i want to give him big hugs ok

Reading the History of Middle-earth series, I feel a bit sorry for Christopher Tolkien. When his dad died, he took on the monumental project of turning 50 years’ worth of disorganized (and sometimes borderline illegible) drafts and corrections and alternate versions, and turning it into a single coherent publishable story for the Silmarillion. And reading the published Silmarillion, I think that overall he did an excellent job. Using editorial license to harmonize the stories with each other and with the published Lord of the Rings was the right thing to do, because it made the Silmarillion far more accessible and publishable than it otherwise would have been. And I think that Christopher had the right to exercise editorial license, given that much of his father’s work was written to and for his children, especially Christopher.

But then he had to put up with an enormous amount of flak from people accusing him of re-writing his father’s stories willy-nilly. I’m glad that we got HoME, since there’s a ton of fascinating stuff in there, but I wish it had been published as an exciting expansion of the father’s world, not as a defensive maneuver against the son’s critics. The series is shot through with apologies. Christopher is constantly berating himself for changing even a single word of his father’s writings in the published Silmarillion. It makes me want to give him a big hug and say “it’s ok, you did an amazing job.”

Do you guys remember the dream that Chris had about Layne? It just totally breaks my heart 😢

Posted on 10/13/2008
The essence of a dream can follow you all day long. Sometimes two or three days. I have had dreams as a little kid that I remember like they were yesterday, though as time goes on these dream are sometimes hard to tell from actual events as they survive in my memory.
I am fascinated with the essence factor of dreams, period. They are as real as the essence felt from the ambience of an actual place, like a house you grew up in. Your favourite bar, or your school. The first Christmas tree you see every year, the smell of it, and especially songs. Some feelings these environments evoke are awful, some magical. All of them completely real.
Real enough that numerous cultures throughout history have believed that the dream world is every bit as important and substantial and a vital part of human life as the conscious state. Some mysticisms actually look at the world of dreams as being the “true and only world” and everything else an illusion. For my money, if you put an ice pick through your hand, I think it will prove to be a pretty fucking good illusion.
Last night I had a dream that has been following me all day like a sick dog. I was in a hotel near the house I grew up in. I was in a cafe that happened to be the lunch court of my elementary school. Various friends from my past were walking up and talking to me. In the middle of this scene walks Layne Staley. He looked much like he did the first time I met him. Shoulder length hair, clean shaved. Clear eyed and looking about 20 years old. I was so happy. Confused a little, but in a dream like this, I just wanted to accept the idea that there was some mistake and he was alive and well. He seemed happy and said was working on some new music project.
I woke up not long after that with the feeling that I had really just talked to him and he was somewhere doing just fine.
My next thought was one that has plagued me for years. Sitting in Kelly Curtis’ living room with about 30 people, all sobbing. We had just come from Andy Wood’s extra weird funeral-wake thing at the Paramount Theatre. It had these new age overtones that didn’t fit Andy’s life at all. There was an amazing film of Andy with Mother Love Bone band mates. All of Andy’s friends and family were there, mixed with a bunch of fans who I didn’t like but knew Andy would have loved. The fans went home. His friends went to Kelly’s.
We were crammed in a smallish living room with people sitting on every available surface. Couch arms, end tables, the floor. I was leaning on the back of one of the couches that face away from the rest of the room and toward the front door. I remember Andy’s girlfriend looking at everyone and saying “This is just like La Bamba” then suddenly I heard slapping footsteps growing louder and louder as they reached the front door and Layne flew in, completely breaking down and crying so deeply that he looked truly frightened and lost. Very child like. He looked up at everyone at once and I had this sudden urge to run over and grab him and give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be OK. Kelly has always had a way of making everyone feel like everything will turn out great. That the world isn’t ending. That’s why we were at his place. I wanted to be that person for Layne, maybe just because he needed it so bad. I wasn’t. I didn’t get up in front of the room and offer that and I still regret it. No one else did either. I don’t know why.
Years later, at Layne’s funeral, I was angry. I kept hearing the “twice as bright, half as long” speech and the “he was just too special for this world” nonsense that I had heard at so many other funerals for so many other friends that were so young and talented. I’m not sure why I was that angry. Angry at Layne? Angry at all my other friends for leaving me? Angry at the people running around in circles saying “I knew him best” or “I was the only one he really trusted”, angry at all of them for squandering what I thought of as brilliant futures that would make the world feel to me like a place worth living? Or maybe I was just mad at myself because he was dead, and one time I had a chance to pick him up, dust him off and let him know that there was a person who cared about how much pain he was in and I didn’t do it.
If I ever run into him in a dream again, I hope I remember to apologise.
Night all. Sweet dreams.
C

No, Don’t Kiss! (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Requested: YES!

Plot: Reader and Seb had been together for years, until they go their separate ways, however, the reader’s nephews miss Seb and help get them back together

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but please enjoy and feel free to request! I also got super carried away so it’s a little long

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore


It was your sister’s son’s birthday party, he was turning the big 13, he was a teen now, great. 

“Hey big guy, happy birthday! I got you this gift, and I promise to take you out later, somewhere fun, but don’t tell your mom.” You told your nephew.

He shook the box, “Is this a game? You know I’ve been wanting this game and mom won’t buy it for me, if you got it, I will love you forever!” He exclaimed.

“I mean, I guess you just have to wait until you open your gifts.” You winked, giving him a hug before making your way around to say hi to relatives and family friends.

“(YN)! I missed you!” Your younger nephew called out.

“There you are! You’ve gotten so big, if you keep growing one day I won’t be able to pick you up!” You laughed.

“No, you always pick me up, you can’t just stop out of nowhere!” He laughed.

“Ok, but then I’m going to get old and you’re going to be so much bigger and stronger than me.” You replied.

“Well when you get old, Seb can pick me up! Where is he? He always brings me presents.” He laughed.

“Um, Seb has work, so he won’t be coming today, plus, it’s your brother’s birthday, not yours silly.” You smiled.

He groaned, jumping from you arms and running away. Leaving you standing there awkwardly, catching the eyes of your sister, who was sending you a sad smile.

“My kids, they’re like us, they have no filter. How are you doing?” She smiled, leading you to the kitchen. 

You went on to tell her you had your good days and bad days, but you really did miss him, you just couldn’t blame him for working and living his dreams.


Weeks passed after the party, now months that you hadn’t seen Sebastian, or even received a text from him, which was odd, three years together and five years of friendship made the break up hurt even more. 

The more time you spent moping around, the sadder you got, looking at the pictures of you two together, even with your family. A whole new wave of tears, your family loved him, your nephews adored him, it had been months, close to a year, since they had seen Sebastian. 

At every single function your nephews would ask about Sebastian, your heart breaking a little bit more every time their eyes filled with tears when you told them Sebastian wasn’t going to show up.


“The boys want you to come over.” Your sister stated over the phone.

“What for? I saw them last weekend, I’m cool, but not that cool.” You replied.

“To…” you heard whispering, “to come eat dinner.” 

“It’s 2 in the afternoon.”

More whispering, “To come play the games you bought them and make dessert with them, you are their favorite.” 

“Something weird is going on, you sound like a robot.” You replied.

“JUST COME, SEE YOU IN 30 MINUTES!” Your nephews yelled into the phone.


So 30 minutes, later you were standing on the doorstep of your sister’s house with cookie dough and frosting. 

The door opened, revealing your sister and loud laughter from your nephews, “Come in.”

“What’s up with you? You were acting weird over the phone.” You asked, setting your things down and heading to the kitchen.

“Just go, they started without you, and sorry.” She said before zooming up the stairs.

“Hey guys, your mom is letting you bake with no adu- Sebastian, what are you doing here?” You gasped.

“(Y/N), I- Hi.” Sebastian smiled.

“I thought you were filming in Canada, at least that’s what I remember your calendar saying.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, um, I got a break for a few weeks, then the boys invited me, and I really missed them so I came.” He explained.

“Yeah, they do miss you.” You whispered with a sad smile.

“Go talk, we haven’t started anything yet. Go, get out of here.” Your oldest nephew rambled.

As soon, as the both of you were in the living room, he began talking. You talked for hours and hours, apologizing and forgiving with tears. 

“Now kiss!”

“No, don’t kiss! That’s gross.” 

“Just get back together, so we can make our cookies and cupcakes.”

Sebastian placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that fixed everything. 

“Let’s go work on those cookies.” He smiled. 

YOI Things to Love #10: Yuuri’s adorable defeated face; Yurio’s sly teasing smirk.

I love the nuance in expression. Yuuri’s eyes are so big and round, his entire frame is slightly shrunken with rounded shoulders, his eyebrows are drawn up and his mouth is a squiggly line. He looks so embarrassed and pathetic – like he’s having second thoughts about sharing, and this was all a big mistake. I can’t help but want to give him a hug and tell him everything’s OK. Of course Victor would try to make Yuuri feel better.

Yurio’s just enjoying his screw up. He’s beaten down by the day’s punishments, and his slow amused smile gives the sense that this is the one priceless moment of the day that makes the pain worth going through. I love that he’s not mean about it. Even if Yuuri did disappoint him in the GPF toilet stalls months ago, he has a modicum of respect for Yuuri and doesn’t genuinely believe Yuuri is below him. If he did, he would be a lot more cutting with his words and have a look of contempt. In this short span of time training together, they’ve formed a pretty good relationship with each other– if a bit rough around the edges. So when Yuuri has these thoughtless moments, he can’t help find it hilariously stupid and poke at him.

You Found My Arms Not a Moment Too Soon

He was supposed to be focused on work. He was supposed to be finishing his notes on these case files. He was supposed to be prepping for the trial in two days. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful little brown curls bouncing around his office pretending she was flying.

You had been stuck at work and couldn’t pick up your little girl from Kindergarten today. So he had said he would pick her up from school today and bring her to his office while he finished up work. He didn’t mind. He loved that little girl in ways he never thought he would be able to love someone. He never thought he’d have kids in his life. He wanted them sure. But with his work and his past experience with relationships, he had just accepted that he would be on his own for the rest of his life. That is until you walked into his life.

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on a real note @gogomato arsen is literally a 15 year-old boy who runs a meme blog. yes, he fucked up. and yes, he realised he fucked up and apologized. what else can he do? he edited the original post to an apology, yet people are still sending him disgusting shit and death threats that nobody deserves. He didn’t misunderstand those lyrics, he merely understood wrongly translated lyrics. It’s understandable-and normal-that he would react that way, especially due to personal traumas in the past.

People who are reading the original post and assuming that he’s straight up attacking the BTS members need to open their fucking eyes because?? he was only critisizing the lyrics. Nothing more.

and arsen is nothing more than a Minor who voiced his opinion, based on really, really, badly translated lyrics. could we please just drop this and move on with our lives. Just let the boy live. yeah, outside he might seem like he’s dealing with it alright through the humor and whatnot, but suddenly getting sent hundreds of messages like ‘you’re disgusting and ugly just kill yourself’ will leave lasting marks.

please support him by reblogging the edited version of the post, aka the Apology.

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you are fine, park jimin (trans.)

anonymous asked:

Hello, how are you ? :D I was wondering if you could to a scenario where RFA members react to a MC who hates hickeys. If it's not a comfortable topic, feel free to avoid it, Have a nice day :D

Hello! I’m pretty good right now, though I wish it was still spring break. This isn’t uncomfortable don’t worry! I couldn’t tell if you wanted an MC who hates hickeys, like they are disgusted by the thought of them, or a MC who hates getting hickeys. I choose the latter. I’ll gladly fix it if it’s not what you were requesting. I hope you have a nice day!~Madre Mod

Yoosung

  • I see him as a person who likes receiving than giving. I think most of the fandom does anyway
  • So it’s not much of a problem 
  • until he wanted to show the world that you were taken by him
  • But before he could give you a hickey you told him that you didn’t like getting hickeys
  • he understands and tries to show the world you were off the market
  • totally gets a t-shirt with ‘They are my datemate’/’He is my boyfriend’ shirts.

Jaehee

  • VANILLA AS FUCK
  • the most kinky thing you two probably did was using a dildo on each other
  • maybe some light bondage too, like tying wrists to the headboard.
  • It was Jaehee who brought up the idea, but you softly shot it down
  • Doesn’t bring it up again
  • no questions asked
  • though later in the week she shyly asked if you would give her a hickey instead
  • You complied and proceeded to give her hickeys for days

Zen

  • This was actually brought up DURING the deed
  • Zen leaned over and softly bit your neck as to not harm your beautiful skin
  • He didn’t expect you to pull his head away so fast.
  • Zen is very confused
  • You tell him that you don’t like getting hickeys
  • Zen understands and says he probably should’ve asked before hand
  • after that senario he gets back to pleasing you.

Jumin

  • oh how to explain to the man that you don’t want him to give you hickeys
  • it’s troubling and leaves you in thought often
  • You never realize that Jumin akwardly stares at you, trying to figure out what you are thinking about
  • So he asks.
  • “Mc. What are you thinking about?”
  • The man nearly scares you to death.
  • “Jesus Jumin you scared me. But I was thinking about how to ask you something.”
  • “And it is?” 
  • “Is it ok if you don’t give me hickeys? It makes me uncomfortable..”
  • Cat mom gives you a big hug and pats your head. 
  • “It’s always ok. I don’t want my kitten to be uncomfortable.”

Seven

  • this man is a sadist
  • at some point you KNEW he was going to try and bite you somewhere
  • but he never did those kind of things with you, S&M wise.
  • But one day he brings that topic up
  • He wants to try it with you, if you were ok with it.
  • you agree, then you both go into how far it would go.
  • You saw this as a great time to bring up that you don’t want to be given hickeys.
  • “Hm..I can adjust to that. I still have plenty of other ways to mark you anyway.”
  • This boy will adjust to your boundaries in heartbeat
  • no joke
What You Do To Me

Warnings: Smut. Just almost nothing but smut. Very little plot line to get things rolling but just pretty much nothing but the smex. Oh and it’s safe sex (wrap it before you tap it). Oh and there are bad words in here too (Ooohhhhh)


Pairings: Samxreader. Mentions of Dean


Author’s note: My second attempt smut. I really find that it’s way easier for me to write smut than fluff. Any way! Feedback, as always, would be much appreciated!


Werewolves. They were nasty mother fuckers. They were mean, they were strong, and they were quick. The worst part about them was that they rarely ran solo. Always in a pack of two or more. Which is why I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle a pack of five all by my lonesome. It was a perfect excuse to call up the Winchester brothers. It was an even better reason to talk to Sam Winchester.


Sam Winchester. That name alone was enough to make my heart beat a little faster and to make an aching need settle between my legs. Sam Winchester was the center of every wet dream I have ever had despite the fact that we had never done anything before. I mean, how could I not have dirty thoughts about the guy?! He was 6’4 of nothing but muscle and testosterone. The guy pretty much just screamed SEX! But I’m too much of a pussy to do anything about my frustrations.


I called up the boys and a few hours later, I hear a knock at my door. I open it but I only see Sam standing there. He smiles that big sunshine smile that makes me want to punch him and kiss him all at the same time. But instead, I wrap my arms around him and give him a hug. Again, chicken shit. I look around and notice that Dean is nowhere in sight.

“Hey Sammy! Not that I’m not happy to see you, but where is that pie-loving, squirrel-headed brother of yours?” I ask, still looking around for Dean.


Sam chuckled at your name calling. “He uh, he’s sick actually. So it’s just me. Hope that’s ok.” He replied, reaching his hand back to run his fingers through his hair. I may have drooled just a little bit at that. God, I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. Maybe pull it a little bit and see what kind of noises…”Y/N! Hey you ok?”


I blinked and snapped out of it. “Yeah! Yeah I’m great! Just a bit tired I guess,” Shit. He caught me staring. “Oh! Please, come in! Sorry!” God I’m such a doofus!


He sets his bag down on the extra bed. “So, tell me what you know about this pack.”


It’s all business from there as we came up with a plan and ready our weapons.

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A couple hours later and a few dead werewolves, we were back in my room, freshly showered and a little bit sore. One of the werewolves had managed to throw me across the room and I landed a bit roughly on my bum. Other than that, both of us remained relatively unscathed. Sam was currently in the shower and I decided to get comfortable. I put on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt that I bought specifically for relaxing. Grabbing an old magazine, I propped it up on my pillow, and laid down on my stomach, so as to not put too much pressure on my ass. Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I rested my chin on my hand and began to lazily flick through the ancient magazine. Seriously, how old was this thing? Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston hadn’t been a thing in years.


Lost in my own musings, I was surprised when I felt two strong hands sliding up the back of my legs, just stopping right where my ass cheeks met my thighs. I gasped and I turned my head to see Sam leaning over me in just a towel, hair dripping wet, and eyes dark with lust. He groaned as he gripped the backs of my thighs, massaging them slightly. I whimpered.


He looked at me darkly and said, “Do you have any idea what you do to me Y/N? When you sit here in these little shorts and what looks like another mans shirt. Whose shirt is that?” He asked possessively as he gripped my hips and rolled me over to face him. I suddenly lost my ability to speak. There’s no way this is happening right now.


“Answer me pretty girl.”


“N-nobodys. This is my shirt,” I managed to stutter out as he crawled over me, moving his hands up my body as he went. The feeling of his large hands on my hips had my mind going haywire. A look of relief passed over his eyes quickly and then it was gone. Suddenly he was completely on top of me. His hands were resting on each side of my head and he was so close, we were practically sharing the same breath, and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was just in a towel.


“Baby girl, I’ve seen the way you look at me. Please tell me you want this before I cross a line that can’t be uncrossed,” he whispered as he brought a hand up to caress my cheek.


“Sam, I’ve wanted you for so long but I’ve always been too scared you were going to turn me away. You have no idea how you make me feel. Like my head’s under water but I’m finally able to breath at the same time,” I confessed. I could feel my cheeks turning fifty shades of red but there it was. It was all out in the open now and there was no going back.


Slowly, so slowly I thought I was going to die, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine. What started out as a soft, tender kiss of realized feelings and relief of them being returned, turned into something hot and primal. It turned into a kiss full of biting and teeth clacking. A kiss with so much passion it felt like it could set the room on fire, and if we both didn’t need oxygen, it probably would have kept going. Breaking away, we laid there, staring into eachothers eyes, trying to catch our breaths. Slowly I reached up and entangled my fingers in his hair, I leaned up and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, I pulled his hair and bit down on his lips at the same time. The result was everything I had hoped it would be. He moaned loudly and ground his hips down onto mine.


“I need you. Right now,” He said breathless. If it wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever heard, I don’t know what was.


Sam reached down and tugged my shirt over my head, sending me a small look of approval at the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He leaned down and took my pert nipple into his mouth and sucked, hard. I moaned loudly when he scrapped his blunt teeth over the perky bud, and arched my back when he brought his hand up to play with the other one. He ground his hips into mine and I was so disappointed when I remembered that I was still wearing my shorts.


“Sam, my shorts. Please take them off,” I requested as he continued his onslaught of my breasts. It was a request he was all to willing to make happen. In one movement, both my shorts and my panties were thrown somewhere in the room. Confidence was something I never lacked. So when I was bare before him, I made sure to spread my legs wide and give him the show he wanted. He stopped and took his time to look me up and down, his gaze lingering in some spots more than others.


“God Y/N. You are so damn beautiful you know that?” He asked as he licked and kissed his way down my stomach. I could only whimper in reply. Geez, did this guy take away my ability to speak or what?


When he got down to my most sensitive area, he looked at me, asking for permission. I could only nod my head in reply and that was all he needed. I felt his hot breath against my folds. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through my body as I waited in anticipation for what was to come. No pun intended.


The first stroke of his tongue against your clit had you reeling. Then he flicked his tongue out again and again. It felt so amazing. I slid my fingers through his hair and tugged slightly as I let him take me higher and higher. Then he slid one finger inside of me and then another and curled them in time with the strokes of his tongue. That was enough to send me over the edge. I tugged hard at his hair and threw my head back as I let out a loud moan. I ground my hips into his face as I tried to prolong my orgasm. He continued to curl his fingers inside of me until he felt the final flutter of my walls around his fingers.


“Oh God Sam! That was amazing!” You breathed out as you tried to catch up with yourself again. I heard him chuckle as I felt his weight move off the bed. That couldn’t be it! We didn’t even get to the good stuff yet!


I decided to look up and saw that he was rummaging through his bag! Oh God, he’s still stroking himself. That means this isn’t over! Wait, how the hell is that supposed to fit inside of me? He finally finds what he’s looking for and I see that it’s a small foil packet. He rips it open with his teeth and he pulls out a condom. He rolls the condom on his impressive length and I let out a small moan at how obscene it looks.


“You ready for me Baby Girl?” He asked as he crawled over you once again and settled between your legs.


‘Is that even a question? Of course I’m ready!’ I scream in my head but I could only nod in reply.


He leans down to kiss me and I snake my arms around his neck. He reaches down and grabs his length in his hand, guiding it to my dripping opening. The head of his cock catches at my entrance and he pushes in slowly. I can feel the stretch of him. His cock leaves a burning feeling in it’s wake as he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. I groan in both pain and pleasure as he finally bottoms out inside of me.


“Y/N… So fucking tight. Gotta take this slow,” He growls out.


“Sam. I’m not made of fucking glass! Now please, just fuck me!” I scream as I thrust my hips up, trying to get the tiniest bit of friction in my aching pussy.


That must be the only reasoning he needs. He grabs my ankles and rests them over his shoulders, causing me to stretch even more around him. He braces one hand on the head board, and the other hand is resting on top of my pubic mound. Then he pulls out and thrusts back in, hard. The first thrust punches the breath out of me, and I haven’t even caught it again before he’s pounding back inside of me.


I scream out. He’s pounding into me hard and fast. Each thrust is blending in with the other. Then, he suddenly uses his hand to put pressure on my mound and it gives me the strangest feeling. Using the same hand, he reaches his thumb down to rub against my clit and it becomes to much. I come, hard and fast and screaming, and he just keeps going.


Then he’s grabbing my ankles, and rolling me over onto my hands and knees. All the while still inside of me. He gives my ass a good slap before he starts up his relentless pace again.


“God baby, you feel so damn good,” Another slap. “Gonna make me cum so hard” Another slap.


“Mmmm Sammy! Please don’t stop!” I beg. And he doesn’t. He uses his legs to spread mine more, giving him a deeper angle. His thrusts are starting to get erratic and I can tell he’s getting close. He slaps my ass again and that combined with the feeling of Sam so deep inside of me, sends me into another mind blowing orgasm. My walls spasm around him and that was his undoing. One. Two. Three hard thrusts later and he slams himself balls deep inside of me, letting out this primal sound that’s a mix between a growl and a moan.


He leans over my prone body, giving me soft kisses between my shoulder blades. He pulls out of me and I collapse on the bed. Sam leaves for a minute and I assume it’s to dispose of the condom. When he comes back, I manage to move over on the bed a little bit to give him room to climb in with me. As he lays down, I crawl over and lay my head on his chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and we just sit lie there in comfortable silence.


“Sam… This wasn’t just a one time thing right?” I ask a bit hesitantly.


“I hope not. I would really like to see how this turns out.” He responds after a bit.


That’s all it takes for my insecurities to be put to rest. “Me too, Sammy. Me too.” And with that I close my eyes, excited to see what tomorrow has in store.

Tagging: @saxxxology (One of the queens of Sam smut)

anonymous asked:

BRO I JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT SEASON 3 AND CAN I JUST RANT ABOUT IT

lemme say this felt SO REAL. like I woke up thinking “man I need to watch the next episode, wait, tHAT WAS A DREAM ?!?! ok so basically they were on an earth like planet: it looked like it was 60s-inspired?? It was complete with a diner and everything and there was a beach n stuff. But I’m not really sure what happened, but something happened where lance got upset about (continued)

  (cont.) where lance got upset that the team wasn’t appreciating/trusting him enough to go on missions on his own, so he got really upset and ran away from the team. Later, an evil dude, probably sent by haggar, starts destroying stuff on the planet and the team was like ok we need to form voltron-wait where’s lance??? then you just see blue rushing in, trying to kill the alien, but instead, oh no, both team voltron and blue get pummeled and lance gets captured (continued)  

 (continued) and out of al, the members, keith gets the most upset and angry about lances capture?? The team does their best to do damage but the alien leaves. Then sometime later, keith starts yelling about how they needed to find him immediately, and everyone’s like “dude chill it’s gonna be fine” but eventually there’s a low camera shot of keith CRYING. like legit crying. I’m crying. The tears are just falling out of his eyes and he (continued)  

and he whispers “i don’t want him to get hurt…I don’t want to let him down anymore” and hunk and pidge give him a big hug and shiro pats him on the back like “everything’s gonna be alright keith. we’ll find him.” Then keith wipes his eyes and says “ok team voltron. let’s find our sharpshooter.” They fought n stuff at the beach and saved lance BUT I NEVER SAW THE ENDING CLEARLY so anyway im so sorry that was so long but I needed to rant,,, SORRY AAA IT WAS JUST SO GOOD AND REAL      

tag yourself i’m the part that says “he’s crying and i’m crying” bc this is me after reading this     

Fire Emblem: Awakening Request

Requester: Underrated Anon

Prompt: Oooh! Hi! Can I request some romantic relationship headcanons for those Fire Emblem Awakening guys; Gangrel, Gregor, Kellam, Walhart and Brady, please? Thanks!             


Gangrel:

○ Two words: Show off. Guy is so into PDA. Everyone is going to know that you’re his and his only, and no one will ever be that lucky.

○ Lavishes his lover with so much materially. He partially does it to make up for what he feels he lacks in every other area, but he gets them the most extravagant, expensive gifts at every opportunity

○ Easily jealous and his s/o will have to absolutely stop him from going off on someone who gives them a little too much attention

○ If it’s with a friend he’s not so violent, but does get pouty and clingy. Also might (read as more than likely) insult the ‘perpetrator’

○ Often insecure, Gangrel has some really bad days. He will need his s/o to reassure him that they really do love him, everything is real, and he’s not a monster. Especially just after the beginning of a relationship

Gregor:

○ Makes a lot of jokes about being an old man compared to his partner. A lot. Whether he’s complimenting them (’you must have biggest heart to love someone so old yes?’) or just fooling around he makes reference to it a lot

○ Only gets insecure about it the odd time but does occasionally need a little reassurance when he realizes that his partner’ll pretty well be the age he is now when he’s old and wrinkled

○ Cheeky ok so cheeky. He will make innuendos in the middle of group conversations just to make them stop and blush

○ Will also touch their butt in public, either when no one is looking or when a certain person is. Usually it’s the former, just to tease them, but sometimes it’s the later to show off

○ Tries to impress his lover half-playfully pretty often in large part to try and make them laugh. Probably put his back out trying to lift a heavy load with one arm in front of them once

Kellam:

○ Still gets surprised when his lover notices him sometimes. He loves it, but he dropped and broke a plate once when they called his name.

○ Likes to kind of drape himself over their back lightly when he isn’t wearing his armor.

○ Very considerate and often brings his lover tea or other drinks when they’re up late or early working and will keep them company even if it needs to be in silence

○ His lover will have rumors about being haunted there’s no escaping it. (’that teacup appeared out of NO WHERE and there were TWO of them!’)

○ Not used to sharing so he gives you like a foot of space in bed the first time you share one. He needs to be eased into these things

Walhart:

○ Will call his lover his Queen.

○ Respects his lover a great deal and often goes to them for advice, generally military wise but sometimes with other matters as well.

○ Likes to carry them around or have them sit on his lap. He likes to feel powerful like he is protecting them, but also likes having them close to him

○ Very protective. He has a lot of enemies and if he’s not around his lover will have like thirty layers of security, no matter how strong they are.

○ Likes shared baths or showers

Brady:

○ So easy to fluster. So easy. Simple gestures like hand holding get him red in the face in the beginning, and if his lover dares get any more tactile he’ll start steaming from the ears and probably shouting.

○ Loves to get gifts and play it off like it’s no big deal. ‘I made you this no big deal’ ‘this is a photorealistic sculpture of my favourite thing’ ‘I SAID IT WAS NO BIG DEAL OK I WAS LEARNING IT ANYWAY.’ He doesn’t need credit he just wants to make them smile

○ His lover is one of the few people he’ll let listen to him play the violin because he knows they wont make fun of him. He likes to play new pieces he’s written or learned for them

○ Brady actually has a decent voice and will hum his lover to sleep if they’re having trouble

○ Actually gives the most amazing hugs when he’s not stiff and embarrassed like they’re so comforting and he’ll probably cry a little with you if you’re sad but it’s warm and personal and nice ok

  • Keith: ok Keith, you can do this. You love him and he needs you right now. How about you give him a big gentle hug and say something like "I'm so glad you're here with me again. I love you, Shiro. I missed you so much. You don't have to talk about what happened right away if you don't want to."
  • Keith: *MANLY SHOULDER HOLD* I-IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK
  • Keith: fuck,

Essence of Dreams By Chris Cornell (MySpace 2008)

The essence of a dream can follow you all day long. Sometimes two or three days. I have had dreams as a little kid that I remember like they were yesterday, though as time goes on these dream are sometimes hard to tell from actual events as they survive in my memory. I am fascinated with the essence factor of dreams, period. They are as real as the essence felt from the ambience of an actual place, like a house you grew up in. Your favourite bar, or your school. The first Christmas tree you see every year, the smell of it, and especially songs. Some feelings these environments evoke are awful, some magical. All of them completely real. Real enough that numerous cultures throughout history have believed that the dream world is every bit as important and substantial and a vital part of human life as the conscious state. Some mysticisms actually look at the world of dreams as being the “true and only world” and everything else an illusion. For my money, if you put an ice pick through your hand, I think it will prove to be a pretty fucking good illusion. Last night I had a dream that has been following me all day like a sick dog. I was in a hotel near the house I grew up in. I was in a cafe that happened to be the lunch court of my elementary school. Various friends from my past were walking up and talking to me. In the middle of this scene walks Layne Staley. He looked much like he did the first time I met him. Shoulder length hair, clean shaved. Clear eyed and looking about 20 years old. I was so happy. Confused a little, but in a dream like this, I just wanted to accept the idea that there was some mistake and he was alive and well. He seemed happy and said was working on some new music project. I woke up not long after that with the feeling that I had really just talked to him and he was somewhere doing just fine. My next thought was one that has plagued me for years. Sitting in Kelly Curtis’ living room with about 30 people, all sobbing. We had just come from Andy Wood’s extra weird funeral-wake thing at the Paramount Theatre. It had these new age overtones that didn’t fit Andy’s life at all. There was an amazing film of Andy with Mother Love Bone band mates. All of Andy’s friends and family were there, mixed with a bunch of fans who I didn’t like but knew Andy would have loved. The fans went home. His friends went to Kelly’s. We were crammed in a smallish living room with people sitting on every available surface. Couch arms, end tables, the floor. I was leaning on the back of one of the couches that face away from the rest of the room and toward the front door. I remember Andy’s girlfriend looking at everyone and saying “This is just like La Bamba” then suddenly I heard slapping footsteps growing louder and louder as they reached the front door and Layne flew in, completely breaking down and crying so deeply that he looked truly frightened and lost. Very child like. He looked up at everyone at once and I had this sudden urge to run over and grab him and give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be OK. Kelly has always had a way of making everyone feel like everything will turn out great. That the world isn’t ending. That’s why we were at his place. I wanted to be that person for Layne, maybe just because he needed it so bad. I wasn’t. I didn’t get up in front of the room and offer that and I still regret it. No one else did either. I don’t know why. Years later, at Layne’s funeral, I was angry. I kept hearing the “twice as bright, half as long” speech and the “he was just too special for this world” nonsense that I had heard at so many other funerals for so many other friends that were so young and talented. I’m not sure why I was that angry. Angry at Layne? Angry at all my other friends for leaving me? Angry at the people running around in circles saying “I knew him best” or “I was the only one he really trusted”, angry at all of them for squandering what I thought of as brilliant futures that would make the world feel to me like a place worth living? Or maybe I was just mad at myself because he was dead, and one time I had a chance to pick him up, dust him off and let him know that there was a person who cared about how much pain he was in and I didn’t do it. If I ever run into him in a dream again, I hope I remember to apologise. 

Night all. Sweet dreams. C

3

Wes Tucker Imagine
Word Count-1.3k
Plot: You are Wes’ girl yet no one knows except Sarah, Sharon and Rose. Wes invites you to the San Diego PressPlay and a fan ask him to be her first kiss.

Y/N POV
I just got to the hotel that Wes was staying at. It was a nice hotel that is down the street from the hotel that PressPlay will be at. Everyone knows me as one of his best friends but only certain people know what I truly am to him. I get to Wes’ door and I knock, he opens the door and pulls me in. He slams me on the door and kisses me passionately.
“I have missed you so much.” He says against my lips.
“Me too baby.”
He leans his head against my forehead and he wraps his arms around my waist.
“How are you baby girl?”
“So much better now” I smile at him
He walks over to his bed and I follow him.
“I have to get ready then we can go get Starbucks ok?” I nod my head and he kisses me then goes to his bathroom.

*ten minutes later*
Wes finally got done and now we are driving to the mall that is by the hotels. We go to Starbucks now we are just walking around the mall. We are in Forever 21 right now Wes went to try on some shirts while I was outside waiting for him. He end up getting two shirts and I bought a new purse and some flats. We walk out of Forever 21, he grabs my hand and intertwined our fingers, we walk over to the exit when a few fans said hi to him. He goes over to talk to them and I stand there next to him. They ask him about his music and how he is etc. I watch him interact with his fans he loves them sooooo much and they are so beyond supportive it’s amazing.

*at the hotel*
We get to the hotel and Wes gives me my ticket for all access and we go in. We get our food and start to eat before fans came in. It turned noon and all the fans came in, they got there food and about twenty girls came over. They all sat around Wes, Rose and I. We all sit and talk to all the girls who are sitting at the table. We started to sing strong and Wes jumps out of his seat, he starts dancing around and yelling the lyrics out. After the lunch it was time for the meet and greet, I sit in a chair by Wes’ table and Rose goes around saying hi to people. She comes back to me and sits on my lap.
“Hey you good?”
“Yea Rose why?”
“I know you don’t like coming to these events.”
“It just sucks because he loves his fans but they don’t treat him that well. Also I can’t even hold his hand or kiss him because no body knows Rose.” I start tearing up because it’s hard not being able to tell people Wes is mine. Rose looks at me sympathetically
“Do you love him Y/N?”
“Yea with all my heart.”
“Then just love him who cares if people know who cares if you can’t show him off. yes I know you want to but he is yours at the end of the night.”
“You are right Rose thank you.”
I give her a big hug and wipe under my eyes. Bianka was looking at me and mouthed ‘you ok?’
I nod my head and mouthed to her ’ go outside for a second.’ She nods and hands Rose her phone to keep track of time.
We both walk outside, she grabs my hand and we stand outside to door for a minute.
“What’s wrong babe?”
“Just wish I could kiss him you know?”
“I know it sucks Y/N but you have him he’s not going anywhere.”
I nod and we walk back inside, Wes looks at me and I smile at him.
The second group of girls are going up and I hear this one girl ask a question that I never thought I would hear.
“Hey Wes will you be my first kiss?” I look up at Wes with big eyes.
“I- uh I.” He stutters
I just nod my head to him, I pick up my bag and walk outside. Rose follows me out knowing I was going to need her out with me.
I just go to the starbucks that’s in the hotel and sit there for a few minutes.
*20 minutes later*
I finally walk back to the ball room, Wes was talking to one of his fans and I sat in the chair I was sitting in before. A few hours later we had an hour before url and I just wanted to go back to the hotel.
“Wes I’m going to stay back, I don’t want to go to URL.”
“Why baby?”
“I’m just tired.”
“What’s wrong?”
“When that girl asked you to be her first kiss, I wanted to run up and say no because you are mine. I can’t hold your hand because nobody knows that we are together.”
“Do you want me to tell them?”
“No don’t do it because I’m complaining.”
“I would of told them along time ago but I didn’t because I didn’t want you to get hate.”
“Thank you for trying to protect me but sometimes you can’t always protect me. I want to be able to hug you and kiss you whenever I please.”
“I’ll tell them come with me tonight ok?”
“Ok”
We get back to the hotel after changing into some more comfortable clothes. We head back to the ballroom, Wes and I go straight behind the curtains.
“You will do good babe.” I tell Wes as I kiss his cheek.
He smiles and goes up on stage,
“Hey guys how are you.”
Everyone yells good.
“Good I have a surprise in a few but right now is it ok if I sing a few songs?”
Everyone yells yes.
I watch him from behind the stage and he sings ‘Knock You Down’ and a couple others. He looks so happy in his element and I couldn’t be more proud of how far he has come.
“Ok so my announcement is earlier today some of you may have heard or seen a girl ask me to be her first kiss right?” Everyone screams yes
“Well the reason why I couldn’t bare to say yes was not because of how easily I get sick but it’s because of one girl that has impacted my life ever since I met her. She doesn’t care that I’m a trans or that I have my own scars. She truly loves me for me and I’m so sorry that I waited so long to share this with you guys. You guys may have seen her around or in pics with me. But you guys she’s one of my best friends, even more she’s my number one girl. I am dating Y/F/N Y/L/N and I love her. So don’t send her stupid hate. She has been beside me for so long, she loves what I do and she’s the one who pushes me to do stuff like this.”
He runs to the side of the stage and pulls you up with him.
“This is my girl and I want to show her off to the whole world.” He looks at me and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. He kisses me real quick and turns back to everyone,
“Let’s get the show on the road ya?” Everyone claps and cheers.
I sit back down wondering how I am so lucky.

A long night... (James x MC (x zig?))

As you are crying on your bed in the fetal position you hear a soft knock on the door.  There is no way you want company so you just ignore it but then you hear it creak open and a sliver of light comes through. You don’t even attempt to look up to see who it is, but you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder and the smell of coffee fills your senses.  Neither of you say anything as you move into his arms and cry against his chest.  You haven’t been that close to Zig, but right now he comforts you as your heart breaks.  Finally at one point you start to say something, to try to explain to him why you are sobbing but he shushes you and softly says, “I know. Tyler told me that James called him after he realized you had left.”  

    You are so conflicted by that.  Does James care or not? Do you care if James cares? Is it over? It feels over. You sob some more and Zig just holds you close.  His strong presence is reassuring and you don’t feel so alone.  He stands up for a second, grabs some tissue and returns. He lays you back onto the bed and puts the blanket over you.  He puts the tissue by your pillow and just when you assume he is leaving, you feel the side of the bed dip down where he sits and then he lays down beside you. He puts his arm under your head and you again snuggle into his warm, inviting chest.  He moves the hair out of your face as you fall into a fitful sleep.  

    When you wake up to the sun shining on your still blotchy and swollen face, Zig is gone and you wonder for a minute if it had been a dream or some kind of heartbreak hallucination but then you see a note by your pillow… “MC- Had to go to work early but come by if you want to talk.-Z.”  You read the note, sigh deeply, then toss it in the trash.  You don’t really want to get out of bed and face the world but you know you probably should.  You shuffle to the bathroom, luckily avoiding anyone along the way.  Unfortunately, as everyone who has ever had a broken heart knows, the shower.. the shower is where feelings come to the surface.  You try to shake everything out of your mind but you keep coming back to James.  His touch, his kisses, the sweet things he says… the changes, the fact that he has not been there for you like he should, Yasmin.  Maybe you are naive. Maybe you love him more than he loves you… loved you.  It’s not like it all happened in that one night. This has been an ongoing issue.  An ongoing fight within yourself.  You love him but maybe you just love being in love.  You don’t want to be “that girl” who blindly stays with someone when everyone else knows that it’s never going to work out and they are just waiting for you to see it yourself.  It is naive to think that he wouldn’t succumb to Yasmin’s advances. She’s beautiful and experienced.  He was far from you and it had been a long time.  Video chatting was not going to satisfy anyone and Yasmin was there, offering herself to him.  How could he resist.  You wash the tears from your face, take a couple of deep breaths and get out of the shower.  

    You plan to get dressed and go thank Zig and get some coffee but instead another wave of sorrow flows through your body and you sink into the bed once more, grabbing the tissues as you go.  You sob yourself into another fitful sleep.  The roommates come to check on you throughout the day but you don’t want to talk to them and quickly shoo them out of the room.  They bring you water and ask if there is anything you need when you stumble to the bathroom ever so often but you shake your head and crawl back into your cave, still in your robe from after the shower that morning.  

    At one point when the sun was just starting to set, you hear them outside of your door talking about you. You hear Zig but you can’t make out what he is saying.  Chris says, “You can try man but she won’t talk to us or even let us in there for more than 30 seconds.”  You hear the door open slowly and Zig walks in carrying some coffee from work.  He smiles. It’s your favorite of his smiles, the one where only one side of his mouth goes up.  He usually does it when he’s smirking or embarrassed.  You sigh loudly and sit halfway up to sip from the cup he brought for you.  He asks how you are and at first you can’t say anything at all. You don’t know what to say. How am I?… I’m broken.  But you stick with the standard, “Fine.”  He smiles again, “I can see that. Do you mind some company?”  You don’t. Not from him anyway. He’s soothing and strong.  You shake your head and scoot over on the bed so he can sit by you.  He rubs your shoulder and you get a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.  You know he won’t try anything when you are in this state of mind but you can’t help your own mind from going there.  You look up into his eyes and it’s as if you are seeing him in a whole new way.  You’ve seen the world through James-colored glasses since before you met Zig, so you never really thought of him that way but now…  You shake those thoughts out of your head and ask him if he would mind staying for a while.  He nods and you roll over with your back to him.  He moves up the bed into a more comfortable position, kicks his shoes off and puts his arm around you.    You allow your back to relax into his chest and fall into a less fitful sleep.  

    You wake up to your door slamming and someone shouting, “What the hell is going on here?!”  Zig jumps out of your bed and you roll over to see James.  He has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before.  Zig responds calmly, “Listen, it’s not what you think. It’s not what it looks like.”  You jump out of bed and stand between the two, worried about Zigs temper and glaring at James who is looking over your shoulder at Zig.  You ask, “What are you doing here?”  He looks down at you and back up to Zig, back and forth a few times before asking, “What is HE doing here?”  

    “James,” your voice falters, which pisses you off as you want to be stronger than that, “I don’t have to explain myself.  If you would like to talk, I am going to ask that you wait outside of my room until I am ready.” You are impressed by the way you said that sentence however, as you pronounced each word slowly and calmly, like a mother does with an unruly child.  You motion towards the door and he hesitantly follows your cue and steps outside but not before giving Zig one last cold glare.  

    Zig has started getting his things together to leave.  "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for him to walk in on that. I’m sure it did look bad.  I’ll get out of here so you guys can talk or whatever.“ He stops and looks at you intently with his hand on your upper arm, “But I’ll be close if you need me.”  You feel the sincerity in his statement and you nod and thank him for everything. You give him a big hug and you are the first one to pull away.  You can tell he doesn’t want to go.  "I’ll be ok Zig.  I need to talk to him.  I need to.. i just need to.“ Then you smile and say, “And by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice that some guy yelled at you and you kept your cool.  I’m seriously impressed by that.”  He rubs the back of his neck and smiles. That crooked little smile.  A blush colors his cheeks but he doesn’t say anything.  You lean forward and give him a little kiss on one of those cheeks.  He stares into your eyes, as if looking for a sign.  Something in your eyes that would tell him to stay.  But you know you need to have this conversation with James and it’s safer for all involved if Zig is not there for it.  You take a deep breath, give him a small smile and start walking towards the door.  He stops you and says, “I’m going to call you.  To make sure you are ok.”  You nod and smile again and turn to open the door.  You see James pacing back and forth in the kitchen. He stops when you come out the door and you see a pained expression on his face.  He looks at you like he knows he’s too late and then he looks at Zig with anger once again but no one says anything and Zig starts to walk out the main door.  He turns around and looks at you one last time, also looking a little sad and like he has more to say but he knows it is for the best if he keeps out of it. He walks out.  You take a deep breath and turn to face James.

    He comes around the kitchen island and tries to grab your hand. You snatch it away and walk towards your room.  He follows.  You shut the door behind you to avoid any interruptions.  Finally he breaks the silence, saying, “MC, I.. I don’t even know where to begin.  You were right. I was wrong. Yasmin is a bad person and I overlooked it and I overlooked you because I was so focused on this stupid movie.  But I love you.  And i’m sorry. I’m sorry for so much.“ 

    You try to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes as you look up at him.  All of these thoughts are going through your head; all of these things that you want to say, to yell… but you can’t. Nothing would come out.  Finally you start to respond, “James… you know I love you.,” He nods, looking relieved, but you continue, “and you know me and you know that I am not some immature girl with low self-esteem, right?”  He shakes his head, looking confused as to where you are going with this, “but for the last few months, I have not felt confident in myself or in our relationship. I’ve worried that you are…were… cheating on me with Yasmin. I’ve second guessed my feelings, your feelings. I have not been happy.”  You start to cry and he comes over to comfort you but you push him away.  You see that he looks as if his heart is breaking.  He takes a deep breath, trying to avoid tears himself, and quietly says, “I never cheated on you and never would.”  You give him a small smile and he continues, “and it is making me sick right now to hear you say that you haven’t been happy when all i want is to make you happy.  I have screwed up.  I took you for granted. I guess i just assumed that no matter how i acted or what i did, you would always be there and i didn’t stop to think that i need to appreciate you, or i could…,” his voice stammers as he chokes back tears, “lose you.” He sits down on the bed with his head in his hands and you can see by the movements of his back and shoulders that he is crying.  You respond by saying, “I love you James but I don’t think i should be with you right now.”  Tears stream down your cheeks and you honestly don’t know if you are making the right decision.  As you stand here watching his heart break, feeling your own heart break, you just don’t know.  You sink down to your knees on the floor and allow yourself to feel the heartbreak.  James stands up and walks over to you with tears running down his face as well.  He says, “I.. I can’t apologize enough for causing this.  And I want you to know that I will respect your wishes but I love you with all my heart and I will do everything to make this up to you.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and continues, “I will give you some space to think about everything but I will not give up on us.”   

    You look into his eyes and see that he is truly in love with you and you feel you are in love with him.  How can true love hurt like this?  You are so confused.  "I do love you James but I just don’t know. I just need some time to sort through everything.“  He nods and responds, "I understand.  I’ve moved back here and I want to see you again.  Can we talk tomorrow?”   Shocked, you stand up to face him and ask, “But what about the movie?!”  He shrugs, “You were right about all of it. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my movie. Nothing good was going to come out of me staying there”.  

    “Oh James, I’m so sorry. I know you were really hoping this would open so many doors for you.”

    “It still did. And at least this way, I have my dignity.  But i would give up everything, if you would give me one more chance to prove my love to you.” He holds your hand up against his heart and you can see the sincerity.  You feel the butterflies as he says that and your heart sticks in your throat. You nod and he starts to move in closer to kiss you but he stops when your gaze moves away from his.  You can almost see his heart break and as much as you want to be kissed by him, you don’t want your decision to be skewed by the physical attraction or by some sense of not wanting to hurt his feelings.  You realized earlier that you have really lost yourself these last few months. As you lead James to the door, you tell him, “I’m not saying I am there yet, but If we do decide to try this again, I want to make sure it is the right thing to do… for both of us.  We have a lot more to talk about, but right now I would like to be alone.”   He reluctantly agrees and slowly walks up to the door.  He turns after walking through it and says, “I love you.”  You shut the door slowly behind him and just stand there, not even sure what to do next.  It’s going to be a long night…

anonymous asked:

Rfa and saeran finding out mc is a vampire, and they find out do to her eyes turning blood red, and her getting really flustered when ever they hug her, and her running away from them, (she's not been able to get any blood for a month) and could you write how they react when she finally asks?? (Your blog is amazing!!!!)

//AHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Sorry this took so long!!!

~Yoosung~

🌟He loves hugging you and he knows you love hugs too so he’s so confused when you start tensing up and squirming away when he hugs you

🌟He’s so confused when you won’t cuddle with him too

🌟Does he smell bad? Is that what it is?

🌟Probably tbh

🌟He’s a bit scared and freaked out when he comes to home and sees your red eyes

🌟When you ask him for blood he’s convinced that you and Seven are pulling a prank on him

🌟There’s no way vampires actually exist right?

🌟Vampires only exist in video games and dumb romantic movies or books

🌟No he’s never seen Twilight shut up

🌟He asks to see your fangs and then goes on and on about how real they look and how he can’t believe Seven found something so realistic

🌟Finally you exclaim that you’re actually a vampire and need blood BADLY

🌟He goes into shock and kinda looks at you for a second before tentatively asking if it’ll hurt

🌟Before you can answer he stops you and shyly cranes his neck

🌟"Take as much as you need MC. I-I trust you"

🌟He’s so shy and innocent that you almost feel bad taking blood from him

🌟He’s so tense and you can’t help but laugh

🌟"S-Stop laughing!!! Just take it already!!!“

🌟He stays still as you take your fill and when you pull away he’s blushing so hard

🌟"Are you ok Yoosung? Did I take too much?”

🌟"No! But… y-you can do that whenever you want…“

🌟What a kinky motherfucker

~Jaehee~

☕ Honestly at first she didn’t notice too much

☕ Jumin swamped her in work bless her poor soul she’s trying

☕ But she did notice when you started running out of the room

☕ Especially when she was showing more skin than usual

☕ Did she do something???

☕ Was there something on her???

☕ Eventually she took it upon herself to ask you about it because she was very worried something happened to you

☕ Lucky for her she choose the right (or wrong) day to ask

☕ When you looked up she noticed your eyes and was immediately concerned

☕ She was slightly scared because she didn’t know what was happening and you rushed to calm her down before she called an ambulance or something

☕ She was so surprised when you awkwardly and nervously explained that you were a vampire

☕ She didn’t believe you at first to be honest just because it defied everything she knew

☕ You proved it by showing her your fangs and explaining why you needed blood

☕ "Do you need blood right now?”

☕ “W-Well kinda…”

☕ “Take mine.”

☕ You were so surprised that she said you should and she was being so calm about it too, usually people ran away screaming

☕ “Are you sure?”

☕ “Of course I am MC. I want to help you any way I can.”

☕ Even with her reassurance you’re still really tentative about taking her blood

☕ You take as much as you feel will suffice before nervously asking if she’s ok

☕ “Are you sure that’s all you want?”

☕ “Yes Jaehee… thank you so much…”

~Jumin~

😻 He’s very confused when you stop being so close and affectionate to him

😻 You used to give him a big hug and a kiss everyday after he came home from work

😻 But now you won’t even sleep in the same room as him

😻 It seems like you want nothing to do with him and honestly he gets really scared and nervous

😻 Of course he doesn’t show that outwardly and just let’s you have your space

😻 Eventually you burst into his room at basically one in the morning with your red eyes

😻 Not surprisingly he’s still awake and he’s very concerned because damn MC you slammed that door open pretty hard

😻 His concern only increases when he sees your red eyes

😻 Before you can even get a word out he’s speed dialing his doctor

😻 You have to beg him to put down the phone because YOU CAN EXPLAIN!!!

😻 You explain that this is normal for you and he snickers

😻 “Are you saying you’re a vampire MC?”

😻 “Yes!!! That’s exactly it!!!”

😻 “Wait what?”

😻 He doesn’t understand why you’re only telling him about this now

😻 MC HE USES A LOT OF GARLIC HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!

😻 “Do you need my blood?”

😻 “Yeah but-”

😻 Before you can finish Jumin pulls you closer and exposes his neck for you

😻 “Take it but be quick it’s late.”

😻 You’re so nervous while you’re drinking your fill

😻 He’s basically holding your hand the whole time

😻 Afterwards he smiles at you and gives you a little kiss

😻 “Do you want to sleep with me tonight?”

😻 You nodded and Jumin pulled you under the covers

😻 Afterwards he did a lot of research and didn’t make anything with garlic again

~Zen~

🎶 Like Jumin he immediately notices the changed behavior and he’s certain he did SOMETHING wrong

🎶 He doesn’t know what that something is but it certainly is…

🎶 Some thing

🎶 He tries talking to you but eventually stops because he doesn’t want to push you too hard

🎶 He does keep a close eye on you though in case you need help

🎶 He’s more than startled when one day he comes home to find you sitting on the couch with red eyes

🎶 There are probably better ways to find out Zen has a girly scream

🎶 He can’t help it though he’s freaking out because he doesn’t know what’s happening

🎶 THAT IS THE WORST CASE OF PINK EYE HE HAS EVER SEEN

🎶 You can’t help laughing a little as he places ice packs on your eyes thinking it’ll help some way or another

🎶 You put the ice packs on the table and pull him on the couch next to you, taking his hands

🎶 MC ARE YOU DYING?! THIS IS HOW DYING PEOPLE DELIVER THE NEWS!!!

🎶 You take a deep breath and nervously tell him you’re a vampire

🎶 He’s shocked for a solid thirty seconds before looking back at you

🎶 “…really?”

🎶 “Yeah. I was born a vampire.”

🎶 “…so you drink blood?”

🎶 “Yeah and need it pretty badly right now…”

🎶 Zen immediately pulls away and dramatically leans against the wall before exclaiming you can take all the blood that’ll satisfy you

🎶 Honestly you just broke the fourth wall and looked at the camera like you’re on The Office

🎶 You are so done with Zen’s shit

🎶 You take a deep breath before biting into his neck and he’s legitimately surprised???

🎶 I don’t know why he literally just told you to take his blood

🎶 He strokes your hair as you drink to take his mind off the fact that you’re feeding on him basically

🎶 When you’re done he smiles and gives you a kiss

🎶 “Is my princess better?”

~Seven~

📱 Like Jaehee he doesn’t notice at first because he’s so busy

📱 But he definitely notices when it gets to the point where you’re not even sitting with him while he’s working

📱 He loves your company while he’s working so he’s kinda worried

📱 He gets more worried though when he finds out you’ve been sleeping on the couch away from everyone else

📱 It seems like you’re isolating yourself and he doesn’t want that for you

📱 One day he stops you as you’re making yourself something to eat

📱 “MC are you ok?”

📱 You should’ve known he’d be worried but that didn’t make you any more prepared for the confrontation

📱 You kept your eyes on the counter so you wouldn’t scare him and just nodded

📱 “MC look at me… talk to me please… I’m here for you…”

📱 You take a deep breath and look up at him nervously

📱 He looks so scared for a second when he sees your red eyes and you’re convinced he thinks you’re a monster

📱 “Were you crying or something?”

📱 You breathe a sigh of relief and gently smile at him

📱 “No don’t worry. My eyes are just red because… because I’m a vampire and I really need blood.”

📱 Seven’s attitude seemed to change completely when you said that

📱 “WAIT REALLY?! VAMPIRES EXIST?!”

📱 You couldn’t help laughing at his excitement, it was so adorable

📱 “Yes they do. My whole family is a family of vampires.”

📱 “I have one quick question!”

📱 “Yes?” You were certain he was going to ask you about some stupid stereotype.

📱 I mean what else could he ask you about?

📱 “When you take blood… does it hurt?”

📱 “At first yes because my fangs break through the skin but after it doesn’t hurt until the holes start to close up.”

📱 “Why don’t you take my blood then?”

📱 You look at him with a look of ‘really’ before he continues

📱 “I mean you probably don’t want too because it’ll taste like Honey Buddha Chips and PhD. Pepper but… you can…”

📱 “Are you sure it’s alright with you?”

📱 “Of course it is!!!”

📱 You feel him tense up a little when you start drinking but after he just keeps laughing because it feels funny apparently

📱 “That was fun. We should do it again some time.” -Seven

📱 Someone stop this boy

~Saeran~

⏳He gets worried like Zen when you stop being so affectionate

⏳The poor baby thinks you don’t love him anymore

⏳He wants to talk to you about it but he’s afraid the poor child

⏳So he let’s you have your space but you can see that he’s upset

⏳Finally you come up to him to talk to him about it

⏳He’s so surprised when he sees your red eyes

⏳He thinks something happened to you and that’s why you’ve been distancing yourself

⏳The last thing he expected you to say was that you’re a vampire

⏳He was momentarily surprised but then went right back to his usual neutral face as if you just said you’re on your period

⏳Then he offered his blood for you like he was offering you his last bar of chocolate

⏳"You’re not fazed by this??? Not at all???“

⏳"Are you going to take it or not MC? Don’t make me stand here looking like an idiot.”

⏳He stays still as you take what you need and gives you a rare smile afterwards

⏳"No wonder you like the dark so much.“

⏳Saeran I swear if that was a pun on your edgy ass…

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the time i went to reno to see phoenix (dec 8 2017)

I traveled 4 hours to Reno to see Phoenix last Friday! It was incredible and I stayed afterwards to meet the band in the freezing cold.

under the cut are all the great moments that happened with random small details and fangirling (if you want to skip some parts i included headers, but meeting them was so amazing, also the last 3 paragraphs are the most important bc *sobbing CHRIS*)

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“Who I Am Inside” Part 17

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I got up again later in the night, and I couldn’t fall back asleep. I didn’t want to wake Conrad up with my constant moving, so I decided to slip on some clothes and head out towards the beach. It was so peaceful out here. The waves were rushing against the sand, and a cool mist ran over me, sending chills up my spine. The wind chimes swayed in the wind, and made delightful noises throughout the air. I was at one with the sea, and as it was with me.

I stuck my feet in the water as soon as I was near, and looked up at the stars. How breathtakingly beautiful everything was, I thought to myself. I sat down in front of the waves and let them wash over me, washing away my troubles and worries as well. I remembered the last time I came up here with my family and Conrad’s. Carter came with us as well. It was a summer I will never forget. Everything back then was so perfect, and simple. We were all so happy. It made me miss everything that much more.

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anonymous asked:

Hey totally not using reacts to try and deal with real emotional problems here but can I get the rfa reacting to MC having mental break down and hiding away in rikas apartment for a long while??

It’s ok friendo they’re here for you 

  • Zen: He’s immediately worried and he texts/calls you a lot. He’ll panic at first and want to make sure you’re ok, but once you reassure him you just need space and alone time, he’ll respect your wishes. He leaves you gifts at the front door all the time, and love letters included in the packages. The moment you text him telling him you need him, he’s at the apartment within the hour, and he gives you big hugs and kisses you deeply, holding you tight. 
  • Jaehee: She’s confused and concerned, but hesitant about pushing your boundaries. She’ll want to talk to you, and begs you to until you cave. She will also respect your space, but sends you texts every day about how much she loves and cares about you. The moment you need her, she’ll drop everything and be there. She’ll hug you tightly, kiss you gently, and talk with you for hours about what happened. 
  • Yoosung: He’s hurt at first, and doesn’t understand why you want to be away from him. He gets a little mad but doesn’t pressure you into doing anything. He texts you a lot and apologizes for everything he can think of, and he tells you how much he loves you. When you’re ready to see him again, he’ll come over and probably start crying because he’s been so worried for you. Hugs you a lot and buries his face in your hair, and you’ll cry together and talk about what happened. 
  • Jumin: He’s the least capable of handling this situation well. He immediately can’t stand the thought of you being away from him. He goes over to Rika’s at once, insisting that you let him in. If you choose to keep him out he’ll get really mad, but if you convince him to give you space he’ll quit work for the rest of the week and visit you every day to see if you’ll let him in yet. He leaves gifts at your door periodically, and the moment you text him to tell him to come to the apartment, he’s somehow there within minutes and rushes to your side. He holds you tight and tells you to never do that again- if you ever have a break down again, you don’t have to be alone. He’s very clingy for a while and will constantly hold your hand or keep you close to him, even at the office. Debates taking the rest of the month off to spend time with you. probably does it
  • Seven: He’s hurt as well, though he understands the need to be alone when you’re having a bad time mentally. He watches you from the CCTV and leaves you little gifts at the door, too. If you go into the bathroom for too long he’ll start calling you until you pick up to make sure you’re ok. Texts you all the time and leaves voice messages about how much he cares about you. When you’re ready to see him again, he rushes over to the apartment and gives you a big bear hug. Spends the rest of the day with you cuddling under blankets and softly talking about what happened, soothing your tears with gentle hands and holding you close. 
  • V: He can’t stand the thought of you crying by yourself, and he wishes he could soothe the pain away or shoulder it on his own. He’s the most capable of giving you the space you need, and although he doesn’t text you constantly or call you all the time, he’ll leave notes at the door and text you every once in a while to remind you why he loves you. When you text him you’re ready to see him, he comes swiftly and embraces you at once. He quietly listens to you talk about it, if you want, or just sits with you quietly cuddling you. He’ll cry if you cry, and you’ll spend all day sitting/laying down together as he plays with your hair and comforts you.
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Jin: He would hate seeing you like this, and his natural “motherly”, but more protective, self would show as he would take you into his arms and slowly rock you back and forth while he hummed a little melody, kind of like how your mom used to do to you when you would get hurt and go crying into her arms. Omg this is so nostalgic

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Namjoon: He would be extremely sad that you got upset about  him getting hurt, obviously, but he would also feel very loved, in a sense that someone actually worries and cares about him THAT much that you would cry over him. He would have extremely mixed feelings, resulting in him doing stupid things, rather than his usual romantic approach, to get you to cheer up. He would say stuff like “it’s okay baby– LOok It DOesn’t EveN Hurt *pant*, I can even dance *heavier pant* See?!”


Yoongi: In his mind, he would think of all of the things he could do to cheer you up, because he hates seeing you cry, and being sad at all. However, he would get confused on how to go about it, because he would honestly feel a little flustered by your sudden outburst of tears. In the end, he would say something like “ You care about me THAT much that you have to cry over me getting a tiny cut? I may have rushed in this relationship too quickly *chuckle*” in a sarcastic way to try and make you laugh.

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Hoseok: He would hesitantly go up to you and hug you so tight that you probably wouldn’t be able to breath, forcing you to stop crying. Seeing you cry would make him feel so sad, and he would want to hold you in his arms, and keep you there until he KNOWS that you’re OK.

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Jimin: He would be so flustered, and so devastated, that you started crying over him at the same time, that his mind would kind of go blank. He would forget all complicated sentences, and only his natural “care giver” instinct would take over. If you were crying pretty hard, he would cup you cheeks in both his hands, and gently wipe away the tears that were now streaming down you cheeks, and softly say extremely sweet words, so that you would calm down a little. Things like, “ You’re too beautiful to be crying over me Jagi…”

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Taehyung: He would try and make you laugh. Unlike Jimin, Jin, and Yoongi, who would rather comfort you by simply letting you cry it all out, he would want to make you happy as soon as he could. He would do literally everything he could do get you to smile again. Something like, imitating one of the members, breaking chopsticks with both of his butt cheeks ’*cough* Jimin *cough*’, or even doing aegyo.


Jungkook: Another one to be extremely flustered. Unlike Jimin, however, he wouldn’t really be “devastated” but rather be confused in why you were so sad over something that wasn’t such a big deal to him. He would be a little awkward and wouldn’t be able to say anything, so he would pull you into a simple hug, and let you cry all you want. While you were in his hug, it would give him time to think of what to say. Even after all the time to plan, he would be nervous af when you actually looked up at him, and would end up saying something like “ IT’S OK TO CRY ” even though he was aiming to say something that would STOP your crying. I haven’t had flustered Jungkook in a while, so this is really refreshing lol

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