i shall be creeping

Girlfriend Joy

ugh! i accidentally deleted my first draft of this so i hope you can’t sense how angrily i re-typed this :/ i srly need to stop deleting my shit, like, what tf is wrong w me

  • oh, hey there, full luscious lips. wanna meet mine?
  • no but srly though, they’re addicrive. you want to kiss them all the time. either cute pecks before she leaves or a passionate tongue battle where she’s pressed against the wall, panting, whimpering, moaning your name
  • another weakness of yours is her thighs
  • when they’re wapped around your waist (or head), in jeans, in cute skirts; just all the time. her thighs just make you feel some type of way
  • they’re so thick and perfect
  • damn i went straight to smut here
  • so let’s move on to fluff, shall we?
  • creeping up on her to scare the crap out of her
  • lazy sundays
  • holding hands
  • lots of kisses
  • l o t s
  • her lips are irrestistibly beautiful
  • cute texts when she’s on tour
  • wondering how she can go from cute
  • to hella sexy
  • reassuring her if her voice breaks while she’s performing and gets lots of hate
  • reassuring her if anti’s call her fat
  • reassuring her always bc idol life is hard and stressful
  • sooyoung could come home with bruises and maybe a sprained wrist but she forgets all about it when you cuddle her and make her hot chocolate
  • with marshmallow’s
  • you jokingly say she loves marshmallow’s bc they resemble her squishy cheeks

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist // Vladimir Nabokov.

Don't Be Afraid of This World Where We Can Meet- an elaborate Utena x Anthy mix

1. Kill the Lights| Birthday Massacre//2. Take me to Church (Hozier Cover)| Neon Jungle//3. Fineshrine| Purity Ring//4.Crucify| Tori Amos//5.Bones| Ms. Mr//6. This Will Be The Day| Casey Lee Williams//7. Blinding| Florence and the Machine//8. Leave My Body| Florence and the Machine//9.Radioactive (Imagine Dragons Cover)| Clara C//10. To Kill a King| Hungry Lucy//11. Butterfly Nets| Bishop Allen//12. Youngblood| Bea Miller//13. Battle Cry| Angel Haze ft. Sia

A mix for Anthy and Utena’s journey as a couple and as heroes towards the end of the show. The fairytale breaks down, they are both sacrifices, but they rise from the ashes to find the revolution and shine together in their love

Each song represents a stage of their relationship/moment with them in the show. In the playlist proper I put quotes to represent what each song was supposed to be about, here I’ll include additional quotes and pictures and stuff too. 

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Kill the Lights

Anthy: “If you go to the castle you’ll meet your prince”

Anthy: “I used you and your naievete. I betrayed you from the  beginning. I’m sorry, Utena-sama.”

Every prince is a fantasy/The witch is inside of me/Her poison will wash away the memory/We kill the lights and put on a show/It’s all a lie/But you’d never know

It’s so much better to pretend/There’s something waiting for you here/Every letter that you wrote/Has found its way to me, my dear/You can make believe that what you say/Is what I want to hear/I’ll keep dancing through this/Beautiful delusional career

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#11 part 2 Newt High school AU: We Grew Up

((Part 2 to previous requested imagine: We Grew Up))

Prompt: Newt and reader are long childhood friends who are on completely different levels of popularity but not feelings.

A/N: so this is part two! I hope you enjoy :)


It’s finally the end of the school day and after I’ve been to my locker, I begin to head out to my car. I haven’t spoken to Newt much after our little ‘disagreement’ this morning, but I expect that he still needs a ride home. Unless he rides with Minho or Thomas, of course. I sat with the boys and some of their other friends at lunch and it felt strange but at the same time, I felt comfortable being with them all together. We talked lots about how we’ve been and everything, just catching up like we used to do.

When outside, it’s clear that Newt hasn’t decided to ride with the boys as I spot him leaning up against my car just like he was this morning. He glances over at me as I approach him and stands up straight, sending me a weak, guilty smile and it looks like he’s apologising for earlier without words. And who can resist that smile?

Once in front of him, I grin, letting him know that all is forgiven. With a sigh of relief, Newt smiles a genuine smile and grabs my hand and squeezes it gently. My heart quickens at the gesture and once again I have to fight not to blush.

“S-so shall w-we g-go?” I stammer awkwardly, nodding towards the car.

“What? Oh, yeah.” Newt says distractedly, as if he wasn’t really paying attention. Like he was lost in thought. I’m about to pull away from Newt’s hand but I’m stopped when he grasps it tighter, refusing to let me go.

“Wait.” He whispers, smirking and tilting his head teasingly. “I’m not in a rush, love.” Newt’s accent leaks off his tongue so seductively that it shocks me.

Considering Newt isn’t thinking about going anywhere any time soon, I take this opportunity to admire him. I admire his eyes, his jawline, his messy but beautiful hair. I admire how toned and smooth his arms look on show beneath his t-shirt sleeves. I admire his cheeky smirk playing at his lips as the lost in thought but content look appears flashes through his eyes.

But it’s not just his physical attractiveness that I admire. Also, I admire his inner beauty. I admire how he is by far the most considerate and compassionate person I’ve ever know. How he always puts others before himself. How his laugh is lighter and brighter than the sun in the sky. How he has all these flaws that he doesn’t brag about to get sympathy, instead he just keeps them to himself until the time is right. I admire how he has this radar that detects weather I’m okay or not, and how he’ll go to extreme lengths to make sure that I’m happy.

“We should go. We need to make sure we are ready for that party in time.” I murmur, lost in Newt’s eyes.

“Okay.” He says back, quietly, before releasing my hand and allowing me to get in the car.

For the journey back, we don’t say much. We just smile and chuckle to ourselves, occasionally glancing at each other. How is it that I’ve got this huge 'like-you-more-than-a-friend’ thing for best friend? And how is it that I’m having these super cliché and cringe thoughts that 'there’s no way that he could ever feel the same’ because I swear to god that’s not what I’m about AT ALL. I’m almost ashamed of myself for being so awkward about the situation.

Once we’re parked up outside both of our houses, we get out the car.

“Well, see you later!” I wave to Newt and begin walking up the path towards my front door.

“Hey wait!” Newt calls just as I have fished out my front door keys. Turning to face him, I send him a questioning look. “D'ya want to come study at mine for a bit?” He asks, leaning on my car again.

“Newt…” I say slowly, trying to stifle a laugh. “Just because I’m on the honour roll, doesn’t mean I study all evening, every evening.” I let the laugh out now and so does he, shaking his head which makes his hair mess up even more than before as it flops over his eyes.

“Alright then.” He chuckles, looking up at me. “Movie?”

“Won’t your parents mind?” I ask, already persuaded

“They’re still at work, love.”

I raise my eyebrows at him and grin. “Your on.”

So at that, I follow Newt inside his house. It’s not like I’m unfamiliar with his house; I’ve been in and out of it at least a few thousand times since I was little. There’s a lot of memories in his house, as there is in mine.

Newt and I ordered a pizza and decided to watch some action film. It was pretty good to be honest and the pizza was great. I wish I could stay longer, but I have a party to get ready for and so does Newt.

“I’m going to head back next door and start getting ready for this party.” I tell him, grabbing my bag and heading towards his front door. It’s been so lovely to just sit and watch a movie with Newt and I really don’t want to go.

“Alright. Show me through the window when your ready and I’ll give you my uttermost professional opinion.” Newt gave me a smug look and laughed when I hit him in his shoulder. I could feel electricity in your bones even from that one small ounce of contact.

“I’ll see you later Newt.” I say, rolling my eyes and walking the few yards to my front door. I turn around and see Newt watching me from his doorway. “I’m not going to be killed right here and now, Newt! You don’t have to make sure I 'get home safe’ when we live a dozen yards away from each other!” I tease him and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“Okay, alright (y/n). Just trying to be a good best friend!” He remarks, leaning against his doorframe. “See you!” He says before disappearing back into his house.

Without any hesitation, I bound up the stairs and start getting ready. I’m not too sure what my parents would think if they were home but, hey. I put on a dress that I’ve never worn before and I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty clingy. I’m not one for heels, so instead I wear my white converse. They’re not too muddy in comparison to my doc martins, so I’m sure they’ll go fine.

Checking the clock, I realise that I’ve only got fifteen minutes left to get myself sorted so I quickly fix my hair and brush my teeth before putting on some mascara and lipgloss. Once I’m finished, I throw a pebble from my jar at Newt’s window. He appears in a second.

“Whoa (y/n)…y-you look uh-h…” Newt stammers and starts to look a little flustered. He looks at me in a way that I’ve not noticed before.

“Not so bad yourself, shank.” I grin, trying to break the tension between our bedroom windows. Newt is wearing one of his classic button down shirts and jeans. To be honest, Newt could show up in a card board box and all the girls would still swoon over him.

Newt still hasn’t taken his eyes off of me yet and I can already feel a red tinge creeping over my cheeks. “Shall we head out?” I ask him quietly.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He smiles and winks at me, closing his window.

After locking the front door, I meet Newt at my car again and click the bottom to open the doors.

“Three rides in your car in one day, (y/n)! That’s a record!” Newt chuckles and smiles at me. I smile back and it is then when Newt notices my interesting choice in footwear. “Quirky shoes you’ve got to match that dress, love.” He says, fairly amused. I know he’s not being mean, in fact it’s probably a bloody complement. In response, I nod, satisfied with my outfit. It’s not like I’m on a mission for popularity here and therefore I don’t particularly care what people think about my shoes.

As I pull out, Newt begins to direct me to Minho’s house. It’s a good job too, because in all the years I’ve known him, I’ve completely forgotten where he lives. On the way, Newt’s superhuman radar kicks in and it’s like he can sense that I’m not completely alright.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” He asks almost sadly. “You were so bubbly earlier!”

“What if everyone thinks I’m weird?” I blurt out suddenly, surprised at myself for just letting it slip. I catch Newt’s glance briefly and he looks at me knowingly.

“Don’t you worry about that (y/n), I’m sure they’ll all love you just as much as I do.” Newt suddenly stops and I nearly crash the car. I refuse to look at Newt but I can feel his eyes on me for the next five minutes. We both recover from the 'L’ word in time and eventually Newt goes on. “I mean, yeah you’re weird, but so am I. So is everyone on this strange yet unique planet. And if it makes you feel any better, I won’t leave your side until the minute we set foot in our homes.”

“Thanks Newt.” I smile at him and he sends me a cheesy grin back. We’ve arrived at Minho’s house.

We both get out of the car and slam the doors in unison. I can already hear the extortionately loud music and the sound of intoxicated teenagers from the other side of the street. Nerves get the better of me and I freeze to the curb.

Thankfully, Newt senses this and grabs my hand, warming and electrocuting me at the same time. I squeeze his hand and together we both walk into the party. Surrounding me are drunks, sobers, dancers and talkers. There are people lying on the floor, people throwing cups and or throwing up. What is most disgusting of all, are the people who are lying in a heap of plastic cups, drenched in vomit and very clearly passed out. I’d hate to be Minho tomorrow…

I’ve been so busy taking in my surroundings that I hadn’t noticed that Newt had brought me to some girls. But not just any girls, my old friends: Teresa, Brenda and Sonya. Plus, there are some other girls who I’ve never spoken to but know of: Harriet and another girl who’s name I cannot recall.

“You guys know (y/n), right?” Newt says, gesturing to me who awkwardly waves over at them. They seem genuinely surprised but also, especially from Teresa, happy to see me.

It only takes a minute for us all to be chatting and catching up on the past few years of our lives. I can’t deny how nice it feels.

It’s been an hour or so and Newt had disappeared long ago after being dragged off with some lacrosse team members. I’ve spent the whole time talking and laughing with the girls. I haven’t had a drop to drink because I’m driving home later. Although, gnat doesn’t bother me too much as again, I don’t drink. The girls understood and didn’t try to pressure me. They even told me they missed me and hope that I can hang out with them again. And what d'you know, they even like my dress-shoe combo.

It’s at times like this that you realise how much you have missed your friends. The wonderful friends. And it’s when I’m with them that I feel like I’ve got a life. I’m broken from my thoughts when Newt’s friends Alby and Ben come rushing over to me, terror plastered in their eyes.

“(y/n)…it’s Newt.” Alby says breathlessly. “Something’s wrong and he keeps on asking for you.”

Without another word, I run.


A/N: part 3?
Thanks to anyone who reads this! I really hoped you liked it haha! Feedback is always lovely and it means an awful lot to me! Feel free to request imagines, my ask is always open! Love you munchkins :)

We need to guard ourselves against Major and Minor Shirk.

Don’t forget that Shirk in this Ummah is more hidden than the creeping of the ant:

The First Narration: The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم said to Abu Bakr:

❝O Abu Bakr, the Shirk in (this community) is more inconspicuous than the creeping of the ant.❞

Abu Bakr said: Is there Shirk other than joining partners with Allaah in worship?

The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم said: ❝By the One in Whose Hand is my soul! The Shirk is more inconspicuous than the creeping of the ant. Shall I not guide you to a thing, which if you say it, will remove from you the small amount of it or major, say:

اللهم إني أعوذ بك أن أشرك بك وأنا أعلم وأستغفرك لما لا أعلم
Allaahumma innee a'oothu bika an ‘ushrika bika wa anaa 'a'lamu, wa astaghfiruka limaa laa 'a'lamu.

O Allaah, I seek refuge in You lest I associate anything with You knowingly, and I seek Your forgiveness for what I know not.❞ [Al-Adab al-Mufrad (716) and graded as Saheeh by Shaikh al-Albaanee]


The Second Narration: Narrated Abu Moosaa al-Ash`aree that the Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم addressed us (in a Friday sermon) saying:

❝O people, save yourselves from Shirk, for it is more inconspicuous than the creeping of the ant.❞

Someone whom Allaah willed (to speak) asked: How do we save ourselves from it while it is more inconspicuous than the creeping of the ant O Messenger of Allaah?

He صلي الله عليه وسلم said:

اللهُمَّ إِنَّا نَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْ أَنْ نُشْرِكَ بِكَ شَيْئًا نَعْلَمُهُ، وَنَسْتَغْفِرُكَ لِمَا لَا نَعْلَمُ

❝Say: O Allaah we seek refuge in You from associating anything with You knowingly, and we seek Your forgiveness for what we do unknowingly.❞

[Musnad Ahmad (19606) and others - graded as Saheeh by Shaikh al-Albaanee in Saheeh al-Jaami (3731)]

Mother Night

Eternities before the first-born day,

Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame,

Calm Night, the everlasting and the same,

A brooding mother over chaos lay.

And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay,

Shall run their fiery courses and then claim

The haven of the darkness whence they came;

Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. 


So when my feeble sun of life burns out,

And sounded is the hour for my long sleep,

I shall, full weary of the feverish light,

Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt,

And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep

Into the quiet bosom of the Night.