i think i cried while i did this

Since i havent seen anyone talk about this i think i would just like to point out that while yuuri is skating georgi is wearing this expression

Do you know why?

Because he understands

He understands that while yuuri is skating Yuri on Ice he is dedicating it to victor, his love for him, and is thinking of all the moments they have spent together and how victor has helped him so much from how he was last year. He wore the same expression while michele is skating because he knew he was skating because of his love for sara.

But georgi isnt the only one who noticed.

The commentators, the other skaters, mila, and im pretty sure even yakov knew that yuuri was skating because of his love for victor, some more so than others. What im saying is that people know and acknowledge that yuuri really loves victor and that he dedicated his entire FS to their relationship and how he has grown from it.

Me Every Day
  • A family member: I remember-
  • A friend: Hey,h-
  • Ice skating teacher: The air's kinda cold, don't you thin-
  • Mom: You never-
  • Kindergarten teacher: Once upon a time-
  • Everyone: We're not friends anymore. You never listen and-
And Under Your Breath (You Spoke of Innocence)

A Terumob drabble that I did to try and figure out Teru’s character since I haven’t ever written anyone quite like him yet. aaaa I hope it isnt too OOC

The title comes from the song Innocence by Madeon. There’s a 9/10 chance that i cried at least once while listening to this song and writing this.

Now on Ao3 as well!!

“What do you think will happen to us?”

It was all Teruki could think about, Mob’s words running through his head. He couldn’t focus on anything; it made the numbers and questions in his math textbook mesh together, blending into something unintelligible.

Teruki leaning on the table, he tapped his pencil against his empty paper in a steady rhythm. He stared down at the questions like they would tell him the answers, like they would drown out Mob’s voice echoing through his head.

But nothing could silence his thoughts. Even the radio, some staticky music from the 90s droning on, was nothing more than background noise to add to the static in his head.

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BTS Reaction - When you start talking in your sleep

Thank you @classydeerfox for your request! :)


You woke up by him laughing and falling down on the floor. 

You: Jin.. What are you doing down there?

Him: You are so cute when you talk in your sleep, i think i just cried.

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Since you were talking about him and giving him small compliments in your sleep, he was not going to miss a chance to record you so he could listen to it while on tour - or get a chance to brag to the guys that he had a girl that thought that he was so awesome.

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All he could do was just to watch you and smile like an idiot to the sound of your voice. “What did i do to deserve this angel?”

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Since he was sleeping harder then you, he would not notice.

Originally posted by softykook


“Ah listen to her! She just said that she wanted a bunny! So freaking cute”

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“Alright so who made her say that Jimin was more good looking then me? I will sure find out”

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash


You woke up by the sound of his giggles. He just smiled and winks at you. “I never knew that you had those dirty words in you.. Don’t worry, i will not kiss and tell”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Things I Noticed Rewatching 7x10

So.. I woke up this morning and cried over Caryl again. It’s been  two days and I think it’s a little bit unhealthy. I normally rewatch episodes like this twice because I normally miss something. Of course I did. Here’s my synopsis on New Best Friends 

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GABRIEL. LOOK AT YOU MAN. Do ya’ll remember how stupid this guy used to be? He tried to betray the group and now he’s attempting to help Rick make a deal with the Junkyard while holding a knife to someones throat. This is the same guy who LITERALLY would not learn about weapons because The Lord abhors violence. 

The Richonne in this episode is GLORIOUS 

“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you.” 



Why is Rosita so bitter? Girl… you’ve got NO REASON to yell at Tara. *quietly calls character death in finale* 

Oh look it’s the junkyard kids no on cares about 



Rick Grimes. Had a spike. GO THROUGH HIS HAND. 

Yo, Michonne would do anything to protect her man. True love right there. *sigh* 

I can’t believe Melissa McBride knows how to kill me in 108474729276545 different ways literally with just her face

Dang, Norman Reedus NAILED that first hug!

“Why’d you go?” 

Me: *sobs uncontrollably into pillow while father laughs at me*

*huge time skip which means Daryl and Carol were together all day* Hm… I wonder what ya’ll did literally the entire afternoon? 

Denim Dreams book club. 100% here for it. 

The fact he made her SMILE. And it was REAL. We haven’t seen that smile since TERMINUS. And it HURTS MY SOUL. 

Ya’ll I’ll be honest I really wanted a kiss but the shoulder nuzzle and kiss on the shoulder totally sent me to the great beyond. Not to mention she gripped the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. 


I couldn’t stop laughing when Rick came down from Up Up Up. He’s been impaled, fought a gladiator walker named Winslow, and is literally bleeding profusely but you know what the southern trash king does? 

He picks up a garbage cat. For Michonne. TO REPLACE THE ONE SHE LOST. 

I don’t particularly care for Negan but let me tell you, JDM nails the role.

Dwight? Who’s Dwight? *yawn* 

And now a compilation of my favorite 7x10 gifs: OTP style

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anonymous asked:

hey uh not to be a lesbian but your minako hcs? pure gold my dude 10/10 cried while reading those

i can’t stop thinking of yuuri coming out so here’s a baby oneshot i prob won’t even edit #lol I imagine Yuuri is 13-14 here because that’s about the time I #Realized

“Again! 5 and 6…5, 6, 7, 8, and-! Fouettes sucked, and all Yuuri wanted to do was collapse onto the cold dance floor. Instead, he did another round each turn with Minako’s claps. She relented after Yuuri’s neck started to hurt from snapping, and he was nearing the mirror from moving. “Good, very good Yuuri. Now let’s do some basic pirouettes. Two with prep, four singles, and two doubles. Ready?” 


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request for @bluespock☀ i hope you like it

fun fact: i cried while drawing this bc i started thinking about how much spock must miss jim and how he’s sitting there listening to the whales and reminiscing about old times and kirk is like sunshine and everything is warm and spock is basking in it and honestly i’m a mess over it

You know, I used to think Kim Kardashian was a silly fool. Then I watched one episode of her reality show and realized she might just be an absolute genius.  There’s a reason she’s lasted longer as a reality star than Paris Hilton ever did.

*Kim cries hysterically into her pillow while her sister tries to comfort her* “It feels like everyone is out to get me sometimes!”

*me* “Yeah, um, it is uncomfortable how much I relate to this.” 


Some snaps of my day!

I had to commute between two clinics today for my research project and the weather has been so ideal for runs lately and it takes everything in me to let my ankle continue to heal and to not go out and run.

Logan and I headed to the YMCA after work and I did a hilly bike workout and listened to a podcast, which was a nice way to unwind from the day. Then we came back home and made dinner and I cried into my tea while watching the newest episode of “This is Us.” It’s pretty much my guaranteed weekly cry sesh.

Now I think I’ll settle in with a book and snuggles.

Happy Hump Day and almost Thursday out there!

Some people will never realise that on the days I lay in bed all day it’s not because I’m relaxing. Most of the time it’s because I tried to live my life that day but failed. 

It’s on the days I was getting ready for my days but halfway my morning routine I cried my make up off because I’m to tired to even finish getting ready that day. 

It’s on the days I lay awake all night because my body thinks I did something wrong and I’m in pain without no other reason than that my body thinks I did too much. 

It’s on the days I did exactly the same as you yesterday but my body thinks that was way too much and while you are living your life and doing fun stuff I’m sick in my bed.

It’s on the days I’m just to sad and angry I to get out bed that day because to day may be better than yesterday but today is still shit and I’m still tired and in pain and it’s just simply not fair.

Because I’m sick and eventhough you don’t think I look sick or act sick that’s because on my worst days I was laying in bed and you asumed I was being lazy or relaxing.

Allison's home-Stiles Stilinski

This was a dream I had then I made up an ending. I don’t know it may be strange but I think this should happen, if it did i’d actually cry.

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I woke up screaming in the middle of the night again for the 8th time this month. It’s always the same nightmare -Allison getting stabbed by the oni. Only it’s not a nightmare, it’s a memory an it plays over and over again until my brother Scott wakes me up. Like now, he just holds me in his arms while I cry. Sometimes he cries with me. I feel awful to keep doing it and reminding him about it but I have no control over my nightmares. It always feels so real, like I’m in that moment again. I can smell her perfume and feel the cold from the wind. Eventually we fall asleep in eachothers arms. Mum always wakes us up with a sympathetic smile and pancakes.

It’s been less than a year since Allison passed and weird things have happened. I was in Eichen for a couple of months. They thought it was best for me. While I was in there the pack dealt with the deadpool, they were extremely shocked to find my name on it. It turns out I’m a witch. Not the hocus pocus, bibbidy bobbidy stuff. But I can do spells, heal people and i can create a protective force field kind of thing (like bella in twilight) around people- which i haven’t learned to do yet. I’ve been training with Deaton ever since I got out and I’m getting good. 

A couple of weeks ago I found this spell to bring people back to life. I wasn’t supposed to find it but I begged Deaton to help me. I told him I would do it with or without him. He told me i could die if i did it alone so he would help me but it would take a couple weeks to gather supplies. I haven’t told the pack in case something goes wrong or it doesn’t work, but we are doing it tonight. There are countless things that could go wrong.

Firstly, I essentially have to die much like the way Stiles, Scott, Allison and Isaac have done in the past. I may never wake up. Another issue is I haven’t found my anchor yet, eventhough I’m not a werewolf or werecoyote - wereanything, i still need an anchor to control myself.

Currently though, I’m sitting in class listening to coach talk about something nobody cares about as usual. There is a lacrosse game tonight and I’m planning to do it while they are there. I hope it’s not too suspicious because I go to every single game of Scotts, we are very close siblings being twins and all.

I feel something hitting off my shoulder. I turn to catch the culprit but smile when I see Stiles with that adorable grin.

“you okay?” he whispers nodding to my forearm where I had drawn blood from scratching. I was too focused thinking about tonight I didn’t even notice. My eyes widen but nod. He smiles and i do too. I go to turn around my Scott catches my attention.

“are you sure your ok? you’ve been tapping your foot this entire lesson and your heartbeat just got really fast…” he asks innocently. I blush but nod resting my head in my hands to hide my face. The bell rings and I shoot up and out of my seat. Stiles and Scott race after me. I almost get away but Lydia, Malia and Kira are waiting outside the door. I groan.

“hello to you too buttercup” Lydia says sarcastically. I smile at her and try to walk

past them.

“were are you going? are you coming to the game?” Scott yells at me as I’m quite a far distance away now. I turn and shake my head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t, I’ve got to train with Deaton. It’s really important and I can’t miss it. I might see you after, you’ll do great!” then i run outside to my car. I drive off before any of them can reach me.

Scott’s POV*

“she never misses our games? do you think she’s ok?” I turn towards everyone. “dude, she’ll be fine come on, we’ve got to get ready, we’ll see you girls out there.” Stiles replies. I sigh but go to get changed.

“Now that you mentioned it, it is a little strange. What can be more important than coming to see you play, she comes to every single game” Stiles says as he’s getting dressed. I huff.

“I know, she’s my good luck charm. Although I think she comes to see you more than me.” I reply to stiles wiggling my eyebrows.

“what are you insinuating?” Stiles’ voice wavers and I smirk.

“that you and my sister are going to get married and have lot’s of babies together…” I joke. I expect him to laugh but he just gulps.

“wait, do you actually like my sister?” I ask. He breaks eye contact with me.

“ew, no bro, that’s disgusting she’s like my sister too…” he defends. I nod agreeing but I can hear his heart beat getting faster and the slight squeak to his voice, you don’t have to be a werewolf to tell he’s lying.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be bothered if you did…” i suggest.

“well i don’t!” he snaps back slamming his locker shut. I laugh silently, happy that I know they both like each other but will not admit it. Her heart beat get’s faster everytime she looks at him. As does his.

We leave the locker room and go to the field. It’s raining really badly. We go over to coach.

“Hey guys, I think we’re going to have to cancel. A little rain is fine but it’s too dangerous for you to play like this. I don’t even know where it came from. We go over to the girls and Lydia looks really panicked.

"Lydia what’s wrong?” I ask her. A tear rolls down her cheek.

“It’s y/n” that’s all she has to say until we are all racing towards Stiles’ Jeep.

Normal POV (earlier on)*

“Hey Deaton, we ready to do this?” I greet him as i walk inside the clinic. He smiles nervously. I sigh taking off my jacket.

“don’t get nervous on me now, I’m ready. I can do this.” he nods uncertainly. I go inside the ‘main’ room and he has two ice baths ready. One for me and hopefully one when I bring Ali back.

“did you bring it?” he asks. I nod showing him the necklace Allison had given me. It was right before she died so it held a lot of meaning. I looked at it for a while before dropping it in her bath. Then I turn towards Deaton.

“Ok, ready to go?” i ask nervously. He rubs up and down my arms.
“Did you find an anchor?” I look down shaking my head, but subconciously I’m playing with the necklace around my neck, it was a birthday present from Stiles. “what about who ever gave you that?” he points to the necklace. I look at it thinking then i whisper
“Stiles” and look up to see Deaton smiling.
“perfect!” I blush and he pecks my forehead. I step into the bath instantly my body freezes. I sit down and take a breath before laying down.

Scott’s POV*
We run out of the Jeep and head towards the animal clinic. The lights are low and the door says that’s it’s closed. I look at Stiles and he runs his hand through his hair afraid of what we’re about to see. I open the door going first, i run into the 'main’ room and see Deaton but no y/n. There are two ice baths and I cough getting Deaton’s attention. He get’s up quickly coming to stand in front of me.

“what are you all doing here?” he asks nervously.
“where’s y/n” Stiles asks.
“i, uh, she’d kill me. She’s in the bath.” he whispers. My eyes widen and I go towards the bath.
“dont touch it! you could kill her!” he states. I step back.
“why are there two?” Lydia asks confused. Deaton looks down at his feet. I growl and he gulps.
“She’s gone to bring Allison back” he mumbles. everyone gasps. I get angry and storm towards Deaton pushing him against a wall.
“why did you let her do that! she could die!” i yell. He flinches and Stiles grabs me pulling me away. Lydia is in shock, Malia and Kira are sitting down. We hear a gasp and we turn around.

normal POV*
When I 'wake up’ I’m still holding Stile’s necklace. I am in a really large, white room. I look around but I’m alone. For a moment I think i failed but then i feel a hand touch my leg. I look down at the floor and there is Allison, with the same wound she died from. I go through the steps in my head and bend down to heal it. She gasps when it’s healed and looks at me not believing I’m real.

“I came to bring you back Ali, these past few months have been hell without you!” She looks at me with tears in her eyes.

“how?!” she whispers. “I’ll explain when we get back” she nods and we stand up.

“look in your pocket” i ask her quietly. she looks at me funny but does it. She finds the necklace and looks at me expectantly.

“Hold it, really tight, with your palm facing the floor, don’t let go of it. Close your eyes.Think about the people you left behind - Scott, your dad, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Isaac, Derek, Deaton…” I say and she does it immediately. I work my magic also closing my eyes, when i open my eyes she’s gone. I look around and scream excitedly that I’ve actually done it! Now I just need to get myself back…

I sigh feeling quite light headed, i power through it to get back. I close my eyes and I’m about to start the spell when i feel a hand on my arm. My eyes snap open and I see Claudia, Stiles’ mum. My eyes immediately start to water, she was as close to our family as she was her own. She smiles sympathetically and brings me in for a hug. We pull away and she wipes my tears so they don’t drip.

“please tell me you are not dead darling?” she asks quietly, tears brimming my eyes.

“no, I’m a witch… I came to bring Allison back” I smile. she’s a little shocked for a second and a bright idea pops into my head. “I could bring you back too! come on!” I tug at her hand but she stands still in her place. I furrow my eyebrows. “what’s wrong?” i turn towards her completely. she sniffles.

“I can’t come back with you” my face falls.

“why not?” i stutter. she looks at the floor.

“It wouldn’t be right, and it could harm you, it was great just seeing you, I’ve been watching over you all. Your doing great. And please knock some sense into my sons head, he loves you, beyond a shadow of a doubt” she rubs my arms the way Deaton did. She laughs at my expression. “And you love him too don’t you?” she raises her eyebrow.

“no why would you say that?” i mumble. She smirks.

“your playing with the necklace he bought you and oh my word your scar is bleeding.” she gasps. I look down and my shiirt is covered in blood, i lift it out of my shorts and i nearly faint at the sight. After the nogitsune was gone he had left something. Stiles’ name carved into my hip, he must have done it when i was passed out and done it with a knife. Nobody else knows about it except my mum and Lydia. She runs her fingers above it careful not to snag it. My eyes start to water again. She grabs the sides of my face.

“first thing you do when he get back is kiss him, ok honey? just straight into it! you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger!” she smiles when i giggle. “will you tell him that I love him and that it wasn’t his fault I died, I was very sick at that time. Also tell Stilinski that I love him too, and that he’s doing a great job with Stiles.” she is now crying and i nod, she sighs and pulls me into another hug.

“I love you” I whisper into her hair.

“I love you too baby, say hello to your mother as well!” she laughs. I nod but start crying. we are both sobbing in eachothers arms. Until I am ripped out of her arms.

Stiles POV*

We hear a gasp and we turn around. I sigh thinking it’s y/n but it didn’t come from her bath. There right before our eyes, is Allison gasping for breath, dressed in the same clothes she died in nearly a year ago… Scott runs over to her and pulls her out of the bath, Deaton hands him a towel and he wraps it around her. She holds it gratefully and he crushes her in a huge hug. A mop of strawberry blonde hair flies past me. Scott and Allison pull away just for her to crushed in a hug by Lydia again. They pull away and she comes over to hug me.

“your actually real?” i whisper into her hair. she giggles. “yeah. y/n brought me back” she sobs.

“I’m so sorry!” i mumble. “It’s not your fault…” she whispers. we pull away.

“where is y/n?” i gasp. “she’s still under! we need to get her out quickly a different way. Kira grab that jar. Stiles come over here.” Deaton yells.

“why what can i do?” i mutter but go over anyway.

“your her anchor, you need to grab her hand and when i say pull her out of the water completely” he says in a rush, tipping the entire jar into the water. I look at him with my eyes wide.

“I’m her anchor?” i question. He groans.

“yes, are you ready?” he mumbles. i gulp but nod.

“NOW!” he yells. I immediately yank on her hand pulling her out of the water completely and falling backwards with her coughing on my chest. I sigh and rest my head on the floor.

“did i do it?” she whispers. I laugh and grab her face, her eyes are closed and she looks really tired.

“yeah” i whisper back.

“take me home?” she mutters so i stand up to the best of my ability. Pretty much everyone is crying relieved that she’s alive. I walk outside and into my jeep followed by scott, kira, Allison, Lydia and Malia. Somehow we all fit in the car with y/n still resting on my lap. I start driving and she nestles her head into my neck. I bend down and peck her forehead and she smiles.

“where shall I go?” i ask nobody in particular.

“guys, what’s that smell?"Malia asks. Scott looks around.

"I can smell it too, it smells like blood…” he mumbles. He looks over at y/n and gasps.

“Stiles your covered in blood” Scott gasps.I look down briefly.

“it’s not mine, its must be y/n’s” I panick.

“what shall i do?”

“go to Derek’s loft” Lydia interrupts, so i do.

When we arrive at Derek’s i lay y/n down on the couch gently. Lydia comes over with a first aid kit. We all stand around waiting and when Lydia lifts y/n’s shirt everyone turns to me puzzled. Carved in blood is my name. It’s silent so Lydia starts cleaning the wound and bandaging it up, which y/n has to sit up for. I sit behind her holding her up and she grips my hand. She leans back slightly and rests her head on my shoulder looking up to me.

“the nogitsune did it” her voice is hoarse but loud enough we can all hear it.
“why didn’t you tell us about it?” Scott says.
“I knew about it!” Lydia murmurs.
“It’s creepy, I don’t know what the point of it was but I think that’s why I was having nightmares” she says to Scott. He nods deep in thought.

“what happened in there?” Lydia brings up. y/n looks at me skeptically. I raise my eyebrows and she sighs closing her eyes again.
“I saw your mum” her eyes open and she’s looking directly at me. My lip trembles but nod for her to continue.“I was going to bring her back too, but she wouldn’t let me. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and it wasn’t your fault she died, she was really sick.” then closed her eyes again.

I get up from the couch putting a pillow in my place before walking over to the window. I look out thinking about my mum, warm tears threatening to spill over. I hear rustling behind me then a soft hand grabs hold of mine. I look down at her and smile then look over my shoulder and everyone has gone into a different room to give us some privacy.

“thank you” I whisper but she stays silent.

“thank you for bringing me back!” she then replies after a few moments of silence.

“so… I’m your anchor?” I ask teasingly. she blushes and looks away. I grab the side of her face and kiss her putting every emotion into it. she kisses back instantly and we’re both enjoying the moment when the door bursts open. We turn towards it startled. Chris, my dad and Melissa burst through the door. Everyone comes out of the kitchen to see what the fuss is and when Allison sees her father she makes a beeline for him and hugging him. He holds her shocked that she’s actually real and alive. He looks up to y/n and smiles and mouthing 'thank you’. She nods and smiles.

My dad comes over and y/n walks over to him before I can. I follow and hold her waist. He smiles at the small gesture but stays silent for her to talk. “I saw Claudia” she starts. “I tried to bring her back too, she wouldn’t let me. she said it wouldn’t be fair but to tell you that she loves you and that your doing a great job with Stiles and she’s been watching.” He tries to muffle his cries in his hand but it’s no use. I hug him tightly and bring y/n with me.

“well I’ve got some good news?” I whisper.
“what?” dad says. I grip y/n’s hand.
“were together now” i say smiling down at y/n she grins up at me and i peck her forehead. Scott and Malia holler, clearly they were listening and y/n blushes hiding her face in my chest.

“i love you” I say into her hair.
“I love you to dork” she mumbles back.

So guess who got so wasted Friday night that she fell down and sprained both her ankles. It’s yours truly.
The next day when I woke up I felt like absolute shit. Because I had lost control and things went bad.
I also happened to be watching the Force Awakens while I was in bed. I only caught the last 20 minutes. And I found tears rolling down myself constantly. I kept hearing the whisper. “The Force is calling to you..just let it in”
And all of a sudden I felt engulfed in so much love and everything felt peaceful. I cried some more because it felt so weird to feel so at peace when I couldn’t even walk. Did I tell u it was both my ankles?
And then I started laughing because…think about it I got sopping drunk that I fell down and sprained both my ankles. I mean who does that? And I was laughing HARD!!
I visualized an energy healing my legs everytime I iced them. I slept all day and I woke up that evening with next to no pain.

Bad things happen. I wanted to use it as an excuse and mope all day. Hell I did. I called my mom and cried my heart out. And then Star Wars reminded me that Universe was right there with me. And it truly did feel like I had a guardian angel with me yesterday. And I really truly saw that if something really bad happens to us..it is for a reason. It changes your perspective. It shows you just how strong you really are.
It’s like Abe said sometime we let the resistance build up so high that it takes an avalanche to release it. And that’s what I got.
Now I’m glad that I have an excuse to stay in bed all day and watch YouTube videos while my friends pamper me.

if steve has to die in civil war the only way i’ll accept it is if his death scene is gay and cliche af. he lies dying in bucky’s arms. bucky says something about how he can’t die he just got him back!! there’s some symbolic thing of steve giving bucky the shield as a prelude to buckycap. there’s forehead touching. seb stan does the thing where he cries while looking really hot and really gay. they either cut out all the sound or play some slow depressing music in the background. a montage of people looking sad follows. natasha beats up a punching bag. sam’s running shoes lay neglected in a corner. bucky drinks himself unconscious in a seedy bar. tony does the same but in his penthouse. everyone contemplates the meaning of the death and the universe.

i fucked up i’m sad now and I did not think this through well at all fuck me


“It was scarlet fever. The children are alright, they’ll be fine. Except… I’m so sorry, sir. The little girl, Jane, she did not survive. She died, sir.”

“What is it? He’s never cried before. Not for all the blood and all the death, not for his young students from VMI, not for his friends, not for anyone.”

“Not so, Sandie. I think he is crying for them all.

Gods and Generals (2003)


A/N: This is going to be my own chaptered story that I’ve been wanting to write. I’m so excited to continue this and I hope you can enjoy it. I hate the lack of SungYeol fics so I had to write one myself, let me know what you guys think!

Plot: Sold from home you are given up to the royal family for the sole purpose of pleasing the child-like prince, Lee SungYeol.

Genre: Smut/ Angst

Word count:1223

Part 1/?


When you were taken from your family you had so many questions. Why? What did you do? Was your older sister not good enough?
“Unnie! Mom! Dad!” you cried while you were dragged from your home. Why did they watch? There was not one ounce of emotion in their faces as they watched the youngest daughter being forced from her home and her family.

You had been sold. Sold to the royal family. You were at a ripe age in which they could use you for multiple kinds of tasks. Your family needed money and the castle needed workers. You had no choice in the matter. As soon as those guards broke down your door, your fate was sealed. You didn’t resent your family for sending you away, you didn’t know how to feel.

Once you were taken from your home, you were brought to your new home, or hell more like. When you heard you would be serving the one and only, Lee Sungyeol, you wanted to scream. He was next in line to rule the country.

You always heard that he paid no attention to his servants and that his female servants were only used for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The sound of being a complete doll to someone raised a fire in your stomach. You were no man’s plaything, though it seemed like that’s what you were to become. Being pulled in a cart full of other girls, you looked up at the sky. It was about to be night time, the sky had melted into a beautiful mix of pinks and orange with a hint of purple. It was your favorite time of the day, it wasn’t day and it wasn’t quite night yet but it was gorgeous.

The wagon jerks to a halt and the other girls gasp in surprise. A soldier jumps off his horse and comes back to the cart.

“Time for you to get out, you’ll be cleaned and presented to the Prince. From there decides your fate” he bluntly states and starts to guide you and the girls out of the cart. This would be interesting.


Inside the palace, Prince SungYeol sat bored as he was presented girl after girl. None of them were anything special, half of them were stick thin from being of poor descent. He rolled his eyes as another girl was dragged in. She looked decent as she had been dressed up but she looked ready to die at any second.

“What can you offer me?” SungYeol spoke unamused.

“Anything you want, Prince” She kneels before him. He counted this the 50th time he had heard that response today. SungYeol sighs.

“Put her with the rest…I’ll decide later” SungYeol turns away with disinterest.

“Right away my lord” one of the two guards who stood at the door of his chambers replied and dragged the girl out.

You sat outside the room and watched as the pulled the girl out and dragged her off to some new place. Where would they bring her? You wondered. Would you go to the same place?

You looked down at the dress that you’d been forced into by some older women who still served “his highness” and thought, what would he think of you? But then you thought that you weren’t here to be on his good side, you were here against your will.

“You’re next!” the guard beside you shouted unnecessarily. You got up and walked into the glorious bedroom of Prince SungYeol. You looked around but the guard shoved you and called out “Look before you, fool!” and you fixed your eyes forward.

Sitting before you was a young man who looked ethereal. He was gorgeous and the way he dressed made him look worth a million dollars, which he was honestly. You couldn’t tear your eyes off him and you kind of gawked at him.

“Who are you?” he asked with an attitude.

“I’m _______, my Prince” you spoke softly.

“Well, ______, why should I keep you in my palace?” SungYeol looks up at you. His brown eyes pierce yours and you feel your heart skip, his glare was intimidating but you couldn’t break under his gaze.

“I can prove myself resourceful in multiple ways. I can cook, clean and-”

“Can you amuse me?” SungYeol interrupts you.

“Excuse me?”

“Will you do whatever I want, no matter what it is, or how embarrassing?” a smirk grows across SungYeol’s lips. You hesitate. What did that mean? Why would he want to degrade you? You were already below him.

“Well…? I’m waiting” SungYeol groans impatiently.

“I-I…suppose” you stutter and this brings a smile to his face.

“You suppose? Was it not a given when you were brought here that your job was to listen and do as I wish?” SungYeol finally found something to do, you were different. You weren’t ready to give yourself away to him which made him want to assert himself more. He was so tired of these girls that rolled over when he said to, he wanted to assert his dominance and have something interesting besides the sticks that he was given.

“Yes but…I don’t think-”

“You don’t think what?”

“I shouldn’t have to give myself to you, I provide services, not my whole being” you became flustered. As a virgin, you obviously weren’t ready to give yourself to some pompous prick of a prince.

SungYeol laughed to himself. You broke the flow, he expected another “anything you wish” but he got the rebellion that he hadn’t expected.

“I’ll have fun with this one” he mumbled to himself.

“What is the verdict, my Prince? Shall we dispose of this disrespectful wench?”

“No, put her with my favorites. I’m interested in this one” he smirked and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“As you wish” your arm was seized and you were pulled out of his room. Where were his “favorites”? And why were you being put with them?


A separate section was created in the palace for these favorites supposedly. It was like a small home for the 5, now 6 girls living in there. You were thrown in with them right after your meeting with SungYeol. The girls had analyzed you and deducted that you were nothing special. The oldest girl was SooYoung, who seemed to be in charge.

“Why would you be put in here with such beautiful girls such as ourselves?” she scoffed disgusted.

“I had no choice” you defend yourself.

“It doesn’t matter. He’ll realize that you are nothing anyways” she groans and turns from you. You bite your tongue and go to find your room. It was the room of a girl that was gotten rid of. You felt sad, you hadn’t meant to kick out that poor girl. This was the way things were you supposed.


Later that night a shabby looking boy came by with a message.

“What do you want, MyungSoo?” SooYoung groans at the boy. Despite the shabby clothes, he wore, his face was quite attractive. He must be a servant.

“Prince SungYeol requests to meet with, _____, tonight,” he says “I will escort you, miss _____.”

SooYoung looks at you with some kind of smugness.

“He’s going to get rid of you tonight” she smirks.

“We’ll see” you retort and follow MyungSoo to see what SungYeol wanted.

She's Always Here - Fred Weasley Imagine


Hey there Kristian! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where instead of Fred dying, the reader’s [ whichever family member of your choice ] dies in his place, and what would ensue afterwards?

A/n: I decide to choose the readers little sister but if you don’t have a little sister then oh well! I’m sorry! Also, if you really want to cry a lot and feel sadness please listen to ‘Tenuous Winners/ Returning home’ while reading this!

•(L/s/n) = Little Sisters Name•

•(Y/h/n) = Your House Name•

•Warning: This Is A Very Very Sad Story! (I cried so much while reading this! I think it was because of the music!) Reader’s little sister dying!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

It was over. The war was finally over. All the fear and panic was finally gone from my system. Harry did it, He defeated He-who-must-not-be-named. He defeated him just like the prophesy said he would, Lily and James died for Harry. Their life was avenged just like the rest of the innocent lives that Voldemort has taken. Muggles and witches and wizards have been avenged because we all worked together as one. I slowly walked hand in hand with Fred, my boyfriend, in search for his family and my little sister, (L/s/n). (L/s/n) has crossed over my mind many times during the war, fear seized up in my chest as we went our separate ways during the war.

~We ran hand in hand away from the death eater that was chasing us. “Bombarda!” The death eater shouted making (L/s/n) scream, our hands were separated as we both flew into the air. The dust in the air soon faded as (L/s/n) and me looked at each other from across the massive hole in the floor. We both looked down the hole to see the death eater that was chasing us fell through it and fell to his death. “Can you jump this far?” I asked her, she shook her head no “It’s okay! We’ll find another way!” I said quickly looking around for a way to the other side “No! Well get caught by another death eater when we find a way!” She said looking behind her then turning back to me “Then what do we do?” I asked her “Well go separate ways” she stated “No! I’m not leaving you alone! your my baby sister!” I exclaimed “it’s the only way!” She said quickly “No!” I screamed “It’s my job to protect you!” “I’m growing up (Y/n)! I’ll be fine!” She said giving me a reassuring smile “Fine! But be careful! I love you!” I said sadly “I love you too!” She replied before turning around and starting to run away from me.~

(L/s/n) was just like me, but we were different ages. I was out of Hogwarts but (L/s/n) was still in school, both of us were put in the same house. (Y/h/n). She’s a 3rd year student, we both had the same hair, the same eyes, but different noses, she has our dad’s nose and I have our mom’s nose. I only went with her idea during the war because I knew how brave and strong she was for just a little girl. Most of the school knew her, she was kind to all, loving, humorous, and so much more. She’s a special girl to me. The teachers would tell me how she would help other students with their homework or how kind she was to everybody and just being an over all amazing student. I remember when she was just a first year and me and the rest of the gang (Fred, George, Lee, Neville, Ginny, Harry, Ron, And Hermione) would show her around Hogwarts. She would always laugh and scream when Fred gave her piggy back rides, the smile on her face was just beautiful and warm.

I spotted Fred’s family and a bunch of other people circled around something but didn’t see (L/s/n) any where near them. She was probably with her friends comforting them because that’s what she would always do for anyone. I came closer to see that all the people that was around the something was crying. Mrs. Weasley turned around her eyes red and puffy, tears trailing down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n)” she said sadly “What?” I asked quickly “Excuse me! Move please!” I said loudly letting go of Fred’s hand then pushing my way through the crowd to get to the middle. I reach the middle and scream, falling to my knees. There she was. My little sister, (L/s/n). On the floor, with her eyes closed, dry tear stains on her pale cheeks. Her hands on her stomach, I crawled over to her and held her little limp dead body against me tightly crying into her shoulder “No! Please! Please! (L/s/n)! Please! I love you! I love you!” I cried, I looked up looking for Madam Pomfrey to see her behind some people.

“Madam Pomfrey! Please! There - There has to be something you can do! Please!” I sobbed my voice cracking. She looked at the ground “Please!” I screamed again but she shook her head “There’s nothing I can do. I’m so sorry.” She said quietly “No! P-Please! She’s just a little girl!” I cried “She has a whole life ahead of her! Please! Please!” I begged. Madam Pomfrey begins to cry, she remembers all the times that (L/s/n) had went to the Hospital wing to help her with patients or with anything she needed help with. I begin to rock back and forth with (L/s/n) still tight in my arms “You’re too young. Please come back. I miss you so much.” I whispered pushing her hair away from her face. I kissed her cheek and took in her scent, the smell of floral flowers filled my lungs, the smell that I would miss the most. I looked up to see that everyone has taken out their wands and were slowly putting them up. The end of their wand lighting up, everyone remembered her and loved her as much as I did. They remember the little things that she did that made them smile, laugh, or just lighten their day up.

I felt arms wrap around my back, I start to cry more as I feel Fred’s salty tears hit my shoulder “I’m so sorry” he whispers rubbing my arms. I gently lay (L/s/n) back down and turn around to face Fred. He engulfs me into a tight hug as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and wrap my legs around his torso. I sob into the crook of his neck as he sniffles and cries, whispering little things into my ear. But I don’t hear his voice. All I hear is the sweet and innocent voice of (L/s/n)’s last words in my ear. “I’ll be fine… I love you… I’ll be fine…I love you. I love you. I love you” Fred walks me away from the crying crowd of people still surrounding (L/s/n). Fred rocks me back and forth to try and comfort me but nothing will work. I have this giant hole inside of me that will never be filled. “She - She wasn’t supposed to die. She was supposed to live and… And be happy… And find love.” I whispered closing my eyes shut tightly just wishing that all of this was just a nightmare and that I would wake up and find her sleeping in her dorm. “I know, it’s unfair.” Fred whispers stroking my hair gently, “But she’s never gone. You don’t see her, but she’ll always be with you. Because she loves you so much.” He mumbles putting his hands in my hair making me look at him “She’s always here” he says giving me a sad smile, I nod quickly before crying again. I miss her then and I miss her now but I will never forget her.


I did not think I would die, I don’t think I thought anything, it was just terror, realizing that no one was to come, and watching the sky get darker, and feeling the cold start in. Always I screamed and screamed. I cried until I could hardly breathe. In this city of New York, I see children crying from tiredness, which is real, and sometimes from just crabbiness, which is real. But once in a while I see a child crying with the deepest of desperation, and I think it is one of the truest sounds a child can make. I feel almost, then, that I can hear within me the sound of my own heart breaking, the way you could hear outside in the open air–when the conditions were exactly right–the corn growing in the fields of my youth. I have met many people, even from the Midwest, who tell me that you cannot hear the corn growing, and they are wrong. You cannot hear my heart breaking, and I know that part is true, but to me, they are inseperable, the sound of growing corn and the sound of my heart breaking. I have left the subway car I was riding in so I did not have to hear a child crying that way.
—  Elizabeth Strout, My Name is Lucy Barton

I got tagged by @paxdracona to do this thing!

A - age? 27
B - biggest fear? I’d like to say something less pathetic, but… spiders. Nothing has a bigger fear-based physical effect on me than spiders.
C - current time? 21:14
D - drink you last had? multi-vitamin drink
E - every day starts with? Waking up, feeding cat, showering, getting dressed, breakfast
F - favourite song? I have so many and they change every once in a while. I honestly have no idea.
H - hometown? Eersel
I - in love with: My fiancé Stefan and my cat Shaggy
J - jealous of? People who make friends easily and have amazing confidence.
K - killed someone? That’s the question for K? I did super dramatically write two (I think) names in my Death Note about ten years ago. Oh, those teen years.
L - last time you cried? Two days ago I think. But shortly.
M - middle name? None
N - number of siblings? A younger sister and a younger half-sister
O - one wish: To not be ashamed of who I am anymore and to be comfortable with talking about myself 
P - person you last called/texted: My fiancé. Something about our wedding.
Q - questions you are always asked: “What do you do for a job?” and then “Oh? What do you draw then?” 
R - reasons to smile: My friends, music, art
S - song last sang: Careless Whisper by George Michael
T - time you woke up: 08:30. Didn’t get up immediately though.
U - underwear colour: Right now? Black
V - vacation destination: Probably France. I’m not that much of a vacation person though.
W - worst habit: Nail-biting, and not being able to be happy for other people.
X - x-rays you’ve had: None
Y - your favourite food: Pretty much all fish and shell fish. I’m happy if it’s from the sea :P
Z - zodiac sign: Capricorn, though I’m nothing like a Capricorn 

“It’s me, Ryan,” Gavin cries, and his voice is breaking a little, but his eyes are furious, “How could you think I’d ever hurt you? Could ever betray you like… like that-”

“Because I never thought you’d do this,”

I FINALLY DID IT *dies on floor* major thanks to angel for helping me with this <3

But yes Trust is an amazing story you should all read!  ive been a huge fan of Whalehuntingboyfreinds work and looking forward to every new update that i had to make fanart since ive been meaning too for a while >w<

Now to cry over feels and wait for the next chapter