i want to drown in these pictures

Yoosung meets a woman that has an uncanny resemblance to Rika at his college and becomes infatuated with her and begins neglecting MC

@rfascenariios hahahahaha, so I sometimes accidentally open blogs and then end up scrolling through and I found this, even though I have a mountain of other head canons to work on, but I just love this so much, so here you go.

  • It started with a picture that Yoosung posted on the messenger
  • “I found Rika! Or, at least a woman that looks just like her! She’s in one of my classes and her name is Yumi!”
  • He wasn’t wrong. She did look just like Rika.
  • Yoosung talks about her constantly, getting to know her at school
  • Now, he and MC have been dating for about a year and a half now, and she gets kind of worried about the fervor in which he is treating Yumi
  • Yoosung gets invited out to a mixer with his friends, so MC is invited along and Yumi is there
  • MC gets to talk to Yumi and she’s nice enough, but admits that she has her sights set on Yoosung
  • When MC tells Yumi that she and Yoosung are already dating, Yumi says, “Really? Because he treats me more like his girlfriend that he does you.”
  • After the mixer, MC asks Yoosung if he loves her, and he says yes, of course, but she’s still really nervous about the whole thing and not sure if she believes him
  • And his talk of Yumi continues to escalate, because she started asking questions about Rika and emulating her
  • Eventually, MC tries to express her hurt to Yoosung about the whole thing via messenger, but he doesn’t understand why she’s all bent out of shape
  • Zen and Seven get in on this as well, basically trying to explain what’s going on in MC’s head, but Yoosung refuses to listen
  • It’s not until Yoosung skips a date with MC to hang out with Yumi that things get ugly
  • She’s hurt, but she doesn’t let it affect her too much, hoping he still loves her
  • Zen even yells at Yoosung for doing that
  • The next day, MC shows up at his school to drop off his lunch, which she always brings for him on Tuesday’s, but Yumi sees her first, says that he’s busy studying and, without being a student, you can’t get into the library, so she’ll take the lunch to him
  • As soon as she has the lunch in her hands, she tells MC, “Yoosung and I went out on a date, by the way. You should probably stop bringing him food. He’s moved on.”
  • MC walks away in tears
  • She goes onto the messenger and says that she needs to break up with Yoosung, as much as it breaks her heart, because he doesn’t love her anymore
  • All he loves is a memory of Rika and the woman that looks just like her
  • He doesn’t see it until after his class with Yumi, and he ends up frozen for a few minutes just staring at the message… until Yumi reads it over his shoulder and offers her condolences
  • Yoosung, having been snapped out of it, says he needs to go find MC and talk to her, he doesn’t want to break up, he doesn’t understand why she would do this
  • However, she’s busy drinking with Zen and Jaehee, her phone is turned off, and Yoosung doesn’t know where she is
  • That night, MC stumbles back home, still super drunk, and realizes that she accidentally went to Yoosung’s apartment
  • Now MC is about to turn away when she checks the messenger and sees that he wants to talk about this, so she decides that now is as good as ever…
  • She gets her phone out to start recording because she knows she won’t remember in the morning
  • ….only to walk up the stairs to his apartment to find that Yoosung’s kissing Yumi
  • MC drops her purse out of shock, and when he hears the sound, he freaks, and tries to push Yumi away (what he was trying to do all along)
  • MC doesn’t hear him calling after her and just half stumbles, half runs away
  • She posts a picture on the messenger of Yoosung and Yumi kissing
  • “I thought he wanted to talk to convince me not to leave him. Guess I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.”
  • Zen tries to jump to his defense, saying that Yoosung looks uncomfortable, like he doesn’t want it, but MC just says, “I need to go drown my sorrows in ice cream and romance movies. I’ll check the messenger once a day from now on. Don’t worry about me.”
  • She does as promised, sits at home, crying, eating ice cream, and watching anything with a romance premise
  • Her coworkers worry about her when she’s at work because her eyes all puffy and red, but she just explains that she had a really bad break up
  • One coworker offers to beat him up for her once they hear the details, but she declines
  • She tries to get Jumin’s advice on killing her emotions so she can stop hurting
  • Yoosung finally manages to ambush her a few days after she saw him kissing Yumi at her apartment before she leaves to go to the grocery store
  • He explains that Yumi was there trying to help him (or so she claimed), then suddenly grabbed him and kissed him. She then tried to convince him that MC didn’t love him and only Yumi could
  • But Yoosung knows better, he feels like a jerk, and realizes that Yumi is nothing like the Rika he knew (which wasn’t necessarily the real Rika, but he doesn’t know that)
  • He begs MC to take him back
  • MC states that they’ll start with the dinner she’s about to make, and they can go from there
  • They go grocery shopping, then cook and eat together
  • He ends up kissing her goodbye at the end of the night
  • And twenty minutes after leaving, he comes back and, just-
  • This impulsive, loving yandere child just drops down on one knee with a ring in his hand
  • A few weeks later, Yumi has made no further progress with Yoosung and is getting frustrated, and when MC shows up on campus again to give Yoosung his lunch, Yumi goes to confront her…. then sees the ring on her finger
  • Before Yumi can approach to ask what’s going on, Yoosung is there, kissing MC, giddy as ever to see her
  • Yumi is forced to walk away and save herself the embarassment
I Brought You My Bullets as different emos
  • Romance: listens to a lot of classical music, very similar to desert song emos
  • Honey, This Mirror: seems really chill most of the time but will become concentrated frothing rage in 0.002, seconds, favorite member is frank
  • Vampires Will Never Hurt You: vampire fucker. wishes they could have been in the helena music video.
  • Drowning Lessons: lowkey wishes they were dead, obsessed with idea of being in a band, hurts their head when they headbang
  • Our Lady of Sorrows: enjoys taking blurry low-quality pictures, wants a tattoo of an anatomically correct and broken heart
  • Headfirst for Halos: really loves danger days, wishes that there were more my chem music videos, wants to learn how to do backflips
  • Skylines and Turnstiles: loves the attic demos, draws pictures in class exclusively in red and black ink, is alright with anime
  • Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: likes to make aesthetic blogs and has too many, would actually fight every member of my chemical romance
  • This is the Best Day Ever: does a lot of non-emo things such as watching "how it's made" videos in their spare time, but still owns four pairs of fingerless gloves.
  • Cubicles: keeps up with gerard's twitter, also listens to ludo and death cab for cutie. loves ray toro with a passion.
  • Demolition Lovers: cannot stop crying when lotms even gets mentioned, ponders existence often, actually shies away from sunlight
  • Desert Song: wishes tape decks were still a thing, in love with mikey way's hair, sometimes will consider using sharpie and writing lyrics on their arm or shoes

if you’re reading this
(and i hope you’re not reading this)
the poems are a lie.
i get by without you,
most of the time i’m smiling
and it doesn’t feel like i’m drowning.
you are not the only thing i breathe for.

if you’re reading this
(and i’m so embarrassed if you’re reading this)
the poems mean so much less than my words
and if you rely on this as our sole way of communicating,
the picture is being painted all wrong
and i don’t want you to think this is all that i am
and believe me when i tell you
you should believe me, not them.

if you’re reading this
(and i kind of hope you’re reading this)
i loved you in the purest way i’ve ever known
and i hope the poems remind you that you destroyed it
and sometimes it still hurts to touch
and i can’t stop touching it some days
because some days,
i still can’t believe love gave up on us.

if you’re reading this
(and i’m so angry if you’re reading this)
i’d ask you why you’re still reading this
but you won’t even talk to me,
ask myself why i’m still writing shitty poetry about you,
ask the sky why neither one of us can let go
of something so wrong for us.

if you’re reading this
(and i know you’re not reading this)
at least i’m not talking to myself again
but here i am, talking to myself again,
knowing you don’t even care enough to read this.

—  if you’re reading this

heather chandler is red. that’s her thing. she is red. think about heather chandler dying. i picture something bloody. something grotesque. stabbed or shot or something.

she dies by blue. there is no red.

kurt and ram are blue. they want the blue girl. their balls are, well, blue. think about them dying. i picture something clean. poisoned or drowned or something.

they die with red. there is no blue.

I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975

They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.

Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”


“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”

Stan (ft. Dido)
Stan (ft. Dido)

Eminem - Stan (ft. Dido)

“Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night”
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late - I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall"

I’m being swallowed by nostalgia
Drowning in concepts of time
Of things left behind
Of people
And things changed
Of memories
In picture frames
I miss some things
There is a lot I don’t
But the most of all
I wish I could show him the
darkroom inside my mind
Developing photographs
Of my past life
Just as he wants
To show me his
I’m not afraid of what was
Because of what is
—  Eros J. Belle

Hey 😊 can you a make a boyfriend scenario like you did with sf9 rowoon but with Taeyang if you can ☺

A/N; if you guys request they dont have to be similar to previous requests like feel free to request like [brother, dates w/ , first kiss, breakup w/, etc.]

  • personally this is everything i’ve ever wanted 
  • like hella bias wrecker right here
  • when he asked you out he sang a cute song 
  • cause he was too nervous to just confess face to face
  • him lightly singing in your ear when cuddling or lying together
  • dance lessons with taeyang 
  •  then these lessons turn into dance battles pretty quick
  • him getting jealous when you beat him in Just Dance 
  • goes from like a cute teddy bear to like a hella daddy in .0234348 seconds 
  • i can only imagine him being awkward on your first dates 
  • like he takes you out to out to a cafe
  • and when he reaches to get his drink
  • he pokes himself in the face with the straw like i believe this would 100% happen too
  • such boyfriend material
  • hypes you up
  • you could be wearing a legit trash bag and he would literally hype you up so hard 
  • gets super shy when the other members mention you in conversation
  • when he’s on tour he sends you cute voicemails everyday
  • sends gifts to your doorstep without telling you
  • love to send handwritten letters instead of texting you cause he thinks its more romantic that way 
  • once this random box appeared on your doorstep and you were so confused like tf i dont remember buying shit
  • but when you opened you almost started crying 
  • there was a a Polaroid picture matching everything that was sent in the box
  •  like the there was a teddy bear that had a Polaroid picture wrapped around it neck 
  • and it was a picture of taeyang playing one of those claw machine games thing 
  • then there was this really pretty necklace that had both of your initials with it 
  • and the corresponding picture was him holding up your necklace while he was wearing his 
  • along with many more cute things that he sent you 
  • like some clothes, dried flowers, souvenirs 
  • showers you in gifts
  • welp more like drowns you in gifts
  • im actually weeping writing this 

Originally posted by daw0ns

Originally posted by sf9drabbles

gifs not mine

B.A.P Reaction to their idol-S/O having an accident on stage


Anon :  could you do a b.a.p & nct 127 reaction for when their s/o has an accident on stage like falling or slipping bc of rain, passing out from over working, or just anything you can think of. thank you!

(I’m sorry that I only did b.a.p, we changed our rules and now you can only request one group! It would be too much otherwise.)


He was scrolling through different news-articles on his way home from the studio. Seeing your name made him stop in his tracks, he read “Y/N collapsed on stage”. His eyes went wide and he hurried back to your shared apartment. You greeted him at the door, no words said, he just took you in to his embrace and held you. “Please..Y/N..I know how hard it can be to be an idol but please take care of yourself more. For me please, I love you so much and this worried me a lot.”

Originally posted by stanbap


Your boyfriend was practicing B.A.P’s new dance in their practice room. Suddenly his phone rang, he thought it was weird but checked it anyway since it could be you calling. Seeing your name on the display he picked it up and answered with a smile. His smile faltered when he heard your crying voice over the phone “Babe what has happened??” he asked worriedly. “I’m at the hospital, I fell on stage and needed help with my breathing..BUT I’m fine now. Can you come pick me up?” You didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence before he was out the door and on his way. “I’m on my way, I love you.”

Originally posted by dailydoseofhimchan


You closed the front door as quietly as you could and tried to sneak past Daehyun, limping a bit, sitting at the couch watching some drama. But as soon as you passed he turned his head towards you and said “Y/N, you know that you aren’t as discreet as you think, now come here I want some love.” With a sigh you limped to him and sat down next to him looking down at your lap. 

“Hey what happened? Did you hurt your leg?” He asked taking your hands in his. “I-I fell during rehearsal today and hurt my leg pretty badly.” You answered and looked at him. “What should we do with you Ms. Clumsy?” He said with a soft but soothing smile and smiled back at him. “Be more careful next time okay Y/N?”

Originally posted by daehdream


He was away on ‘Party Baby Tour!’ and he finally had some free time so he looked through his feed on youtube until he saw one video named “[Fancam] Y/N falls on stage due to rain”. He instantly clicked on it and he saw you dancing to your newest song in high heels, then he saw how you feel down on your butt and weren’t able to continue the performance. Youngjae went out from the app and called you. “Hey Youngjae..” But before he could answer you continued talking “Do you even know how embarassed I am right now? And also my butt and legs hurt really badly.” 

“Y/N..baby, you shouldn’t have worn high heels and also not performed in rain, I hope your manager learns from this. But you sound pretty okay now..and to be honest it looked kinda fun..” “Yoo Youngjae, f you and you are also hurting my pride.”

Originally posted by choker-youngjae


He was monitoring you on stage backstage, it was your first comeback stage with your newest song. You wanted to have him there as support and he would never say no to you. Until he saw you fall after you did a jump in your dance and land on your elbow, the cameras shut off so he wasn’t able to see you anymore so he hurried out to the stage. Seeing you lying there with staff around you he noticed your arm was bent in a weird way and realised that you had broken your arm. Running out to you and holding your hand he said “Y/N are you okay? Does it hurt!?” And you answered “Firstly, idiot of course it hurts! And secondly, Yes I am okay but I would appreciate if you followed me to the hospital.” Shocked he looked at you wondering how you weren’t screaming of pain but he slowly nodded and placed a kiss on your hand. 

Originally posted by daematos

Junhong (Zelo)

Scrolling through his instagram feed one of your fansites popped up (he follows a lot of them tbh) with a picture from your new dance practice video. You were wearing only a crop top and shorts and the one who posted in the caption about how skinny you had become. Junhong looked closer at the picture and realised that you could actually see some ribs and your thigh gap did not look healthy at all. Worriedly he texted you writing “Hey babe, do you want to come over after practice is done and eat with me? I’m feeling like drowning in food today x” 

You answered “Junhong.. you know I can’t, I’m on a strict diet.” He answered back “Y/N, you have no say in this, you are too skinny it doesn’t look healthy I think you could gain some kg’s without getting hate comments(But always remember that I love your body no matter what) I love you.”

Originally posted by missbaptan

//Admin Kisu❤️


Just a few of my absolute favourite fics that I’ve read. This list will keep being updated as I read more, and as I rediscover the links to the ones I’ve already read but lost in the sea of my likes!! Also feel free to recommend fics (PLEASE DO) bc i am down to read all of them ✨

Also, absolute must reads : 💘 ; smut : 🔞; new additions! : 💥

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Hwarang: Hansung.

The only reason I started watching this drama was Kim Taehyung, but I admit that after the first two episodes it got me hooked. But that doesn’t mean that I forgot about Hansung because everytime he appeared on screen I started smiling like a fool and feeling so proud.

Before the drama started and the character pictures were posted, everybody was sure that Hansung looked like that character that will die. I just laughed it off, “they wouldn’t kill him on his first drama”, but now…

Now it became true and I can’t really blame anyone, yes they did me so dirty, making me cry till I’ll drown in my own tears and it was the first time I sincerely cared about a character, and seeing him go… I just, it felt so real, and he only wanted happines and peace, Hansung.

I’m happy that there are only two episodes left, because otherwise I don’t think I could’ve watched it till the end, without my heart breaking while waiting for Hansung to appear.

I want to applaud Kim Taehyung for his acting and for being such a wonderful person, and… I can’t wait for his next drama. * but i swear to god if he dies in that too i’ll cut somebody*

You keep waking up with your breath aflame. Your body murdered by the gnarled imagined thing that trails your sore swamp water dreams. You keep waking up to visions of bloodstained hymnals, a bounty hunter, amidst the bushes, asking for the price on your head. You keep waking up to a messenger whose voice reverberates like war bells. Someone who tells you of the night and how it’s already planning the deforestation of your grave. 

In another patch of grey, in the womb of a waterfall, in a hotel bathroom, two lovers kiss and their hands begin to change shape. Butterflies in chrysalis. Droplets of water clinging to naked chests. Picture: Pangea, personified. Some vagabond, bearded old man with a walking stick, his eyes cloudy from seeking the fury in everything, his arms wrecked with scars that glimmer like little ugly mirrors. Picture: Pompeii on the run from an angry mob, her feet maimed and crooked, passing the cathedral where her brother tried to drown her in the baptismal font, the cypress tree where her mother left her brain to rot, the town where they tried to burn her at the stake. The villagers are scornful & indignant, always posing the question, when did girls first begin equalling to wolves?

I hate you and I want you. I keep losing myself to manholes and empty highways, to the warmth of your opaline lips. Every moment I spend thinking about you is another moment wasted. Burnt away. And yet I keep finding myself clambering about in circles. The dip in your cheeks like angel dents, your green eyes, your love affair with life, how my limbs grew tidal against your arms. Our revenants catching up to us. Our souls leaving us. The bats watching, the crows watching. Sliding gently, as if by the will of god himself, out of our skins in the park, by the lake, in the funeral home where you set your history to rest. Places where the dirt bites into my knees and I worship your endless heartbeat, your sick humor. How the skies crown you king. 

YOU SEEM TO HAVE DIALED A WRONG NUMBER. THE TELEPHONE CHORD SEEMS TO HAVE SLITHERED UP YOUR DAINTY NECK. Are you experiencing discomfort? You seem to be struggling, you seem to be in pain. Tell me, is this what death feels like? Your esophagus sore from trying to keep your intestines all inside, your eyes unblinking, tire tracks lining your throat, wires climbing your throat, his fingers pushing into your throat. Your throat’s become a war zone. The blood never ends.  

my head, my heart, my liver, stored in separate vials, a bow to the Egyptians / a decaying banana peel / an emerald flecked with gold like splatters of god’s blood / the sun on its seventh leg / the telephone chord I wielded to kill myself / his shirt / his jacket / a rusted bird cage / a child’s tooth / an ECT device / bite marks / scratch marks / the shriveled remains of my childhood home / a wedding ring procured from the kitchen sink / expired eggs / two broken marionettes with twin expressions of horror staining their faces / a corpse hanging from the moon. 

Someone just asked if Ebo is doing all right because I guess I haven’t been posting much about him lately.  All three birds are doing well!  Earlier this month, Poke bird turned 13 and Orzo turned 6.  In a few weeks, Ebo will be 14.  I got a cute video of him singing along to the radio that I wanted to post, but he was so loud he drowned out the radio…  I don’t take many pictures or videos of Poke bird because she HATES my cell phone, which is my primary camera.  Also I’m mad at her because she’s been calling me Shober (Shobana + goober) for three weeks nonstop. >:(

Bird playtime has to be separate because of the ferrets.  The birds are out longer since ferrets sleep a lot, but I take way too many pictures and videos of the ferrets because they’re still super young and that won’t last long, and they’re the first young ones I’ve had in like a decade.  I went through the excessive photographing stage with each of the birds a long time ago too.

Here’s gentleman Ebo after his last bath.

Just Soakin’ In It

Based on this glorious picture of Not Blaine, because I couldn’t resist no matter how much I tried

And throwing some body positivity in the mix because why the Hell not.

Kurt comes home earlier that day, because the heat of the city is just too much to endure it any more–all he wants is to come home, get rid of his clothes, take a shower, maybe drown in it for a minute or ten, and lounge in front of the fan Blaine found at the flea market and that they repaired together.

And suck on ice cubes.

The first sound he hears upon entering the apartment is Blaine whistling softly, almost absentmindedly and Kurt can already feel the stress of the day lifted from his shoulders at the sound.

It comes from the bathroom, so they apparently had the same idea–no big surprise there, Blaine doesn’t like the scorching heat more than Kurt does–and a different kind of activity comes to his mind.

They could shower together, maybe even linger in the tub together? Oh yas, with tepid water and just enjoy each other’s presence …

And if it turns into something hotter (no pun intended), well, they’ll be able to clean immediately, won’t they.

The thought is barely conceived in his mind that Kurt already starts taking his clothes off, marching towards the bathroom.

But he freezes in the doorway.

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I’ve read a lot of “stiles talks about Derek to people and nobody believes him” and god knows this trope will never grow old to me.

But listen.


Alpha!Derek in a universe where the Hale!pack is a real thing, with puppy piles and pizza nights and beach days with everybody. Derek happy and loved with a solid pack around him.

Now, imagine this Derek having to go back to New York for some reason, and his old college friends inviting him to crash at their place. And they are happy to see him again, because honestly they were so fucking worried.

A few years ago Derek was this taciturn, closed off student in their history class. The one they only started trying to talk to because he looked like a murderer and Drew had a creepy obsession with mystery books at the time. The one that took months to tame. And even after that, Derek used to cringe when they tried to touch him, only answered with vague sentences and sometimes had this awful, awful terrified look or almost stopped breathing for obscure reasons.

Honestly, Jess and Jason had a plan for the end of college, where they were going to marry each other and adopt Derek, then spend their lives taking care of him. Jess never wanted to have a kid anyway, so it was a win/win.

Then he disappeared in the middle of the year. And never came back. So now that he’s back in town for two weeks, they are putting the plan back on tracks.

Jess and Jason have prepared a room just for him, and Drew and Cynthia and Jim have basically created a settlement in the living room with a lot of pillows and air beds.

When Derek arrives, he is the same as always, all silences and tiny, tiny smiles. They learn after only ten minutes than laura’s now dead and God, this man’s life is so awful that Jess has to bodily prevent Jim from petting Derek while crying.

And they try not to suffocate him too much and respect his boundaries. Really. But God he is just too tragic and they fail. badly.

And the more derek talks about his imaginary friends, the worst their worries are. Because they would have doubted anyone trying to convince them the live this perfect life inside a mansion with all their best friends in a weird hippie’s way. But this is Derek. Their Derek.

And while they know he does that to reassure them, it’s only making everything worse.

Also he named one of these imaginary friends Stiles. Derek’s not-really-my-boyfriend-but-he-is-perfect is called Stiles. Derek is oblivious, Jim is two days away to just ask him to marry him -straightness be damned- just to show him that people love him there, and Drew is trying to organise an intervention.

So they are with Derek in a park, because it’s sunny outside and they have this idea that forcing Derek into the sun will maybe chip off a little bit of the tragedy that surrounds his life.

And the pack arrives.

Because they wanted to surprise him and make good memories in New York and not let him alone with bad memories (also, Erica and Scott want to make stupid pictures at the top of the Empire State Building).

So Derek’s friends only have the time to see Derek looks more constipated for a seconds, then Smile, big and amused with all the cute bunny teeth and the dimples. Then he is drowned under what seems to be a football team made of underwear models.

And I just want to read a PoV of Derek’s friends while living the pure insanity that is the pack.

They all pile over Derek and sleep on each other everywhere, like the most aesthetically pleasing orgy ever. Derek touches them all the time, and they touch right back, and it’s so surrealist.

One day Jim walks on Derek’s nails getting painted by four girls, each one with a foot or a hand in their hands. Derek is laughing. Jim moonwalks back into his room to freak out.

Also, Stiles is real. And really freaking hot. And smart. And funny. And salty. And disgustingly in love with Derek. Jess and Jason speaks to him for five minutes before treating him like a long lost beloved friend. Drew and Cynthia tries to hit on him anyway, because come on. They have eyes.

Anyhow. I just want stories of the pack in New York, trampling all over derek’s bad memories and being lovable dorks all around him while Derek is happy.

And his friend just go along, trying to understand if their friend didn’t fall into some Weird new age sexual sect. (Also why the pictures of the wolves? Because I wanted to. That’s pretty much it. But look at their awesome faces)

anonymous asked:

Hello~ How about reactions of RFA (+Minor Trio if you don't mind it) where MC is very stressed and her way of relaxing is taking naps​ in a bathtub fully clothed, with the water freezing cold (like... numbing cold). How would they react finding her like this? (I just realized how weird this request is;;) Have a nice day!

Hi~ Have a nice day too! Also MC wtf
[ Admin Jiyeon ] 

RFA + Minor Trio and an MC who takes naps in cold water 


  • So, he came home from his practice and he was not really tired, expecting to hear footsteps and someone greeting him
  • But no one did
  • “MC?.. where are you?” 
  • He had doubts. 
  • He was all ‘omg is she cheating on me?’ ‘was I not enough?’ ‘WHAT IF SHE’S IN TROUBLE OMG NO’ ‘WHAT IF SHE WAS KIDNAPPED’ 
  • And so, he ran upstairs and opened every door and he opened the bathroom last.
  • There was MC, laying down on the bathtub, fully clothed, soaking in cold water
  • “Babe?! BABE WHAT THE HELL?!” ANd with that, she woke up, panicking
  • “What what happened?! oh.. zen. hello.”
  • And so when  MC explained it was only a hobby, he was all
  • “..okay..” and slowly walked out
  • He would find her like this some times but he got used to it


  • It was a usual day, he was drowning in LOLOL while trying to wait for MC to come home from work
  • But he didnt notice that MC already came home a few hours ago
  • And when he entered the bathroom to have a nice cold afternoon shower, he shrieked when he saw MC in the bath. 
  • He got sc a r e d and thought MC committed suicide
  • he started sobbing and holding MC’s hands saying ‘I love you please dont die! dont die’
  • And when MC woke up confused to a very sad Yoosung holding her hand
  • omg she could not contain her laughter
  • after explaining, Yoosung huffed and hugged her tight 
  • “I love you please dont leave me.”
  • But, even when Yoosung sees MC in the position at random times, he still gets a little worried


  • It was a normal day at the cafe and MC got a little stressed out due to one costumer and she excused herself
  • luckily, it was almost closing time so Jaehee closed the shop to find MC
  • MC was soaked in the tub and Jaehee shrugged
  • She wanted to join so she took off her slippers and joined MC
  • When MC woke up, Jaehee grinned and said ‘let’s relax together, shall we?’
  • And they usually do this now after closing time for at least an hour
  • She did find it a little weird though but whatever makes MC happy, she’ll be happy
  • and when they do relax, they always play some classical music in the back and boom 
  • their night would be good


  • After Jumin came home from a long day of work, he expected MC and Elizabeth to come and greet him 
  • but only Elizabeth came
  • And he was all ‘???? where is my wife.’
  • He went to the bedroom and bathroom and when he found her laying down there in the bathub just chillin’ in freezing cold water
  • he found it weird af
  • “MC.. what are you doing.”
  • Cue MC just jumping up, stuttering and explaining this weird hobby of hers
  • Jumin was confused as fuck like how- why- what the fuck MC why are you like this
  • He just shrugged and left the room, drinking wine to forget whatever he saw
  • Since that day, MC tries to be more secretive about her hobby lmfao


  • This shit here thought it was a good idea
  • And he was all “hey mc let’s prank yoosung”
  • Ofc you  agreed, because it will be hilarious 
  • He took a pic of you just pretending to drown and a distressed Saeyoung. 
  • He acted and Yoosung fell for it
  • ANd when they admitted it, Yoosung was all
  • i hate you guys why are you like this
  • but on a more serious note, he’d be very weirded out but he’d join you and try to pursue Saeran to join it as well 

Jihyun Kim/V:

  • okay so this nerd was looking for you because boi wanted to picture you
  • but when he saw you in the bathtub, he just took a 11/10 aesthetic worthy picture of you 
  • Expect him to have an artistic quote for it 
  • But he would grin adorably and wake you up with a towel and clothes prepared for you
  • “Darling, if you wanted to sleep, tell me, water is not a good way but I still love you.” 
  • Kisses on the cheek and forehead
  • Blushy af MC
  • “I’ll be waiting in bed, I’ll dry your hair for you, honey.”
  • He’s just being a sweetheart about it even though he kinda found it awkwardly weird


  • he just rummaged throughout the house, just screaming ‘MC MC WHERE U AT’ and when saeran found MC
  • he s c r e e c h e d
  • poor baby was like yoosung and he got paranoid
  • oh no no no no no 
  • he was all mad at himself and was all ‘MC dont leave me please I need you!” 
  • And when MC woke up and explained
  • ‘of course i wasnt worried, i just needed a person to be with’ “I was just.. you know concerned because stuff!” 
  • Acting all tsundere, huh?


  • kay so this boi wanted to let you know that he is going to work somewhere in Florida 
  • but where the fuck were you
  • he was a little worried because sometimes you’re clumsy since tangled wires are literally covering his house and it was a little messy
  • ‘evEN YOUR HOUSE IS MESSY, VANDERWOOD’ “shut up saeyoung”
  • he finally found you-
  • what the fuck
  • mc please get out and take off your clothes at least please?  that’s not nice to look at ok
  • but bean here still loves you 
  • even if he scolds  you for this particular hobby
Otayuri fic recs bc I want my sons to be happy

I Won’t Put This One on Instagram (6,132 words); they get outed by a picture Phichit posts online

admiration in falling asleep (4,000 words); roommates!college!au feat. trans yuri

The Drowning of Silence (3,506 words); yuri can hear a person’s thoughts when he touches them

One for the Road (6,129 words); get together future fic

The Prince (and His Fairy) (3,860 words); Otabek is injured while skating

if the sparks didn’t glow (we would know) (3,214 words); 5 times they get cockblocked and yuri is upset about it and 1 time he isn’t

down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em (7,180 words); get together fic that is very cute and features yuri crying at a viktuuri wedding