i think i need to hide


“Yeah, it’s challenging because sometimes you can’t see. But it’s really–I think it’s a beautiful mask. I like both wearing it and not wearing it. I dunno, it’s hard to say. The theme of it, of people that are you know, hiding behind masks. I remember from the original one it was part of the Star Wars world that we really didn’t want to take for granted. That people just wear masks for no reason. So we tried to–at least, for myself, tried to figure out why he was hiding. Why he needed it.” (x)

December/Winter Themed Sentence Starters

  • “Who needs a sled when you can use a broken street sign instead?”
  • “Surprise the other side of the snowball war by hiding rocks inside your ammunition.”
  • “I can’t feel any of my toes, but it was worth it.”
  • “A white Christmas is a myth around here.”
  • “All I want this year is to be able to leave my house at some point during the winter.”
  • “I think all the hibernating animals are onto something here.”
  • “Can we go look at Christmas lights tonight?”
  • “Nothing says ‘happy holidays’ like staying inside and playing rage games together.”
  • “Jumbo jet, normal sized, or mini marshmallows–which is the best tasting size and why is it mini?”
  • “If you don’t get sick off of egg nog, you’re not doing the holidays right.”
  • “Only 364 days left until Christmas!”
  • “I’d love not to work during the holidays, but you know… corporate greed.”
  • “Trust me, when you break your arm in a horrible sledding accident, you’ll be grateful that doctors work through any holiday.”

animeboy2296  asked:

Do you still love kaneki or has his actions diminished it ?

There’s nothing Kaneki can do to make me love him less. I love him. He’s to blame for his situation in that he ultimately made poor choices, but that doesn’t mean I’m not rooting for him. I am.

What frustrates me about Kaneki’s character is not Kaneki himself so much as it is the way everyone orbits around him. It’s not helping him; it’s actually hurting him. Characters like Touka (though I adore their relationship) and Tsukiyama and Hide are enabling him and for the latter two, they almost always have. (Touka did not in the first TG.) Kaneki wanted his mother to put him first and she should have; but Touka always putting Kaneki and his comfort zone first (and his friends doing likewise) is not helping him. There should be a balance.

He abandoned the Qs and needs to be held accountable for that. That’s why I think the narrative should not sacrifice Mutsuki for Kaneki. If Mutsuki is too far gone Kaneki is even further gone, and unless the narrative wants to portray this orbiting as a good thing, it can’t do that. Mutsuki’s had the opposite problem: no one’s sticking with him except Aura Jr who is enabling him all the same. That’s why I believe Mutsuki will definitely be saved from his insanity:

There should be a balance between orbiting someone and abandoning someone. Touka and Urie are the characters most capable of doing this, I think, for their respected eyepatch-wearing love interests.

Beautiful Walls

Why does everyone have such a hard time with emotional walls? Are we all supposed to give away the valuable parts of ourselves to anyone that wants it? Are we supposed to let our souls soar through the wind to be grabbed at random? Every time I cross the threshold, I get a good reminder of why my walls are great and how strong they keep me.

Walls are SMART! I don’t believe they make one weak. It doesn’t make me less transparent or less willing to be real (in fact, it’s probably the opposite). It doesn’t mean I don’t understand myself or my needs. It doesn’t mean that I’m hiding from something. It doesn’t mean that I think you’re intentions are bad or false. I’m not suspicious of you or your actions. It simply means that I protect what I am and discern who I allow in. I like to invest time and energy in those I care about and believe their trust must be earned. It’s reasonable to expect the same in return. When I slip up and open a window, my barriers end up stronger than before; I’d even say I’m more locked inside an steel vault, but I don’t see a problem with that. It’s called living and learning. Anything less would be nonsensical.

My walls are beautiful to me.

voltron workplace au

it’s like the office but bad 

  • lance: “hey can i have some water?” shiro: “it’s not water”
    • lance: “ooh, vodka ;) i like your style” shiro: “it’s vinegar” 
    • lance: “what-” shiro: “it’s vinegar
  • lance is the public relations manager 
  • he shows all potential business partners his tattoo that he got at 16 on a dare. it’s a badly drawn melted pizza slice that says ‘sizling!’ underneath. the typo is deliberate 
  • pidge works in IT nobody knows how old she is or how she got this job
  • pidge: “shiro do you dare me to eat these pencil shavings?” shiro: “no”
    • pidge in tears, crunching on pencil shavings: “are you happy now?!!?!” shiro looking into the camera: “….”
  • keith is the receptionist and when people try to talk to him he slowly slides under the desk until he’s out of sight
    • but they can still see the fluffy tuft of hair at the top of his head bouncing as he silent-laughs 
  • shiro: “ok allura from HR is coming today to inspect things. keith get your arm out of the fish tank”
    • keith: “but it feels nice” shiro: “for god’s sake”
  • building security: “mr garrett i’m here to tell you that you parked your car in two parking spots and that’s against the rules” hunk: “shh can you hear that?”
    • security: “…hear what?” hunk: “can you hear how little i care?” 
  • nobody knows pidge works there cos it’s technically illegal but they sometimes see a small green child out of the corner of their eye like an office ghost
  • shiro: “ok team how will we hide pidge when HR visits?” lance looking up at the vents: “i have an idea”
  • lance: “oh hey keith. fancy finding you here” keith: “this is my desk?”
    • lance: “so i was thinking…i mean….are you free on friday? you wanna grab a drink with me?” keith: “but i have drinks at home in my fridge i don’t need any more”
    • lance: -__- 
  • pidge throwing a stapler at the wall: “SOMEBODY BROKE THAT”
  • hunk: “everyone in this office suffers and takes the stairs but i found a secret tunnel on my second day and it takes me only 5 minutes”
    • pidge: “it’s a broken elevator shaft you could die”
    • hunk: “live fast die young bad girls do it well”
  • lance: “i have a date this weekend”
    • lance: “they cancelled” keith lowering the fire extinguisher: “oh that’s ok then”
  • allura: “wow your office is impeccable!” allura opening the fridge door and it breaks and hangs off its hinges: “wow never mind!” 

To a sailor, honest or not, the sea was always a threat. Even on the kindest days, she could be deceptive. Still waters and clear skies never lasted long, hiding storms behind the horizon.

It was Yurio who first spotted the flash of color in the water, sounding the alarm. Scales of red and gold hiding amongst the glittering blue of the sea under a bright summer sun. Glimpses of a tail flirting out from the wash of the waves, never permitting a solid look.

“How many are there?”

“I can’t tell.”

“Is it a school?”

“I think it’s only one.”

“They’re not like sirens, they aren’t solitary.”

“Look, there, see!”

“It’s circling us…”

“Well that’s freaking great. Exactly what we need. What kind is it?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen one with a tail like that before. Usually mermaids–”

Chris had to seize onto the powder monkey to prevent him from plunging into the water, nearly knocked overboard by the expanse of Yuuri’s wings. The siren had sprung off his perch on the crow’s nest with a sharp cry, diving straight into the water below.

In the split moment before he hit the surface, it broke from beneath with the vibrant flash of gold on scarlet fins. The mermaid leapt into the air, colliding with the siren. Webbed hands grasped onto Yuuri’s feathers, dragging him down into the sea.

Neither reappeared. The surface settled.


“Yuuri– it grabbed him, he’s gone!”

“I don’t see them!”

Victor came running. He threw off the sash tying his pistols to his hip, ready to leap in after his siren.

The ocean erupted. Droplets of water burst up into the air like diamonds, propelled over the ship with the force of Yuuri’s wings. The siren shot up into the sky, twirling as he flew. His arms were wrapped around the mermaid, waist encircled by its tail. 

Yuuri’s forehead was tipped against the mermaid’s, smile split across his face. The sound of combined laughter filled the air, wondrous and uplifting in its power.

Yuuri peaked above the tops of the masts, stilling in his ascent. The two fell back into the water. Yuuri’s wings pushed them across the surface as they rolled in the waves, splashing with abandon. Their chatter barely reached the ship, excited, like that of two friends reunited.

The men on board stared, watching the siren kick up water with his wings, splashing at the mermaid. Who proceeded to grab his shoulders, shoving Yuuri down under the water without any sense of fear. He cackled openly when Yuuri emerged, spitting out sea water with a playful scowl.

“….Your bird’s friends with a freaking mermaid?!” Yurio  demanded, spinning to glare at Victor.

“I had no idea,” Victor answered, pouting a bit as he watched Yuuri’s lips move rapidly, able to see it even at a distance but unable to hear the siren’s hushed words.

“How delightful life on board this ship has become,” Chris remarked, leaning forward to try to glimpse more of the mermaid. “He’s quite cute, do you think the tales of them growing legs on land are true?”

“We’re all gonna die,” Yurio muttered. “Drowned by mermaids, eaten by sirens…”

From out on the water, the mermaid shouted out something in shocked delight. His brilliantly colored tail slashed through the waves as he tugged Yuuri back to the ship by the hand, waving enthuastically at Victor. “Hiiiiiiiiii!!!”

Victor blinked, slowly waving back. From down below, Yuuri blushed. The mermaid beside him grinned, sharp white teeth contrasting his dark skin.

“Yep, all dead,” Yurio quipped while Chris and Victor shouted down a greeting.


I wake up to a weight in my chest.

I can’t breath.

It feels as though there is an anchor attached to my spine trying to pull me down into the earth.

Someone is holding me down.

I can’t find the strength to fight them to sit up.

My mom comes into my room,

Get up.

I can’t.

She says,

Take a shower and we have lights for a reason use them.

I can’t.

She says,

Eat some breakfast.

I can’t.

I say,

Mom this is getting to hard, I can’t ignore it anymore, I think I want to try medicine.

She says,

No. Stop being weak. Fix your own problems.

But mom I can’t.

This isn’t me.

Help please!

I feel trapped inside my body.

Like my depression has possessed me and taken over.

I’m inside my body, hiding in a deep dark corner, scared.

Mom please listen!

I need you, Mom!

Mom where are you?

Mom why don’t you listen?

You say you want to help but all you do is hurt.

I say,

I don’t want to be here anymore.

She says,

Get over it.

I scream.

She threatens to commit me.

She ignores me.

Yet acts like she can read me like a book.

Originally posted by diiscontent

The Point

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Billy angst

AN: Hi. Hello. I’m just going to leave this here and bury myself in my backyard. 


“You have third period free, right?” The boy that Y/N was partnered up with in chemistry, Chris, was standing next to her locker. He nodded. “I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow, then? See how much we can get done. God, I just hate how Mrs. Lewis just piles these things on us as if we have nothing else to do,” Y/N switched the books she had in her hands for the ones needed for homework that night.

A ruckus down the hall caught Chris’s attention, but Y/N knew who it was. Chris looked over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes, getting ready for the interaction. Chris sighed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We can go over the homework, too. I’m sure I’ll have some questions,” Chris started backing away as Billy and his friends got closer.  

“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called out to Chris. He gave a wave and turned around down the hall.

“Don’t leave on my account, Williams,” Billy yelled down the hall, his voice booming. Chris ignored him and turned down the connecting hall that would lead him to the parking lot.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, Williams!” Billy’s voice turned menacing as he and his friends made their way after him. Y/N grabbed Billy by the back of his jean jacket, trying to hold him back.

What are you doing?!” Y/N screeched at Billy. Billy whipped around, cornering Y/N at her locker. He slammed his hands on either side of her head, making her jump.

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where will they live?

inspired by this post

a while ago i wrote this as a thank you to someone who was very kind, and helped me out when i was in a tough spot. they were nice enough to give me permission to share it with all of you, so -

a fish may love a bird, but where will they live?


when runhilda was just a hatchling, a little boy with big eyes fed her bread and called her pretty even before she was. he always had bruises on his face and arms, and his clothes hung off him, but he always had soft words for her, always gave her his bread crusts even though he needed them more than she did.

when runhilda is older, and goes by runa, she throws off her coat of feathers and steps from the river onto the land. she towers over the teenage boy, stretching past six feet with flowing white-blonde hair and her arms and thighs like tree trunks. “you need this more than i do,” she tells him generously.

he looks on in confusion as she takes her coat of feathers and wraps it around his shoulders. he transforms into graceful, powerful swan. he transforms into a something that can fly away from his miserable life.

“give it back to me one day,” she says, “when you don’t need it anymore.”

she pats him on the head, and he gently nips her hand before he opens his wings and takes to the sky.

runa watches him go wistfully. she’ll miss her wings, but she’s never had legs before and she’s eager to take them for a spin.


she tracks down the boy’s mother who’d been so cruel to him, and no one is ever ready for a giant naked woman to burst into their pub and start yelling at them, but runa still thinks she screamed too much. she’d threatened the woman with everything from a sound beating to dire legal action, and she and her husband leave town with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

this has worked out for runa nicely. she thinks running a pub could be fun. she goes upstairs, and none of the tiny woman’s ridiculous clothes will fit her, obviously, so she goes through the husband’s closet. she thinks she looks rather dashing in trousers and suspenders and a crisp white button up. she puts a newsboy cap over her curly mass of hair for good measure, and winks at herself in the mirror. this being human thing is off to an excellent start.

then she goes downstairs and realizes she’s scared off the staff and patrons. the patrons she’s not too worried about this. this is dublin, and no one even died. as long as the alcohol keeps flowing, they’ll be back.

as for the staff ….

she goes to the river and recruits as many curious sisters as she can. she walks back to her pub with her arms laden with feather coats and a dozen gorgeous naked women all as tall as she is trailing behind her.



the seamstress adores them, since most of her sisters prefer the pretty, full bodied dresses that many of the human women wear, and they all have to be custom made to fit their large shoulders and thick waists. runa sticks to her trousers and shirts, and acquires a collection of newsboy hats.

her pub quickly gains a reputation, as it should. it’s staffed by beautiful women who have no problem with ending a bar fight personally, and physically throwing the offenders on to the street. there’s a strict look, but don’t touch policy that all of the patrons take advantage of, running their eyes over the beautiful barmaids. of course, quite a few human men and women catch her sisters’ eyes, and more than one dazed and pleased human has left their pub half dressed in the mornings.

no one catches runa’s attentions, until a slim woman with dark skin and dark eyes takes a corner table in the pub. she’s in an opulent grey dress, and her hair is carefully pinned into an elegant style, with a glittering necklace around her throat. no woman as wealthy as this one should be in runa’s establishment, or if she is she shouldn’t look miserable about it.

“here,” her sister pushes two mugs full to the brim into her hands. runa glares at her, but she’s already turned away. she resents the implication that she’s that transparent.

she still walks over to the woman and sits across from her, pressing the drink into her hands. she looks startled, but not upset, so runa leans her elbow halfway across the table and asks, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. runa’s filled with a determination to have her smile like she means it.

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i’ve seen so many people say “wow can you believe how bad dan and phil are at hiding secrets” and i’m like…it’s not them. it’s all of you who are so incredibly obsessed with digging into their business and preaching it to the world as though it’s nothing when obviously this is something that they are extremely excited for and wanted us to be surprised. i am so fucking tired of the phandom’s incessant need to invade on dnp’s life and expose every move that they make, thinking that it’s okay. fun fact: it isn’t. think about how you would feel if it was you, you probably wouldn’t be happy that your fanbase ruined a major announcement.

just maybe calm down and look forward to surprises for once instead of fighting to be the first one to expose it.

His Royal Fury

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Tony, Steve, Thor, and Natasha)

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; implied rape

Words: 1570

A/N: This turned out a lot longer than I expected it to, but… it turned out pretty well. I went a little away from the anon request but it basically follows what was asked:

a Loki x reader imagine where reader is basically getting harassed and she doesn’t tell Loki, and when he finds out he’s furious? Something with the prompt “did he touch you?” and it ends with the guy who harassed reader getting caught by a very angry Loki and lots of cuddling and fluff

Enjoy, guys!

You hadn’t been sure about Loki at first. When he had first moved into Stark Tower - or Avengers Tower, as it was now referred to - you made an effort to avoid the younger Asgardian prince as much as possible. He couldn’t be trusted, and it was as simple as that. At least, you thought it was.

The two of you had bonded late one night, when everyone else was asleep. You had a nightmare, and had taken to wandering the tower, stumbling upon Loki in the library. The two of you had bonded over your mutual love for books, and an uneasy friendship had formed. And from that uneasy friendship, over the course of a rocky few weeks which turned slowly into a smoother few months, something beautiful bloomed between you and Loki. Yes, he still had issues, but you helped him through them. You helped him realize that there were better ways to solve problems then through violence.

You helped him learn how to love again.

Loki was a perfect gentleman, and all that a person could ask for in a boyfriend. Despite his reputation, he was sweet and loving. He cared about you, you were his love and his redemption, and he’d be damned before he let anything happen to you. And if he found out someone was hurting you, well… he’d make them wish for something as sweet as pain.

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Can we talk about something? I’ve seen a lot of back and forth on whether or not Jughead regrets what happened with Toni so here’s my take on 2x06.

While it’s true Jug never vocalized how he felt about his kiss/make-out, I don’t think he needed to. Not after we see him make this face as Toni leaves the kitchen. To me this look says it all:

Regret. Sadness. 

Now let’s think about his narration here. He’s talking about masks and letting them down and having others see what you’re hiding. In this brief second his own “I’m fine” mask falls away and we get a glimpse at what’s really going on inside his head.

He then goes on to talk about the masks going back up, which leads us to the diner scene. I know this exchange between him and Toni is a thorn in the side for some, but I have a different take so hear me out…

At this point, he still thinks Betty doesn’t love him or want him. Couple that with his serious mommy abandonment issues and you understand why he isn’t exactly pushing Toni away. He’s taking what he can get, a consolation prize. But Toni sees through his mask and lets him down because she knows he’s not over Betty and whatever happened with them was just a rebound. His face goes from upbeat to a little angry at her words. He know’s she’s right - and the truth stings. He also looks a little fazed when she shuts him down. Not because he has romantic feelings for Toni per se, but rather he can’t believe he’s getting rejected again by a female, and even worse, by one that wasn’t even his first choice to begin with. He’s probably thinking “what is wrong with me and why won’t anyone love me” but instead of talking about it, he puts on his “I’m fine” mask and just goes with it.

I don’t hate what happened here. It feels realistic and relatable. I do hope think we’ll get more from him once the kiss+ comes out. Aside from Jughead not telling Betty about it, I’m okay with things as they stand. 

P.S. - let’s not forget another driving force behind the kiss and postmortem chat - establishing Toni’s bisexuality and to make it clear nothing more will happen between her and Jughead in that way moving forward.

Ezra!Barry Allen x Reader (Justice League)

Originally posted by starwarsolo


1.9k words.
Just plain cuteness with this absolutely adorable dork. I’m in love with Ezra’s Flash. Justice league was amazeballs. Enjoy.


You ran up the steps to Barry’s apartment, using your jacket to shelter yourself from the rain pelting down. Water was dripping down your cheeks, but some of the drops were tears.

  You hadn’t had a good day. You couldn’t focus in any of your classes at college today, because your mind had just felt fuzzy. To top it all off, you received a mark back for a paper you had worked so hard on, and failed it. Today was just a right off, and you knew it from the moment you woke up in that dull haze. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, but for now you didn’t feel good at all.

  Once you got the door unlocked, you stumbled through the entrance and slammed the door closed against the wind.

  “Barry?” You called out, earning no reply. You knew he would most likely not be home yet. You originally had been going home after college, but decided to ask if you could stay the night at Barry’s since you weren’t feeling good. When you texted and asked, he replied and said of course, and to make yourself at home.

  You walked through to Barry’s bedroom, dropping your bags on the floor, and then walked into the bathroom. As soon as you stepped under the warm water you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You let the water drench your hair, as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. You attempted to wash your hair, still crying. In that moment, you felt like the tears would never stop.
  Just as you were washing yourself, you heard a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump.

  “Y/N, I’m home,” Barry said.

  “H-hey,” you replied, coughing. Your voice was raw from all the crying.  “I’ll be out in a minute, I’m almost done.”
  “Are you alright?” Barry asked, obviously noticing something was wrong.
  “Yeah, I’m fine. One second,” you said.

  You finished up washing yourself, and then turned the shower off. You stepped out and rubbed a circle in the fog on the mirror. Your ghost of a face stared back, dull and tired. Your eyes were puffy and red from the crying. There was no chance that Barry wouldn’t notice.

  You realised you forgot to bring in a change of clothes with you, so you wrapped a towel around yourself and opened the bathroom door. Barry was sitting on the end of his bed, taking off his shoes, and then looked up when you opened the door. He smiled at you, but it quickly faded once he took in your red eyes. He was in front of you in a second.

  “What’s wrong?” Barry asked quietly. His brows were drawn together in concern. You couldn’t hold in the tears, and you looked down and let out a short sob. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” Barry said, drawing you into his arms. He didn’t hesitate, even though you were soaking from the shower. You cried into his chest, the tears spilling easily down your cheeks.

  “I- I just didn’t have a good day,” you tried to say through sobs. “My mind was messy all day, I couldn’t focus, and then I found out that I failed that paper.”

  “Oh darling, I know how hard you tried on that,” Barry said, and you could feel his breathe on your ear.

  “I’m such a failure!” You cried, “what if I start to go down hill with my marks? I study so hard and this is what I get. I can’t do anything right!”

  “Hey,” Barry said, moving so he could see your face but still held you in his arms. “You are not a failure. You’re so intelligent Y/N, and you can do anything you want. It’s just one mark, it’s going to be okay.” Barry had moved his hand so he could wipe stray tears that stained your face. You sniffled, and looked up at him. Thoughts of self hate kept swimming around in your mind, how you weren’t good enough. Why would Barry want you? You shut your eyes, tears threatening to fall again, and looked away from Barry.

  “Why do you love me?” You whined, however it came out like a cry. Hardly distinguishable.

  “What? I didn’t get that sweetheart,” Barry responded, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

  “I said, why do you love me? I can’t do anything right Barry, I feel so worthless.” Tears kept escaping your eyes, and you felt like they were never going to stop.

  “Y/N,” Barry said in a serious tone, “look at me.” You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. Your eyes met his concerned ones. “I love you so much, please never doubt that. I love you because you’re smart, you’re so kind,” he lay his palm on your cheek, “and you’re so beautiful. It hurts to know that you’re thinking about yourself in this way.”

  You had mostly stopped crying now, staring up at Barry in awe. He was always so sweet to you. He cared for you more than you felt you deserved. You’re heart was full. “I love you,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks, “thank you.”

  Barry smiled a small smile down at you. “You can always call me if you feel like that again, okay?” You nodded. “How are you feeling now?”

  “Better,” you said.

  “How about we get comfy on the couch and watch a movie?” Barry asked, and you smiled widely at the idea.

  “I’d like that a lot,” you replied, standing on your toes to peck him on the lips.

  “Great,” Barry said, and then leant his head down to kiss you deeply. You kissed him back, and you felt loved and cared for.

  “You always make me feel better,” you said softly. “Can I have a shirt please?”

  Barry chuckled, “of course.” He walked to his set of draws, pulling out a black shirt and handing it to you.

  “Thank you,” you said, taking it and walking back to the bathroom to dry off and get changed. Barry’s shirts were always pretty big on you, due to your height difference. His shirts came halfway down your thighs.

 When you came out of the bathroom, Barry was in sweat pants and was pulling a faded red shirt over his head. You watched his toned back disappear under his shirt and he turned around.

  “Ready?” Barry smiled.

  “Yep,” you said, walking over to him.

  “Good, come on then,” he said, walking out of the bedroom. You followed, and then fell onto the couch. You watched as Barry went over to his small kitchen and pulled out a packet of chips from the cupboard. He walked back over and sat next to you on the couch. You curled into his side, tucking your legs next to you, and Barry wrapped his arm around your waist.

  “Comfortable?” He smirked.

  “Yes,” you giggled.

  “Alright, movie time.” Barry said.


  You both finally agreed on a movie, after about 5 minutes of scrolling through names and alternating saying no to them. However, by halfway through you had fallen asleep from the tiring day you’d had.

  Barry was still wide awake when a knock sounded at the door. He frowned, confused as to who would be coming around this late at night. Who would be coming around at all technically, since he had hardly any friends.

  Barry carefully sat up, careful to rest you onto the couch without waking you up, and then walked to the front door. He opened it a crack and peeped through. Bruce Wayne stood on the other side.

  “It’s just me Barry,” he said.

  Barry’s stomach dropped a little. He didn’t want any of the league members to know that you existed. He wanted to keep you as safe as possible. It was bad enough that he was The Flash, but working with Batman and the rest of the superheroes? He didn’t want to risk it.

  “Oh! Bruce, hey,” Barry said, speaking quietly so that he wouldn’t wake you up. He had the door open slightly, careful not to let Bruce see you.

  “Are you going to let me in?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Er, yeah- no! I’ll come out,” Barry said quickly, and opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind him in less than a second. “What is it?”

  Bruce narrowed his eyes at Barry, gazing at the door behind his back. Barry’s heart beat fast, but Bruce appeared to let it go.

  “I came to tell you that you’ll need to come and meet with the league at my place tomorrow. There’s a situation that has come up, and we’ll all be needed for it.” Bruce said, looking a lot more serious than usual.

  “What is it?” Barry asked.

  “I’m not going to tell you here Barry. Meet at mine tomorrow at 10,” Bruce said.

  “Okay, fine,” Barry said. “Anything else?” Bruce didn’t answer straight away, and stared at Barry.

  “What are you hiding in there?” Bruce asked.

  Barry was so taken aback that he stumbled on his words. “Wh-what? No one! I mean nothing, I-” He mentally slapped himself.

  Bruce sighed. “Does she know who you are?”

  Barry didn’t reply, rubbing his tongue along his teeth and thinking. He had tried so hard to keep you a secret.

  “Barry,” Bruce said, and he was starting to look mad.

  “Yes.. she knows,” Barry said quietly and looked down. He was almost ashamed.

  “You need to be careful, you could put her in a lot of danger,” Bruce said.

  “I know, I know! I didn’t want any of you guys to know,” Barry said, frowning. “I don’t ever want her getting hurt.” Bruce was quiet for a moment.

  “How much do you care about her?” He asked.

  Barry stared at the ground, images of you running through his mind. He loved you more than anything. And the fact that you were asleep on his couch inside, and that he’d be able to go back and fall asleep with you in his arms, made his heart skip a beat.

  “I’d give my life up for her,” he said seriously, looking Bruce in the eye.

  “Okay,” Bruce said, “Keep her safe.” Barry could swear he saw a hint of a smile as Bruce turned around. “10am tomorrow, don’t forget!” He called out, walking down the stairs.

  “I won’t!” Barry called back, and then Bruce was gone.

  Barry stood there for a moment, thinking through what had just happened. Bruce Wayne now knew about you. However he didn’t know who you were exactly, just that you now existed. He sighed and looked down. He could keep you safe. He would never let anyone hurt you.

  Barry turned around and opened the door, walking back inside. You were fast asleep on the couch, right where he’d left you, only now you were sprawled out length ways. He smiled to himself, and turned off the TV and the lights. He picked you carefully up in his arms. You groaned and wrapped an arm around Barry’s neck, putting your head on his chest.

  “Are you awake sweetheart?” Barry whispered.

  “I am now,” you mumbled.

  Barry walked into his room, using his speed force to pull the blankets back quickly, while still holding you. He placed you down in the bed, and then crawled in next to you. You curled into his chest, eyes still shut, and Barry put an arm around your waist.

  “Goodnight sweetheart,” he said, and he heard you barely mumble a reply before you were fast asleep again.

This conversation was bound to happen, but you didn’t think it’d be this comical.  You knew your younger brother could put on a theatrical show, but this was something else.  

“Steve dude.  When were you going to tell me that you’re dating my sister.”

“When it became necessary.” Steve grinned at the younger Henderson as you let out a laugh listening to Dustin mumble something about ‘breaking the bro code.’

“But we tell each other everything!” Dustin’s smile grew as he couldn’t contain his happiness.  Putting his hand over his heart he spoke again, “I’m seriously offended that you felt that need to hide this from me.  I mean, my two favorite people getting together on the train of love, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

You leaned over to your boyfriend giggling at your brother’s antics. “He seems happier about us getting together than anyone else.”

“To be honest,” Steve laughed, “I didn’t think he’d take it this well.”


I just put 2 and 2 together, guys.

If “SAVE HIM” really refers to Wilford, then, by logical reasoning, he needs saving.

If he needs saving, then, by logical reasoning, that means something or someone is after him.


We already all know who’s after him.

“Colonel… if you can hear this, you better run.”

The Detective.

And if Dark is around too, as was shown by the red and blue glitches… then he was HIDING that message at the end of Mark’s video.

I think Dark told us to “S A V E H I M”.

And he put us back in Sister Location to tell us that. Which is back in time, in a way.

And he couldn’t tell us directly, so he told us the only way he KNEW we’d know.

Using the same jumpscare from a video starring Will.

What if Dark is still trying to protect Will from the Detective and/or Asshole Mark™?

fic editsHiding Place (ao3) by @alivingfire​ ​ - E, 365k

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.


1. Breathe, relax, reboot.

Calm down, stop getting upset: it happened, what’s done is done. Come up with a game plan for next time. Figure out what exactly triggered you. Did you have a bad day at work or at school? Did someone say something mean to you or hurtful? Did you get too excited about the low number on the scale and figured, “I can have one day to binge since I lost so much weight.” Finding out what triggers you helps you to start recognizing the red flags that pop up when you binge.

2. Don’t count the day as lost and just keep eating.

Like I said before, start your diet again right that moment. If you’re full, don’t eat until you’re uncomfortably full just to eat. Wait an hour, and work out. Trust me, it’ll take that bloated feeling out of your tummy and make you feel less guity.

3. Do better tomorrow.

I find that after a binge, I like to starve for 2 or 3 days to a.) Rid myself of guilt and b.) Drop the weight I gain from binging. Even deciding that you’re GOING to starve the next few days will help take some of the edge off the guilt.

4. Hide the scale for the next few days.

There’s no need to get depressed after seeing that number go out. Take a break from weighing yourself to get back on track.

5. Throw away (if you can) any tempting foods.

Sometimes after I binge I think to myself, “Well DUH I binged. There was a half gallon of ice cream in my freezer, a pizza, chips on the counter, doughnuts and cookies in the cupboard…it was an accident waiting to happen.” Luckily, I live alone, so I rarely actually HAVE these things in my house, but, on occasion I’ll stash my kitchen for my boyfriend or if my family comes to visit, so as soon as they go I now know to RID my house of these things or else I’ll just binge my face off and that sucks.

6. Keep busy after a binge.

Don’t dwell on what you can’t change. Don’t google thinspo: It may make you more depressed. Take a few hours away from thinking about weight, food, calories and do something relaxing for yourself. Watch a funny movie, read a good book, reorganize your closet, anything to keep your mind from guilt tripping you. You are in control of yourself and your thoughts: Don’t put yourself down for something that we all do on occasion.

7. Make an Emergency Binge Prevention Kit to dive into before you binge.

Stock it with your favorite gum, diet drink, lolli pops, teas, coffees, etc. Whatever will help you not binge.

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“I want you to go to that party. Distract the boy you met with earlier today. He sells J.J. We don’t need that stuff in Northside yet”

You were shocked, “How do you know about th-”

“I was at pops. You didn’t see me?”

You hung up, and tossed the phone across the room.

Now you were a drug dealer?

The shower turned off, you could hear scuffling, before sweet pea emerged from the bathroom.

He looked like an angel. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was wet, still dripping some water. Steam from the shower was behind him, the light illuminating the mist.

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Accidentally Touching Their Crotch

Kim Namjoon
Namjoon knew it was by accident but he couldn’t help but get hard. Your hand on his crotch for a split second was heaven. He would awkwardly laugh and shrug it off but deep down he really wanted you to do it again even if you were just his friend.

“Oh- Uh… *awkward laugh*”

Kim Seokjin
Seokjin wouldn’t think to much of it. You two were playing around and he knew it was an accident. He would probably be overdramatic about it telling you how much it hurt causing you to feel slightly bad.

“Ah Y/N, you’re so aggressive!”

Min Yoongi
I feel like he would playfully do something to you back. Maybe slap your ass a little too hard causing you to whine. He would probably get hard but also not make a big deal out of it considering you two was just goofing around.

“It’s your fault.”

Jung Hoseok
Hoseok would be awkward about it. He’d try to act like he didn’t feel anything so he didn’t make the tension weird. But by him adjusting himself and his nervous laughter, YA BOY KINDA LIKED IT.

“Ye- oh- uh-….”

Park Jimin
Jimin would try to be sexy by biting his lip but he would go back to being a cute mess 2.3 seconds later. He’d keep giggling not knowing how to control his emotions. You would kind of just give him a confused look while still smiling making him hide his face in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Y/N….”

Kim Taehyung
Taehyung probably wouldn’t even notice it since you both were all over each other playfully­. If he were to notice it I think he would just do something like tickle you back not really having any sexual thoughts in mind at the time.

“You’re so silly.”

Jeon Jeongguk
I know for a fact he would get hard QUICK. He’s really sensitive down there so any sort of brush can honestly trigger it. He wouldn’t be able to really hide it since he always has on grey sweatpants. He would probably excuse himself to go handle his little big problem.

“I need to use the bathroom for a second..”