i want to meet you again

Meeting the 1p
  • 1p Germany: We going to do something fun as a way of knowing each other. We gonna get sweaty and tired, but we can rest after that. And is very exciting, so you'll want to do again and again.
  • 2p Germany: *takes off coat* Come here and take me tiger~
  • 1p Germany: I'M TALKING ABOUT TRAINING!
  • 2p Germany: Of course we can train first, and do the serious round later~ as you wish baby~
Axis asking out their long-time crush

There you go, love! Hope you like it^^


Germany

The mind is a powerful thing. And Germany has imagined himself asking you out so many times that he isn’t even afraid of it anymore. Even more, he is absolutely confident that you will say yes! Perhaps it’s wishful thinking but whenever he asks you out theoretically, you always say yes. Always. So what’s there to fear? Straight spine, chin up, broad walk and- “Hello, Germany. Can I help you?” … … … what was he doing again? Seeing your attentiveness and your eyes on him, he swallowed hard. How often did he dream about you looking up to him. For how long has he longed for a moment like this? “Do you want….have time…on…after the meeting?” That one was smooth for sure. Pat yourself on the back, you’re one of the few things that make Germany loose his composure.


Italy

Are you kidding me? This smooth motherfucker knows exactly what to do. Beginning with a cheesy line about how beautiful you are, going over to how extraordinary your personality is, and lastly how enraptured he is. Give him a chance, will you? Long time crush or not, Italy knows how to smooth talk the ladies. The most surprising thing will actually be the look on his face if you say yes. Eyes opened and glisting like sweet honey. A short, soft smile and just the tiniest bit of a sly expression. Enjoy this particular moment because he will turn back into his usual oblivious self. Thanking you and hugging you on the spot. You gave him a chance after all! The short look you got? Just the hint that he truly harbours some deep feeling for you…


Japan

How does one ask his crush out? The internet is helpful place…maybe. And even after calling France on the phone, Japan would still be extremely nervous. Of course he bought your favourite flowers. Of course he’s dressed to impress. Waiting for the perfect moment; in front of a park? In the middle of sweet little town? The setting plays an important role yet in his nervousness he would ask you in the most unfortunate moment. On your way to the bathroom. “Wouldyouliketogooutsometime?” Full bladder, flowers and pollen in your nose you excused yourself, not wanting to risk fate. Oh dear, what a failure…Japan would be beyond embarrassed about how the whole thing went down. So be a dear and say yes afterwards…he meant really well.


Romano

Similar to his brother. Romano knows how to flirt and for him it probably won’t be that hard anyway. He thinks. On the other hand why did he wait so long anyway? Why didn’t he ask you out the first time he saw you? Was he…scared? Of rejection? No! No, no, no, no no! He won’t even think in that direction. You won’t reject him. No way. Then why is he sweating so much? Why are his clamy palms shaking? Why is his brow furrowed? Because, fuck it, he likes you so so much. You are more than a simple pretty girl he chats up on a weekend. You’re special and he doesn’t want to fuck up…like usual. Be prepared for changes in volume and nervous movements. Oh, and don’t be too hard on him. He’s as vulnerable as it gets.

anonymous asked:

So if Caroline lives for another millennium or more like the originals you think she is never going to love somebody again as much as Stefan? Even though she already had a self proclaimed 'love of her life' prior to Stefan? Lawd, y'all really don't want Caroline to prosper for the sake of a ship and reach her full potential. Same goes for Bonnie.

I literally said:

“That doesn’t mean Bonnie and Caroline stayed alone for their whole existence”

They’ll find love again, they aren’t going to be like alone forever.

But even Plec said that even if Bonnie will meet someone else they established Enzo as her ultimate soulmate.

It’s also a show that established that you may have multiple epic loves in your life.

But it also ended with DE/SC/BE loving each other despite some tragic end.

In a way it made me also think about Titanic where Rose survived and lived her life and her grandchildren, but ultimately you see her being reunited with Jack in the “afterlife”.

Whether you like those ships or not, that’s another thing. It’s totally up to you if you prefer to imagine Caroline and Bonnie moving on with each other or meet someone new or go living in a yurt.

anonymous asked:

i hide my feelings cuz i dont want to b hurt again, any suggestions?

I understand that, but you only live once, you may be hurt but after some time you should definitely open to someone again and try again! no need to be closed and shy, life is full od unexpected situations and you don’t know what can happen tomorrow. maybe you are going to meet love of your life? who knows? take some time, recover yourself and try again!! 💖

I miss you.
Terribly.

Here I am, lying in my one-place-and-a-half bed, in the very place where you used to throw yourself to snuggle in, and I miss you.
The intensity that permeated your look when it touched me, the softness of your hair, the tenderness of your cuddles, the warmth of your skin against mine, the comfort of your presence, I miss everything.

It is so unfair. You are the person who has approached the most closely the frail little organ that is my heart, and here we are again strangers. It is even worse than being strangers, if we had simply returned back to this stage, there would remain hope, the electrifying excitement of having the opportunity to know each other, to discover each other, to marvel at each other of what we were, the visceral excitement of bonding to a new soul.
We’re not even strangers anymore. Even our eyes are fleeing each other as we both die of wanting to make them cross again.

I miss you.

You had to realize that we did not want the same thing for this utopia to end. It was too good to be true, you were too beautiful to be mine.
And here we are, both of us wishing deeply to reach the contraries of our mutual desires.
You, to love me with a flame of love that you do not have, in order to keep by your side the soul mate you found in me.
Me, to be able to forget that it is this flame of love that I have for you which gnaws me, in order to be able to meet again your almond eyes without feeling my world collapsing, in order to have the strength to keep you by my side, to have the strength to love you with that profound friendship you have for me.

I miss you.

We are but the sad spectators of a morbid scene, where we can only look helplessly at our plans to empty their blood by liters. The hope was extinguished in my hands when I tried to hold it to you and you did not know how to grasp it.
Love has given way to disarray, happiness has given way to loneliness, romance has given way to nostalgia, your kisses on my cheeks have given way to the erratic furrows of my tears, and you, you have given way to a gaping hole in the middle of my most secular hopes.

I miss you.

I wish I could hug you again, I would like to have the naivety to believe that you loved me, I would like to have the carelessness not to fear the nature of your feelings. I wish I could no longer be afraid to eternally continue to seek for you through all the people I meet. I wish I could not be terrified that I will never find someone else like you, someone who would have the same laugh, the same look, the same dimples in the corner of the mouth, the same hair, the same Way to kiss, the same way to get angry, the same tastes for music. I wish I could feel able to love something else than what you are.
I wish I could no longer feel a piece of me collapse every time I remember that you are now part of the past and that there is no possible future with you.
I wish that the thought of you leaves me a different taste than the bitter one of the salted pearls that flow on my cheeks.

I miss you.

—  are-you-ok-no-fck-off, The original text is in French and is on my tumblr here
Darling, I have one wish left. I want to see you again. When we meet again, I wanna talk about the past and make up for all the lost time together. One wish.
—  L.N. | one wish
help me immigrate? (repost)

hello! i’m an autistic queer/trans immigrant of colour. i have been dealing with various financial issues (link), mainly due to my residency status, but: i can finally apply for permanent residency! and with the recent turn of the election… i really want to finish this long, long journey

the only problem is that the actual application costs a lot of money. i need $550 for just the initial application processing fee, as well as $200 for the medical exam, and $490 for the acceptance fee. this doesn’t include fees for FBI check, keeping up with my other bills, etc. as explained in the post linked above, i can’t afford to save up for this right now, so i’m asking for help

the support i’ve received has meant more than the world to me, and i am so thankful for all of it. i don’t know how to pay back all the love and generosity i’ve received. i hope this will be the last time i have to ask for help, as getting permanent residency would open so many doors for me. i want to make things right for myself, and for all the people who believe i can and have helped me

i have a donation button on my blog, or you can donate directly to me at shinjiabrahams@yahoo.ca. if you are uncomfortable donating, i can do $5 sketches right now. either e-mail or PM me if you are interested in that! (this post will be updated soon with a place to view examples, sorry)

thank you, be gentle with yourself, thank you, thank you

An Unconventional Alignment

Context: The Lost Mines of Phandelver Starter Set, just after the Sleeping Giant tap house battle with the Redbrand Ruffians.  Playing D&D with my little brother and father.  My dad’s character’s alignment is Lawful Good.

Dad: “I decapitate the two dead ruffians, tie their hair together, and drag the living one in front of the Redbrand hideout.  I throw the heads into the burned-out ruins of the manor and bellow, ‘This is what happens when you mess with adventurers!  If you want the same fate, meet us as The Stonehill Inn!’  And I thrust my greatsword through the captive ruffian’s back, and it explodes out the other side of him.“ 

Me, the DM: "What is your moral alignment again?" 

Dad: "My alignment is Fucking Pissed!”

4


[D-DAY #2YearsWithSEVENTEEN #세븐틴_2주년_영원히_함께해]

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”


— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button  


Thank you @pledis_17. For everything.

Von (Hope)

Þar sem gróir þar er von.
Allt sem græðir geymir von.

Listen to [x] while reading.

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On the night of May 2nd 1998, Draco Malfoy lays awake on his bed.

It’s over. He’s dead. It’s over.” His mind chants. But is it?

A dark, hooded figure that hadn’t been there a second before stands on the edge of his bed, Malfoy starts. He grasps for his wand before realizing he hasn’t got one. The hooded figure chuckles, voice acidic and cold.

“You cheated me.” It says, Draco is frozen in place, searching his brain for whoever this might be. It can’t be the Dark Lord. He’s dead. Draco saw him die today. It can’t be.

“I’m Death.” It answers the question he hadn’t voiced, the knowledge brings a sense of Deja Vu, but he can’t quite place it “and no, I’m not here to take you with me.” he fails to conceal his disappointment. The room feels colder than it had.

“You were meant to die today, in the fire, but you didn’t.” The hairs on his body stand on edge at the mention of it. He’s shaking before he realizes it.

It had been so hot, he’d been gripping Potter’s waist like a lifeline, the fire licking at the hems of his pants, his screams drowned by the roar of the flames, Crabbe falling down and being consumed by them like he was nothing. He thought he’d die. He wishes he had.

“It was written on the stars, Draco Malfoy. However did you cheat the heavenly bodies?” It drawls out impatiently, he doesn’t know the answer. Is he supposed to?

“For this, however.” Death says, swishing it’s cloak, bony hands showing “I owe you a wish. Any wish at all.”

Draco’s eyes widen and his heart picks up speed in his chest. Any wish at all.

He suddenly remembers hearing a similar story to this one. Every bone in his body advices him not to accept, for Death could only be cunning and deceitful, not giving and generous.

Or perhaps Life was the first two and Death’s sweet release was the last. Perhaps life had been the cruel one all along. He dreams of a world where he doesn’t have to feel all of this, where the guilt doesn’t eat him alive, where he never takes the Dark Mark, where war doesn’t kill hundreds, where he’s happy.

He realizes that even if Death is fooling him, he doesn’t mind the likely outcome.

“I want a time turner” he says firmly “One capable of going back to 1991.” If Death is surprised, it doesn’t show it, it moves it’s hands in a swish and a time turner appears between them. It floats until it settles on Draco’s hand.

“Act wisely, Malfoy boy. For I can only grant you one wish.” It says, the ghost of a smile behind the dark hood. Then disappears.

Draco clutches the object and adjusts the time. He wonders if he’s in a dream, if it’ll work. Maybe he’s already dead and doesn’t know it, he doesn’t mind much. 

Doesn’t care to find out.

He closes his eyes and is launched into the paradox of time and space. He sees a colorless void and falls falls falls. His body small and insignificant in the never-ending space. Just when he’s starting to become fond of the quiet nothing and the soothing air touching his face, his stomach twists and he appears in a room that he knows too well. High ceilings and cool toned ancient furnitures. No feeling of home or coziness despite belonging to a child.

His childhood bedroom. If one could call it that.

He looks at the clock with a sharp twist and beneath the time, it reveals the date.

July 31st of 1991.

He almost can’t believe he has succeeded, but can’t dwell on his fear and excitement too long, for a small boy whom he knows too well and not at all stands at the foot of his bed, staring at him in horror. It’s a shock, seeing himself so full of life in the innocence of a child who doesn’t know what the future entails. A child with eager eyes and a prideful chest. Malfoy realizes he’s a ghost of what this child is.

“Who are you?” The small one shrieks. Draco presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. He’s grateful that the Manor is big enough for them not to be heard.

“I’m you. From the future.” young Draco flinches back and is about to start shouting again, before he seems to take in Draco’s features and connects them to an older version of himself. His eyes widen and Draco can see himself panic and glance around frantically, although also subtly, for an escape.

Slytherins. He thinks fondly.

“That’s not possible. Why-how are you here?” He demands.

“I have a story to tell you. But the first thing you need to know.” He swallows a lump in his throat “is that today you will be meeting a boy as you get fitted for your Hogwarts robes. I want you to change what you will say to him, for it’ll change how he sees you. It is extremely important that you do so.”

“Why? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” young Draco looks even more confused, of course he is.

Draco explains as much as he can and sugar coats what a child shouldn’t have to know. He attempts to explain to his own self that the opinions of his father are wrong, the small Draco tries to protest, but he doesn’t allow him to and continues telling him what’ll happen if he doesn’t listen carefully. By the end, his voice is hoarse and little Draco looks sick with fear. But he nods, seemingly understanding he has a duty to perform even if he doesn’t quite understand all of it it. Ah, the usual Malfoy, accepting what’s presented to him, born to please his elders, he thinks bitterly.

“Who’ll be the boy I’ll meet today?” His younger self asks tentatively when Draco is done talking and stands up. Draco smiles nostalgically as he adjusts the time again.

“I have put my faith in you, what you choose to do from now can change everything.” He says, and just as he feels the void sucking him in again, he says his last words to the last hope he’s got.

“And Draco, one last thing.” the kid nods “offer him your hand before you learn his name.”

-

where things grow, there is hope,
all that heals has hope.
 

[LYRICS] Spring Day by BTS (Japanese Version)

Japanese

会いたい
言葉にすると余計
会いたい
君の写真見るとね
会いたい でも時間がない
ただ過ぎていく
時の中自らを責めまた
遠くなる願い

まるで冬のようさ 夏でも吹雪くようさ
心を乗せた列車 すでに雪の中
いっそ君と地球の裏側へ 手を掴んでもう 逃げたい
どれだけ降れば 春の日が来るのだろう
Friend

この大空を舞う粉雪のよう
粉雪のよう
舞えるなら君へ
すぐ辿りつけるはずなのに

雪の花びら
舞い降り
消えていった
会いたい
会いたい
どれほど 想えば
凍える夜 数えれば
ねぇ、会えるの?
出会えるの?

冬の終わりを告げる
優しい春の日まで
花咲くまで
いて欲しいそのまま
そのまま

君が変わった?
じゃなきゃ僕が変わった
この流れる時に堪え
また変わるのだろうな
みんなそうだろう、なぁ?

そうさ君が 離れた今
ぶれることはなかった想いは
変わらないさ だけど今は別れよう
その方がもう苦しくないから

冷めた君がそう この吐息のよう この吐息のよう
積もる思い出はこんなにまだ残っているのに

雪の花びら
舞い降り
消えていった
会いたい
会いたい
どれほど 想えば
凍える夜 数えれば
ねぇ、会えるの?
出会えるの?

You know it all
You’re my best friend
また朝は来るのさ
どんな夜も どんな季節も
終わりは来るから

桜が花咲き
冬がもう終わるよ
会いたい
会いたい
ほんの少しだけ幾夜か数えたら
会いに行くよ
迎えに行くよ

冬の終わりを告げる
優しい春の日まで
花咲くまで
いて欲しいそのまま
そのまま

English

I miss you
Putting it into words like this makes me miss you more
When I look at pictures of you
I miss you
But I don’t have time
Amidst the realm of time I blame myself
And my wish gets further away again

It’s as if it’s winter, it’s as if it’ll blizzard even in the summer
A train that has my heart on it, it’s already in the snow
I want to go with you to the other side of the earth, grab your hand, and just run away
How much does it have to snow until a spring day comes?
Friend

Like fine snow that drifts in the wide sky
Like fine snow
If I could drift away to you
I’d be able to reach you quickly, but…

Petals of snow
They drifted down
And then disappeared
I miss you
I miss you
How much do I have to wish
How many freezing nights do I have to count
To be able to see you?
To be able to meet you?

Until the kind spring day that tells us the end of winter
Until the flowers bloom
I want you to stay, just like this
Just like this

You changed?
If not, then I changed
To bear this passing of time
I guess change happens again
It must be like that for everyone, right?

That’s right, this moment in which you left
My feelings that never wavered won’t change
But let’s separate for now
Because that’ll be less painful

Your now cold self is like this sigh, like this sigh
Even though there are so many of these piled up memories left

Petals of snow
They drifted down
And then disappeared
I miss you
I miss you
How much do I have to wish
How many freezing nights do I have to count
To be able to see you?
To be able to meet you?

You know it all
You’re my best friend
Morning will come again
Because all nights and all seasons
Have an end

The cherry blossoms bloom
And the winter is about to end
I miss you
I miss you
If I can count out even just a couple of nights
I’ll go see you
I’ll go pick you up

Until the kind spring day that tells us the end of winter
Until the flowers bloom
I want you to stay, just like this
Just like this

Trans cr; Maya & Mari @ bts-trans
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His || Jungkook || 0.18

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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NHL!Bitty - Pens AU

@kit923 requested NHL!Bitty playing for the Pens (@sergeantsexface seconded Pens!Bitty!) and this is a little more pre-Penguins, but it counts, right??? Takes place after the NHL hack that leaks homophobic emails. Eric is fed up with the entire league and planning to make a statement by not signing with anyone. Then this happens.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating


It’s just another godawful luncheon, but today Jack has the added pleasure of every other donor asking Jack’s opinion about his ‘homosexual’ teammate going pro. After the third locker room joke, Jack excuses himself, desperate for air, only to find his father and Uncle Mario nursing their drinks on the club’s back patio. 

He’s about to find somewhere less conspicuous when he hears: 

“That’s not even debatable, Bittle is going to be scouted. Even if he’s just shipped down to a farm team, Bettman isn’t going to-”

Oh. Of course, Mario would be involved in all of this, he’s an owner. Jack knocks his knuckles against the railing, his manners winning out over his morbid curiosity. They stop talking abruptly, but his father visibly relaxes when he sees it’s just Jack and not another donor.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


“Close your eyes.” He whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my ear as they stood to attention, making an almost unbearable shiver rake down my spine.

I nodded, letting my eye lids fall shut to his command, the abundance of sight making my nerves jolt in curiosity of what was to come next. What my outcome will be.

His lips trailed down my exposed neck, delicately brushing across the expanse of skin until his hands joined in, running along my sides before they met my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden forced movement, making sure my eyes were kept shut no matter how explosive the desire was to take a peek - to possibly seek out his advances meaning. To figure out his motive.

He straddled my waist, his eyes burning into my skull, “Tell me, (Y/N), what are you afraid of?” He asked, puzzling me with such a question in such a situation.

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When you meet your fave and he is every bit as nice and adorable as you thought he would be and you’re both really un-photogenic (and sleepy)  at midnight but it’s okay because you had a nice talk and good things happened for you and everything is great and nothing else matters.

anonymous asked:

Andreil meet when they get dragged into a bar fight and somehow end up in jail together 😇

When it comes to fight or flight, Neil has spent almost all of his life picking the latter. Except on an exy court, but even there, if he can get away from someone without getting hit, that is definitely the option he’s going with.

Which is why when he finds himself getting dragged away from a brawl, cuffed, tossed in the back of a police car, and driven to jail, it feels a little bit surreal.

He doesn’t even drink. He was at the club in the first place because Matt turned twenty-six at midnight and wanted to celebrate at a night out with all his friends. Most of them were drunk. Neil was not.

So he doesn’t have that as an excuse.

Still: his causes were noble, even if his actions weren’t. And his personal moral philosophy has always been strictly on the side of “ends justify the means,” especially if the ends are keeping his drunk best friend from getting robbed on the floor of a nightclub by a couple of guys twice Neil’s size.

Matt is pretty good in a fight most of the time, but drunk and concussed, he’s not much help. Neil took on all three of the guys on his own anyway—his job being, after all, at least partially just fighting people—and was about to lose very badly when a stranger joined in.

Neil didn’t expect the stranger to be on his side. The stranger was.

And now they’re in the back of a cop car together.

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anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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