i wish i could see him live

When my great grandfather passed away, my great grandmother used to always say,

“We learn to accept that it’s one of Allah’s laws that death is promised. I just wish that there was a promise that we could see our loved ones again from time to time”.

They were a very close and loving couple. The beautiful thing is that it’s as though Allah accepted her prayer. She used to see her husband in her dreams a lot. As a child I remember hearing her say his name and speaking to him in her sleep. She used to ask him why he’s left her alone and that no one can look after her like he used to. She lived almost 30 years without her husband and right til the very end she would sleep with his scarf at night and hold it while she did dikr. May Allah unite them both in Jannah and reward them for the great lessons they have taught us. Ameen


Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?

The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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I truly wish zeref wouldn’t be killed
All he did was to see his little brother, natsu’s smile again
And he was cursed couldn’t think properly any living thing he gets close to dies
He lived in loneliness
The only woman he loved died
All he is doing it to defeat acnologia
I think he deserves a happy ending
Where he will be with his brother as a family
Where his lover wouldn’t die from a kiss
Where he could embrace his son and love him without fearing killing him

Everyone deserves a second chance
Everyone deserves a happy ending


Making History | 1.02

Here’s to the milk first boys.

andrew claims not to understand neil’s survival instinct but the amount of effort he’s put into his own recovery suggests otherwise. he may not exactly want to live, though he doesn’t care enough to die either, he may not see the point or have anything worth living for (until neil…) but he’s searching. he goes to therapy, weekly, he protects kevin with his life and doesn’t trust anyone else with him (again, until neil…) because kevin promised to give him something to live for. he has been through so much but he is still fighting. he has as much of a survival instinct as neil and i think that’s part of why they understand each other so well 

Everything I wish I could say to Calum, in a fanfic.

The two lovers laid in the shaking bottom bunk of the large tour bus, and with the little light being shown through the thin curtain, she could see the marks and curves and dips in his features that made him exquisite to look at. Her back against the curtain, and his facing the wall, they stared. They didn’t know for how long, but time seemed like a distant fantasy and they were living on endless minutes. Those minutes turn to hours, and around 3 am, she knew they made a terrible mistake of staying up.

“You know you have an interview in about 3 more hours right?” She slightly smiled, inching closer to hear his voice that hadn’t been heard ever since dinner.

“Being up with you is worth it.” He said this with a staight face, but that was just Calum. He never dared to show too much emotion, in fear of becoming completely vulnerable. It just wasn’t like Calum to laugh at every joke or cry when someone died, he was almost like a brick wall. So she understood this about him, and accepted this new found trait, and actually, she grew to love it.

“It won’t be worth it when your makeup person has to use 6 tubes of concealer to cover up your terrible eye bags.” She rubbed under his eyes with her thumb, and studied the growing droopiness of his bags. But never the less, he was still beautiful.

“You should teach me how to use that thing, it could come in handy with me being on tour with you all year long.” He leaned over to kiss her softly, and then kissed her nose, making her move so much closer than their foreheads touched. Her fingers found their way to Calum’s slight curls on the back of his neck, and stayed staring into his glissening eyes.

“You won’t need it Cal, you’re so handsome already. No matter how bad you’re eye bags get, no matter how chubby your cheeks are, none of that matters to me. You could cover it up with all the makeup you want, but I’ll still love my brown skin Maori boy underneath.”

He huffed at her sudden emotional outburst.

“Where’d that come from huh?”

“Ever since I’ve met you babe, and I would constantly hear those reporters and even fans talking about how much weight you’ve gained, or how quiet you are during interviews, or how you’re just a man who sleeps around and doesn’t actually believe in relationships and connections. It’s never settled with me. And I know it gets to you too.”

Calum shook his head and tried to push her head back onto his chest so she’d sleep and let this whole thing go. Calum had parts of himself he knew he’d never like. But would he change them? Probably not, even if they were fixable. He didn’t want to fit society’s standards, or even his fans standards. Cal’s always been true to who he is. And if that’s a beer drinking, bass playing, smoking, brown skinned boy then he’d be just alright with that.

“It doesn’t get to me. I know how you feel about me, I know how the boys and crew feel about me, I know how my family feels about me, and I know how my fans and the rest of the world feels about me.”

She shot her head up looking just slightly upward at him.

“But do you know how you feel about yourself?” It was more of a statement than a question, and Calum’s gripped tightened on her, his lips drawing into a straight line.

“To some degree. I’m only 20, and being 20 you should be close to figuring out who you really are. Sure, I have my wonderful career, with opportunities I would never get the chance to experience otherwise. But sometimes that’s not all there is.”

He paused before saying what was to come.

“I don’t like not have privacy anymore. I don’t like seeing my name in headlines with untrue stories being told. I don’t like being a doll, getting made up almost everyday, and I have little to say about what goes on my face and body. I don’t like not being able to go online or on TV and tell the exact truth about my life, and having to keep some things like you to myself and the guys because it could mess up my reputation.” His eyes started becoming glossy, as his forehead laid on hers, eyes closed.

“I don’t like being away from you. I don’t like having to leave for months and come back to your apartment that I can barely remember. I mean, heck, I forgot where your bathroom was not too long ago.” She laughed, feeling yourself getting choked up and bringing her hand to stop the overflow of tears.

“I don’t like having to shield you away from my life. I don’t like not being able to show my love in more ways than I already do, which isn’t even enough. I don’t like being to guy that people talk down on because of my smoking and drinking habits, when in reality I’m perfectly healthy and happy. I’m such a happy man, Y/N, but I can’t share any of it. I’m trapped.”

“Oh baby, you are so much more incredible than you believe you are. Instead of thinking of those awful things and using them to hate yourself, look at the beautiful things you provide for people. Your fans, for example. You’ve given them an outlet: The New Broken Scene. They are able to listen to Sounds Good Feels Good with teary eyes and open hearts, relating to you, Michael, Luke and Ashton. They hear your bass line, and move to the beat even if they don’t have rhythm. You’ve opened up your journal entries to them, giving them an inside look into what goes on in that tragically beautiful head of yours, and makes them feel that much closer to you. Sure, you’ve had to give up some of the most important things in life. Privacy, truth, freedom. But when I see all you’ve done for millions of people out there, I’d say it was well worth the sacrifice. And I get to watch you open up your heart to thousands of people this year on tour alone.” She kissed his nose as a gesture of comfort. He smiled at her, pulling her even closer to his chest, feeling the overwhelming beat of his heart. Calum was happy.

He had his flaws, hell, we all do. His were just more public. He could walk around in public picking his nose and everyone would be calling him gross. But would that stop him from inspiring people to live outside of their comfort zone? Fuck no. He’d go out and do it again, and again, and again. His mistakes don’t define him. His flaws don’t define him. The things he hates about himself do not define him. They’re what makes him, Calum Hood. The one and only, nobody else could be a better Calum. And that is why, she, along with millions more, adore him.

I’m lagging so hard in the writing game. Still doing part 2 of “I Would Never Call It Love” if you guys are still into it. Much love goes out to my boy Calum, who deserves more love than he gets. And I know it’s Michael’s birthday and I wish him the best 21st fucking birthday, now he’s legal to drink in America so woop. 


Goodbye Rickon Stark (interpreted by Art Parkinson)

“Are we going home? I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and Shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?”


I wish this film had Gaston see the errors of his ways instead of having him die. I really liked the depth they gave to his character like when they talk about how he was a captain in the war and presumably had some form of PTSD, but I feel that they could have made it a Disney-Disney ending where he has an epiphany, becomes a good person, makes amends, and the characters embrace him for it and Belle and Maurice would forgive him. It would be really nice to have a happy ending for ALL of the characters. But that’s just me and I personally hate to see anyone die… even in fairy tales


9x07 “Bad Boys” // 12x07 “Rock Never Dies”
“I don’t get it, Lucifer could be taking over Heaven and Hell right now, but instead he acts out some rock god fantasy?”

I know I already talked about this during live watch, but I just wanted these moments side by side as they lie exactly three seasons apart. And like last season one may see this small moment here as a possible loose “alignment” between Dean and Lucifer. Though of course Dean’s wish to be a rockstar was and even at present still be much purer and more more innocent than Lucifer’s could ever be. Because for Dean it would mean people looking up to him, people liking him and seeing him as a hero (that he is but never would see himself as) and feeling like he matters (seriously, we have to get a scene of Dean with a guitar and singing at some point now, because I bet he can play real damn well - maybe Cas and Sam can give him a guitar for christmas? - Someone write me that ficlet! ;))

And actually in some way that isn’t too different to Lucifer, just that Lucifer tries to find “love” in all the wrong ways and all the wrong places (kind of like Crowley actually - since just like the King of Hell, he just “needs love” and maybe that realization could get him to truly change at some point…). Doesn’t he remind you a little bit of Metatron? He after all admitted to God last season that all the horrible stuff he did was just to achieve one thing: Draw God out. After the entire speech we heard from Lucifer, his identity crisis, the feeling of being abandoned yet again by his father - I think him trying to kill as many people as possible actually could be seen as a way of him trying to get his father to interfere and maybe yes, to end it even, because he is lost and really, being bad and causing bloodshed and all that, he says he does it for fun (which of course is awful), but in the end isn’t it also somehow Lucifer kind of “going through the motions”? He does what he always has, but he feels he matters less than ever before….

You Don’t Belong With Him (Part 3) - Negan & Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 1

Part 2

summary: shitty little closure chapter

a/n: i’ve been posting such shit on this blog lately i’m sorry i’m going through some shit right now

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 401

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Every time you visited Alexandria, you would talk to Carl. No matter how much of a good life you felt you were living, you missed him. You missed your best friend, and you wished you could see him more. 

Negan, of course, could never know. He was always in the worst mood on the drive back to the Sanctuary from Alexandria, and you had a good feeling why. He was jealous. You could sense it. The way his shoulders seemed tense as he gripped the steering wheel, how his temper became short; Those distinct difference paid tribute to how much it really bothered him. 

You swung open the door to your side of the truck, sliding into the worn leather seat. Negan was already in the car, and his foot was on the pedal before you could even situate yourself. 

“Whoa, why the rush?” you asked with a laugh, gripping the ceiling handle as the car jolted forward. 

Negan’s jaw tensed, and his knuckles whitened against the black steering wheel. His eyes remained facing the road, but his face was turned to you. 

“Do you want to go back to Alexandria?”

Your eyes widened in shock, and your mouth fell open. 

“What? Do you?” he asked, lightening his force oh the pedal. 

“Sorry. I just… Wow, that surprised me,” you muttered, tucking your feet up to the seat. “Why do you ask?”

Negan looked like  he was thinking hard, looking anywhere but at you. 

“You always talk to Carl when we go there, and I just figured you’d be happier there, with him,” he sighed. 

You felt guilty for thinking about his offer. Did you want to go back to Alexandria? 

“No, I like it with you. I just miss them sometimes, but I’ll get over it,” you assured him. 

“Darling, don’t lie to me. You know I see right through that shit,” he quipped. 

No matter how tempted you were to go back and live with your family, you knew what you had to do. For their safety, you decided to stay at the Sanctuary. 

That’s what you told yourself, at least. You really did enjoy Negan’s presence, but you felt ashamed for it. No matter how many times Carl confessed his love for you, you knew he was too late. You didn’t belong with him in Alexandria, and he knew that. 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Good Dream? (Spencer Reid)

Warnings: Smutish 

Your POV:

   It was a dark morning. The clouds were casting the sun. I wish that we could stay in bed all day long but I knew that, that wouldn’t happen. Spencer had to get up and get ready for work. He needed to go save lives. Although I liked him saving lives, I just couldn’t bare to hear about anything that hurt him. I looked to my side to see Spencer sleeping sweetly. His eyes moved fast under the his lids. His lips were parted a bit letting out long deep breaths. His face was relaxed. One of his arms was loosely over my hips. I turned my head back to the clock. 5:30, He needed to wake up. I sighed, I knew I’d be upset when he left. I’d miss his touch and lips, just him. “Spence, babe. Wake up, you need to get up. You have to go to work.” I told him placing my thumb on his cheek. “Babe, wake up.” I shook him this time placing a kiss on lips. When that didn’t work, I crawled on top of him and squeezed his cheeks. “Wake upppp” I told him again bouncing on him slightly. I started to hear him groan a bit. “It’s about time you woke up.” I said to him thinking he was awake. His eyes were still closed as I shifted on him a bit. He let out a slight moan. I furrowed my brow a bit and sat still.  I leaned back a bit and felt something hard. ‘Ahhhhh, now I know.’ I said to myself smiling a bit. I got back under the covers going down slowly to his hard length. I slowly pulled down his pajama pants kissing around him. I pumped him in my hand slowly making him even harder. I heard him groan again. I licked a stripe from the base up to the tip kissing the tip of him. I pushed him passed my lips pushing him all the way down my throat as best as I could without gagging myself. I heard his breathing hitch in his throat followed by a loud moan. I could feel in my arousal pool in my panties as I kept sucking him. “Y/N?” he finally woke up. He pushed the covers back to see me suck him off. I pulled him out of my mouth and crawled all the way back to his lips. His hands distinctively found their way to my ass grabbing. I kissed his lips hard. He moaned in my mouth, I moved my kisses down to his throat, “So, what was that dream about Spence?” I asked him. He whimpered a bit when I pulled away from him, “You were on your knees, ya know in front of me and um doing that.” he said shyly, his cheeks burning a red. “I can do that.” I told him going down on him again. I started to suck him off faster and faster. His moans became loud, breaths becoming fast. As soon as he was about to cum I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed his lips. “You need to get ready.” I smiled widely laying down. His eyes darkened with annoyance and lust. “We aren’t done yet.” he told me in his raspy low morning voice. He moved on top of me and kissed my lips passionately. His lips ended up on my breasts biting and sucking them. “Now, you wouldn’t send me to work without breakfast would you?” he asked moving down to my warm, wet center. I shook my head no and allowed him to move in between my legs. He kissed up my thighs stopping to suck some of the soft skin. “Look at how wet you are. I haven’t even touched you.” he said with a proud smirk. He started to lick me over my panties rubbing my inner thighs. He reached up to the hem of them and pulled them down slowly. He got rid of them throwing them somewhere in the room. He spread my legs widely and started to kiss and suck on my clit. He then inserted one finger in me making my breath get caught in my throat. “Come on Spence, no teasing.” I whined, arching my back to push him closer. He laughed making the vibrations course though my body pleasuring me. I moaned out his name. He then slipped another finger in me still sucking on my clit. As soon as I was about to cum he stopped and slammed his length in me hard. I groaned in pain and pleasure “God Spence.” I moaned, His movements speed up going deeper and deeper. “Spence, I’m gonna, I’m gonna..” I trailed off the pleasure washing over me prohibiting me from thinking straight. He slowed down and kissed me pushing deeper and deeper. He reached his hands back to my breasts kneading them “Come on babe, cum for me.” he told me as he rocked his hips into me slow but hard. Soon I came undone letting myself release. I moaned and scratched down his back. I soon felt his hot liquids come inside of me. He rolled over still in me pulling me on top of him. We laid there for a bit slowing our breathing. “Must’ve been one hell of a dream.”  

I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
—  😔
Dream Lovers

It was a tacit agreement
Between them:
Never to speak of Love,
Never to hope for more
Than the pittance
They were given.
Til one day he said,
“I wish we lived in
A hidden world
Or could travel back
In time to when
I could’ve made you mine.”

She stopped him
With a finger to his lips,
“There is no other world
And there’s no going back.
We must move forward
Down the paths we chose”

Seeing his pained expression
She softened and said,
“But there is still a way
We can be one.
Our dreams can be
Our hidden world,
Our time machine,
Our only hope.
For in our dreams,
The fantastical can
Feel so real.
So meet me tonight,
And every night,
In the mists of your mind.
I can’t wait to spend
My nights with you.”

Request: can I have a prince bambam moodboard?? -anon

Bambam Moodboard - Forest Prince

I went to the woods

because I wished to live deliberately,

to front only the essential facts of life.

And see if I could not learn

what it had to teach and not,

when I came to die,

discover that I had not lived.


A/N: I’m very grateful for this request because as soon as I read it, I imagined Bambam journeying through the deep forest, a golden crown on his head, smiling and touching every single vine and flower he came across. I don’t know why, but I really do see him as a protector of the forest in some fairytale AU. He would be a great ruler. Long live the forest prince. Make moodboard requests here my lovelies <333


the past few years for my older brother has been shitty, and he’s very depressed, and i’m worried about him. he lives with us, has no way of transportation to any job, or school, and he doesnt have insurance yet. 

i’m trying to help him get on insurance so he can see a doctor, just a regular family medicine one, so he can get on anti depressants. he really feels that they’ll help him with motivation and his depression. 

he also has very few pants, he has nothing to do since we’re very far away from others and any schools he wishes he could go to, and his shoes are so old that he’s had them since he started high school. he’s 20 now. 

if anyone can help, PLEASE buy him anything off my amazon wishlist, the items for him are specified, and his special interest is pokemon, i just want him to feel better

thanks for reading! sb if you can’t help out please, thanks

Ethan & Grayson: Alone
They act so different when they’re alone. They’re so much quieter and Ethan is especially different somehow. Not different in a bad way just different, it’s like he mimics Grayson in some ways when he’s around him. I wish I could see an unfiltered version of their lives both when they’re together and when they’re not. I wonder so much about what they’re really like behind the camera.

Today, a young man went missing here in my town. He was our delivery guy, and I always looked out for him. I called him “the handsome delivery guy”, talked about him with my friends, he was a happy, sweet guy and absolutely a bright little light in my life. His car was found at a bridge, and it’s not probable that he’ll be found back. For some reason I wish I could’ve told him that he made me so happy. That I always smiled like crazy after he had delivered another package, just because he was such a good man. 
I just want to say- you don’t know who you’re important to. You have no idea what kind of impact you have on other’s lives and how special you can be for random people you don’t even know the name of. Maybe it’s someone you see once, or someone you see every day, a stranger you always wave at because you walk your dog at the same time every morning. Don’t let them miss you.

sentence prompts ➝ velvet goldmine
  • ❛ Well, smiles lie. ❜
  • ❛ You live in terror of not being misunderstood. ❜
  • ❛ The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❜
  • ❛ It’s funny how beautiful people are when they’re walking out the door. ❜
  • ❛ Style always wins out in the end. ❜
  • ❛ All it did was make him bonkers whenever he heard an electric guitar. ❜
  • ❛ We’re in a bit of a decadent spiral, aren’t we? ❜
  • ❛ You could be my main man. ❜
  • ❛ And naturally you want me for this, right? ❜
  • ❛ I knew it was over. I just didn’t know it was up to me to make it stop. ❜
  • ❛ Make a wish and see yourself on stage, inside out. ❜
  • ❛ Beauty reveals everything because it expresses nothing. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t think I have what you’re looking for. ❜
  • ❛ You know, if you’re gonna claim that you’re gay you’re gonna have to make love in gay style. ❜
  • ❛ They despised him. ❜
  • ❛ It was pretty clear what was happening. ❜
  • ❛ We set out to change the world, ended up just changing ourselves instead. ❜
  • ❛ Time, place, people. They’re all speeding up. ❜
  • ❛ How can we help you? You must tell us. ❜
  • ❛ Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. ❜
  • ❛ Heroin used to be my main man. ❜
  • ❛ Clearly there was something, something from the past spooking me back. ❜
  • ❛ A real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them. ❜
  • ❛ The world changed because you are made of ivory and gold. ❜
  • ❛ Rock and roll is a prostitute, it should be tarted up. ❜
  • ❛ And they tell you it’s not natural. ❜
  • ❛ You come here and say you wanna help and I say far out. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not really myself except in the midst of elegant crowds. ❜
  • ❛ Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he’ll tell you the truth. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t believe that there is much of a future to speak of. ❜
  • ❛ Everyone’s into this scene because it’s supposedly the thing to do right now. ❜
  • ❛ I will mangle your mind. ❜
  • ❛ What? Is there a problem? ❜
  • ❛ Now, just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn’t necessarily prove sex was involved. ❜
  • ❛ They were elegance walking arm and arm with a lie. ❜
  • ❛ We actually plan to take over the world. ❜
  • ❛ I should think that if people were to get the wrong impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently refer, it wouldn’t be the wrong impression in the slightest. ❜
For Those In A Long Distance Relationship:

A moment for those who won’t get to go to prom with their loved one.
To those who must walk through school hallways and see other couples in their happiness.
To those who must walk the city streets and see the night lights and only wish they could be there to see them with you.
To those who live their life by the day you’ll be together again.
To those who count the months,
the weeks,
the days,
until the day comes.
To those who have yet to meet your loved one in person.
To those who fight through poor Skype connections and poor internet service, just to send them a small “I love you”.
To those who write letters, start blogs, or send random gifts to your loved one, in place of daily physical contact.
To those who wear the bracelets, the rings, the necklaces, anything they were given by them, every day- just to feel connected somehow.

You are strong.
Distance hurts- but it’s alright for it to hurt. There is no shame in feeling that pain.
Because one day, the only distance between you will be sleep..

and even then, perhaps you will be together in your dreams…