m sorry, mate. I’ll get a place of my own, I just need time,” Ashton muttered. Calum, however, refused to accept this. His brows furrowed as a frown grew on his face.

“You had a place. Why don’t you go back there?” Calum pushed. Ashton shot up from his spot on the couch, taking Calum by surprise, and threw his hands in the air dramatically.

“I can’t alright? I just can’t. You… You didn’t see the look on her face…” Ashton trailed off as if even thinking about having hurt her, hurt him. The pain in his face was evident as he massaged his temples with his thumb and forefinger. Calum’s expression faded into one of concern. Throughout all of Ashton’s fights with y/n, he had never seen him look so… Destroyed.

“You know-” he began, standing up to place a comforting hand on Ashton’s shoulder “You still haven’t told me what happened between you two. Maybe it would help if you had someone to talk to.” He finished. Ashton looked at him and gave him a quick, half-hearted smile.

“She, uh, she called me out on my shit, and I lashed out at her,” He replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay… How is that any different from any of your usual fights?” Calum tread lightly as not to upset Ashton any further.

“Well, this time, when I was about to leave in order to cool off, she told me… She said if I left, then we were through,” Ashton replied. His brows furrowed as he finished his statement.

“And you… You just left?” Calum reaffirmed in shock. He took his hand off of Ashton’s shoulder and shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’m an idiot, but now you see why I can’t just go back, apologize, and make this right again. We’re over.” Ashton faced the ground with his hands in his pockets. He was ashamed of himself and, frankly, appalled at his own actions. He loved y/n more than words could describe, yet he continued to hurt her.

“No. No, go apologize,” Calum demanded. Ashton gave him a confused look. Calum gestured towards the door and gave him a pointed look. Ashton opened his mouth to protest, but Calum was one step ahead of him. “I don’t care if apologizing won’t get her back. I want you to beg on your damn knees for her forgiveness and stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself,” Calum ordered. Ashton’s eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been a complete asshole to her ever since we got back from tour last year. She deserves an apology and an explanation,” Calum reiterated. In response, Ashton sighed overzealously and walked out the door like a child being sent to time-out.

**

Ashton knew that y/n was dead serious when she gave him the boot, so he knew that she wouldn’t stick around at the house where he could easily find her. With this knowledge in mind, he pulled up at her best friend’s house instead. He walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. He teetered back and forth on his feet in anxiousness, waiting for an answer. He hoped, unrealistically, that y/n would open the door; instead, her friend did.

Y/f/n saw Ashton and immediately tried to slam the door in his face, but Ashton stuck his foot in to prevent it from closing. His face twisted in pain from the impact of the door, but he quickly pushed it open and stepped inside before she could try to close the door again. “What do you want, asshole?” She glared at him.

“I’m willing to bet you already know,” Ashton responded swiftly.

“I was hoping that wasn’t the case. Now I’ll have to call the cops and charge you with breaking and entering,” she said, walking away towards the phone.

“Come on, y/f/n, stop playing around. I’m serious,” Ashton pleaded.

“Who’s playing?” She continued her journey to find her cellphone. Ashton followed suit, catching up with her. He gently turned her to face him.

“Y/f/n, seriously, I need to see her. I need to apologize,” Ashton begged. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Y/f/n removed his hands from her shoulders.

“She’s not here,” she quipped.

“Then where is she?” Ashton questioned.

“And why the hell would I give you that information? You have done nothing but hurt her for over a year now, and you come back every time with a new apology. And then you fuck up, and you hurt her again, so tell me, why exactly would I tell you where she is?” she called him out. Her eyes flashed with anger. Ashton couldn’t look her in the eye. He knew she was right.

“This time, it’s different-”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped.

“I’m serious, y/f/n. Look at me!” He gestured towards his disheveled appearance. “I haven’t slept in days, I haven’t eaten, and I’ve been beating myself up everyday for ever letting things get this far. I am falling apart without her!” He was on his knees now, and his tears were falling freely down his face.

“Get off my damn floor. You have no right to come in here with your little sob story and ask me to let you apologize. Do you know how I found her? She hadn’t been responding to my texts for a couple of days, so I paid her a surprise visit, and do you know where she was?” y/f/n paused as if waiting for Ashton’s response. “Curled up in a ball in the same place you left her, crying her damn eyes out,” she sneered. She was seemingly void of all sympathy for Ashton.

It felt as though Ashton had taken a blow to the chest. Hearing what he did to her just broke him even further. He didn’t deserve her. All he did was hurt her. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He was so ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of the person he had become.

“No, you’re not. Do you know how I know? Because even though you know you hurt her every time you get close, you’re still here, begging on your knees for a chance to be with her again,” Y/f/n stated emotionlessly. She wasn’t pulling any punches this time. Ashton could tell she had been waiting for over a year to say all of this to him.

“It’s different this time. I know what it’s like to live without her, and I hate it. I fucking hate it. I know that I’ve taken her for granted, and I’ve… Hurt her. I just want the chance to apologize, to make things right. I miss her so fucking much. You have to understand that,” Ashton pleaded. And maybe it was something in his eyes or something he said, but y/f/n’s hard expression softened.

“Okay.” She walked off to get her keys.

“Okay? Okay what?” Ashton scrambled off of his feet with a newfound hope that he would get to see y/n.

“Okay, get your ass in the car. I’m convinced for now, but if you hurt her one more time-” she began. But a smile had already made its way across Ashton’s face.

“I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He sped out the door towards her car, leaving her rolling her eyes behind him.

“He better not fuck this up,” she muttered under breath before following after him.

**

Y/f/n walked briskly ahead of Ashton as she made her way to the pub they had arrived at. Ashton purposely slowed his walk so that he could lag behind. If he were being honest with himself, he was nervous to see y/n again. After the way he treated her, he’d be surprised if she didn’t throw a drink in his face on sight. He sighed deeply before rounding the corner.

When he laid eyes on y/n, his breath got caught in his throat. She looked stunningly beautiful. The way y/f/n had described her experience, he half expected her to look like a zombie. But there she was, looking beautiful as ever with an earth shattering smile on her face as she talked to y/f/n. He was floored. He almost forgot why he was here.

Ashton was so focused on y/n that he almost didn’t notice y/f/n pointing back at him. Y/n’s smile almost immediately faltered, and she looked in the direction of y/f/n’s pointed finger. As soon as she laid eyes on you, her face twisted into a frown. Her forehead wrinkled, and she turned back to y/f/n quickly. They engaged in a heated conversation, and y/n looked like she was going to cry.

Ashton decided now was the time for him to step in. “Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” Ashton stood next to her at the bar, and her back was facing him. Her friend gave her a pleading look that caused her to finally turn around.

“What?” Y/n avoided eye contact as much as possible.

“I, uh, I’ll just leave you guys alone then,” Y/f/n announced before shooting Ashton a pointed glare and walking away. Ashton cleared his throat nervously.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry-”

“Stop,” she interrupted. “Please don’t do this again. You always do this, and I always fall for it because I’m an idiot-” she began.

“No, no come on. You’re not an idiot.” He gently lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’m the idiot. I understand if you don’t want to pursue anything with me, but at least give me a chance to explain myself. I love you, and-” he was cut off by her short, breathy laugh.

“What? You don’t believe that I love you?” Ashton knew then that he had gone too far. He never meant for this to happen, to scar her so badly.

“Well can you blame me? I would start listing the reasons why, but you might start calling me a tyrant again,” she shot back sardonically. Ashton hung his head in shame.

“Listen to me. I promise you that I didn’t mean a word I said that day. I love you so much, and being away from you made me realize-”

“What? That you actually like my ‘all around annoying’ personality?” She interrupted. Ashton’s face fell. “Can you just tell me one thing? Why would you treat me like shit, say all of that mean stuff about me, and then leave, all so you could come crawling back again. Is this some type of game to you?” she interrogated. Her eyes shone with tears.

“No, of course not,” he quickly responded.

“Then why?” Her voice cracked as her eyes bore deep into his. He looked into them for a long time before sighing deeply. He bit his lip.

“That last time we toured, I missed you so much. It hurt me to be away from you, and I didn’t want to feel like that, so helpless. So as soon as we got back, I made a plan to make sure that I never felt like that again,” he explained.

“So you decided to push me away, so it wouldn’t hurt when you had to leave again,” she reaffirmed. He nodded solemnly. She hesitated before saying “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Like that’s actually so mind numbingly stupid that I think I’ve actually lost some brain cells just by hearing that,” she deadpanned.

He let out a short, dry laugh. “I know. And it was so selfish of me. I didn’t even think of your feelings, and I’m so sorry. There’s no point in doing it anymore if it ends up with you getting hurt,” he says. He takes a seat next to her on a bar stool, and they sit in silence for a long time.

They exchange glances using their peripheral vision for a long while before Ashton speaks again. “So… Are you willing to start over? I swear to you I will never be that stupid ever again,” he declared. He was about ready to beg if she said no. He didn’t want to leave without knowing they were together.

“Well…” She hesitated. “I did say I was an idiot,” she finished. Ashton’s smile returned once again as a wave of happiness overtook him.

“Thank you so much!” He enveloped her in a bear hug. “I will not disappoint you,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Practice (NSFW/ANGST)

We’ve been talking for so long. Now, we’re finally here in person. I taste pain and regret in your sweat. You’ve been waiting for me. …I can tell that you’ve been practicing…

Fem!Reader x Gladiolus Amicitia
Inspiration: Practice by Drake
Part 1 of 2
Word Count: 2170
Disclaimer: +18 MA/ Explicit Sexual Content/ Mild Angst/ Language/Mentions of abuse/Proceed at your own discretion

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I knew I should’ve made a better plan before plunging into writing a really painful and emotional Karamel MULTICHAPTER fanfic. It’s proving WAYYYYYY harder than I initially thought. Like I love writing and reading angst, but this was just…wow. I’ve had to stop twice now to pull myself together.

Originally posted by candzk-25

This ship is literally ruining me y’all. Karamel snuck its way into my heart and I now I don’t think it’s possible to get them out. I’m legit gonna write a pure fluffy fanfic after finishing this first chapter. My heart won’t be able to handle any more pain lol.

Originally posted by emiliaclarq

(WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME KARAMEL???)

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible