i never hit you!

anonymous asked:

"I'm Not A Baby" is some of the most beautiful writing I have ever read. I can feel it right in my soul. No matter how many times I read it, it never fails to hit me hard. Seriously thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

omg anon thank you so much for reading and for being so sweet ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It means a lot to me that people are re-reading my stories. You have no idea ;__; 

6

A messy little comic where Otabek calls it out.

Part 6/

It only gets happier from here, I promise. Next part coming out next week 👍🏾

sometimes youve just got to hide your favourite local vandal from your overprotective cousin,, and sometimes you fail 

Brazilian ARMY setting the example 👏👏👏

I love things like this. It makes me cry, because Reflection is so fucking

Down. 

To. 

Earth. 

It’s hard not to sympathize with the self hate when everyone has their lows.

I love that they chant back, “We love you!”
Everything he says “I wish I could love myself” to me it’s just… 
And his voice after hearing it, I just;;
Namjoon deserves so much. 

All of BTS does. 

And I love this because it’s showing that not all fans are going to be hectic or harmful or just too much. BTS deserves the fucking world, and hell if we as ARMYs don’t give it to them. They’ve worked so hard guys. We know that. That’s why making barriers so they don’t get hurt makes a difference. We know what’s happened in the past. We as international ARMY as Korean ARMY cannot continue to let these things happen. We have to continue to protect them rather than hurting them, and we must continue to just all our show them the love they deserve. Show them that we, as a fan base should not be hated.

we need change (by RM and Wale)

After all, we are not an ARMY without our beloved Bangtan. 

 -fan cam by strawberry-

away from the sun

soulmate au 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and soft angst
word count: 20.409
warnings: none
author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 


Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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Things to use as a bookmark:

  • Receipts
  • Clothes labels
  • Dollar bills (especially effective if you love outside the US because when are you going to spend that)
  • Post it notes
  • Scrap pieces of paper
  • Leaflets that got shoved in your face which you were too polite to refuse
  • Train tickets
  • Bus tickets
  • Just any old ticket will do really
  • Playing cards
  • Old birthday / Christmas cards
  • CLEAN tissues
  • Empty sweet packets
  • A bookmark which was actually designed to be a bookmark, if you are one of those rare people who actually knows where they are

Things not to use as a bookmark

  • Hair brushes
  • Your phone (you’ll need that)
  • The dog’s tail (dogs move)
  • A cat’s tail (see above)
  • Pens/pencils (unless it is extremely temporary)
  • Socks (this is weird)
  • Coasters (these are simply not good at this job)
  • Credit cards (YOU NEED THESE)
  • Homework due in the next day
  • Birthday / Christmas cards that need to be sent to someone else
  • Tickets that haven’t been used yet

THINGS TO NEVER EVER CONSIDER:

  • Dog earing the page
Golddustphans 200 follow forever.

So on Friday I reached 200 followers which is crazy to me to even think about. So I thought i would do a follow forever because they are fun.
Just so you know that I consider all of you friends and I’m always here if you want to talk.

My closest friends,

@daintydodie ~ Zainah, you are so lovely and my dash/day just wouldn’t be the same without you. Thank you for making me smile.
@phansterdam ~ Emily, where do I start, thank you so much for sticking with me, you were my very first follower and i love you very much, you make me very happy.
@elloimthememelord ~ Grace, I feel we are kinda new friends compared to others but how we have connected, I could talk with you forever, you are lovely and such an amazing friend.

(Also thank you to, @phangirlingforphan ~ @phans-anime-shelf ~ @lovelylilaclester ~ @mairenyaf ~ @thephantastickat ~ @bloomingphil ~ @snow-phan ~ @philledwithpuns )

Friends,
@litraleehowell ~ @n-asa ~ @philsdrill ~ @phanasourasrex ~ @acephan ~ @dansforeheadcurl ~ @pugjumper ~ @hyungwyn ~ @bubblegumdan ~ @ephemeral-dan ~ @princessdan ~ @starinorbit ~ @energeticwarrior ~ @cloverphan ~ @cosmologicaldan ~ @blazing-eyes ~ @artisticdodie ~ @heartphil ~ @odetododie ~ @sweetpeachlester ~ @dimplydan ~ @rhapsodichowell ~ @saccharjne ~ @lethologicahowell ~ @qxantxm ~ @phillester ~ @philling-trashy ~ @paganlester ~ @imlovephil ~ @starmadephan ~ @spacedust-lester ~ @pastel-lois ~ @amazingsavannaisnotonfire22 / @philseyelashe ~ @cutedodie / @cutedaniel ~ @pretty-boy-dan-howell ~ @lillelester ~ @classicalphilip ~ @pepperminthowell ~ @pinkishphil ~ @phanyone ~ @snowflakephan ~ @rosequartzlester ~ @florallylester ~ @agastopiaphan ~ @vloggery ~ @hazyphil ~ @danshine ~ @nasahowell ~ @cleverlester ~ @anotherinternetfangirl ~ @philsamazing ~ @eli-howlter ~ @articulatehowell ~ @dannyhowell ~ @eros-howell ~ @philpov ~ @mooniva ~ @perplexedhowell ~ @phillybeans ~ @goddesslester ~ @blackparadehowell ~ @rainbowshowell ~ @lestersboy ~ @softdnp ~ @cometphil ~ @takeachillphill ~ can i also mention the anon who goes by 18 you also deserve some love.

Thank you so much to everyone I love you all a lot, if I missed you I’m so sorry and it was definitely done by accident, hope you all have a lovely day and thanks for 200 (at time of doing this I actually have 243) xx💕💕

my dear, you were born
    with charcoal on your fingers
    and paint stains on your bones
you were made to shine
    with summer in your eyes
    and daybreak in your blood

ah, but my dear
the world is not kind to starlit boys
the world does not know what to do
with sunshine and charcoal and martyrs
except to burn
                 and burn
                         and burn

and oh, how you burned

now, my dear,
your fingers are black with gunpower smoke
and your bones are stained with blood
your eyes, they are blue with ice and misery
and your blood, it pulses with bursting grenades

but at least the world got its legend,
didn’t it?

—  nothing burns brighter than a hero in flames ( j.p. )

are you a dinosaur or dragon person? are you a planets or stars person? are you a shiny or matte person?

  • Licht: [About Hyde] What a weirdo. I can't believe I'm going to make out with him.
  • Mahiru: Well... you don't have to.
  • Licht: Nah, I'm gonna.

Let me put the “spanking your kids” thing in a teacher’s perspective.

Even ignoring who all research shows that spanking, open handed, not leaving marks, spanking is still linked with long term mental and emotional health issues. Even ignoring the ethical and moral issues with hitting children all together.

Let’s say- it works for you. You hit your kid, and they listen to you. They won’t break that rule again, because if you catch them, they know you will hit them.

Guess what? They come to school? They go to my classroom? They know that I can’t and won’t hit them. 

And you never taught them WHY they need to follow the rules. You never taught them WHY they shouldn’t run and shove in the halls. You never taught them WHY they shouldn’t throw paper wads at each other, or keep up with their work. All they know is “Daddy isnt here, so I won’t get hit no matter what I do.” 

Fucking. TEACH your kids to behave and WHY they should behave. Don’t SCARE them into behaving FOR YOU. Because it makes my job that much harder 

❝ At the end of the day ❞

Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“So do you choose your job? Again? ”

“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his  eyes, even if he hid them to you.  

You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.

You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.

“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.

“Can I be alone?”

“Nope… We need to talk about this.”

“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.

“Because we should fi-”

“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.

“You know if I cou–”

“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”

“You choose your work often, Y/N”.

His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.

“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”

“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”

You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.

“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”

The problem is that you always need him.

                                             ____

The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.

The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.

“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.

You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.

“Jimin..”

“Hey, hi.”

“What…?”

“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.

“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”

“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”

“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.

“What’s that?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”

“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.

“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”

“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.

“Excuse me?”

“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”

“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.  

“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”

Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him. 

“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”

“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.

“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”  

It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.

You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.

“You’re hurting me.”

“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.

“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”

It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.

You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.

“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.

“Here’s the ic–”

Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.

“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”

“T-thanks for the ice.”

“I would never hurt y-you…”

You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.

Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.

“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.

“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”

“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”

“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”

“W-What?” You ask stammer.

“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.

“Jimin..”

“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”

“You make me happy.”

“Yeah, of cour–”

“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”

You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.

“How can I make it up?”

“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.

“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”

“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”

“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.

“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”

“I remember …”

“Wel–”

“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”

i’m like criung so much beacause you all are so sweet and supportive and so nice to me like i wouldn’t of thought in a million years people would be this supportive and liked my stuff this much im just so blessed and soft rn i love you all i wanna cuddle each and everyone of you so bad nm,ffnb

you are my sunshine (i tried)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.

You make me happy when skies are gray

error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move?  He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.

Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay

his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless

The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.

Error was dying.      

No.

No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.

He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.

Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.

Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.

With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.

“ink”

Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.

“error you’re awake”

Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.

“why do you sound so sad?”

Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.

“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.

“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.

Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.

He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.

Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)

Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.

His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.

“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.

“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke”  inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.

“sing with me”

Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.

He kept humming.

And no one else could come between.

The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.

He was still humming.

But now you’ve left me and love another.

Error stopped humming.

You have shattered all of my dreams.

His hand fell but never hit the ground.

You are…

 “goodbye ink…. I love you”

 A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.

 “I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.

 “I promise”

 “I love you too”  

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well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens

anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was

sorry for the mistakes hope you like it

Submitted by  idk-likesomeone

Unu says: OMG THIS. I CRIED. I GENUINELY CRIED. IDK HOW BUT YOU DID IT. GOOD JOB! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS ONE!

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If you could see me now would you recognize me?
Would you pat me on the back or would you criticize me?
Would you follow every line on my tear-stained face
Put your hand on a heart that was cold
As the day you were taken away?

the script - if you could see me now

(insp)