i-thought-i-was-special

Do you ever think you are special to someone but then you see this person acting the same with everybody else and you are just kinda “oh, ok. i never thought I was special”

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Akira (1988) / Cel x 2, Original Background + Douga  / 250mm x 350mm

Tetsuo braces for impact with Takashi at the end of the opening bike battle.

I thought I should post something special today. Subject-28 has hit 5k followers. Thanks for all the support!

Art from the opening bike battle is very rare. Much of this scene got waterlogged when the ship transporting the art from Japan to Streamline Pictures in the US was hit by a storm.

“Millennials were told that they were special, that they could be anything if they tried hard enough.”

Who were you that you were told that? Where did you grow up that you got that “just for trying” trophy everyone is speaking about? What was it like, thinking you could exceed? I lost faith in jobs in 2008 when my family lost everything. I have been working since I was 12. I never thought I was special because for every talent I had there was someone better than me. The average number of colleges applied to in my high school was 11. The average acceptance rate was 3 to 7. We knew we weren’t going to get our reach school. We knew we weren’t good enough. My friends died because of that. For every person i know who had it easy I know forty who are struggling. Who can’t afford an education or health insurance or who has to choose between feeding their family and their future. None of us ever got a trophy. And if we did it didn’t make us think we were good for trying, it made us aware we didn’t try hard enough for the real thing.

Who were you that you were never called stupid or bossy or loud or weird. Who was told that you could succeed being who you were when the rest of us had nothing. My last name meant I couldn’t be a CEO. Hispanic genes. Who were you that you never got tripped up by your sexuality, never had something denied you because of your gender. Never told to get back into the kitchen, never told that trans people are just sick. I’m just asking.

It would have been nice to have that kind of a life.

Shy Boy

Anon: Got7’s Mark smut but with him being shy so “reader” take the lead and in the end he is not as shy as he looks something like that pleaseeee.

Author: Admin M

Character(s): Mark (Got7)/Reader

Word Count: 718

Summary: Mark becomes nervous when I walk out in his present.

“Oh absolutely.” He smiles and kisses me again. “But let’s not tell my brothers.” He smiles and we both laugh.

I chuckle as I look at him. He rubs the back of his neck. I was up to him slowly.

“Oppa?” He looked up at me. “Do you not like it?” I look down at my red lingerie nervously.

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Stroke

Originally posted by dearbyun

Rating: M

Summary: Your boyfriend is on tour and missing you very much, so he sends you a very “touching” video. ;)

Warnings: Graphic detail, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, and scarf kink. (Yes, seriously, scarf kink. I think I’m just making up new kinks now. *facepalm*) Read at your own risk! 


You were lying across your bed in your fuzzy cat pajamas, listening to Exo and doing some homework when you got a text from your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You smiled to yourself, figuring it was one of his usual good night messages. He always sent you a text right before bed, wishing you to sleep well and saying that he loved you. However, he had been texting you even more frequently ever since he left for a short tour overseas.

He kept saying that he missed you. This didn’t surprise you, since Baekhyun was a really thoughtful guy. You considered meeting him to be the best thing that had ever happened to you. He was so loving and sweet, truly an angel on Earth. He shared everything with you, so even though you had only been together for a few months so far, you felt like you had known him forever.

After a string of bad boyfriends who had clearly only wanted sex from you, Baekhyun was like a breath of fresh air. He had single-handedly restored your faith in the male gender by never ogling your body but always being the one to look after your heart with such tender love and care. 

In fact, you realized that he had never even mentioned sex to you once. You were sure that he had no such thoughts about you. You were totally fine with that, since you didn’t have interest in such things at all. After all, true love was pure and innocent, right? Of course! That was what made it so romantic and exciting! 

You squealed to yourself gleefully, hugging the Baekhyun-shaped pillow on your bed (which he had given to you) with both arms, then you picked up your phone to check his message.

Upon clicking it, a video started to download and you noticed the words “video message” which you had missed before entirely in your excitement. 

This seemed even more interesting to you, since seeing Baekhyun was always the best option, but what would he be doing in this video? You figured he would probably sing. He sometimes sent you videos of him singing, either because he just felt like it, or because he wanted to sing you to sleep.

After loading, the video launched and the face of your beloved filled the screen of your phone. You squealed and fanned your face because, as always, he was incredibly handsome and it made you feel like your heart would leap out of your chest and sail out of your throat, exiting your body entirely and thus killing you instantaneously. It was an overwhelming and exhausting sensation, sure, but such was the feeling of dating Byun Baekhyun.

“Jagiya, annyeong!” he sang adorably, making finger hearts at you and causing you to squeal some more. He then began to just talk to you comfortably, filming himself with his phone as he walked around his hotel room. Apparently he was getting ready for bed.

“So I’m stuck in this hotel room right now and it’s so boring. I’d much rather be there with you, but I can’t.” he pouted dramatically, and you grinned at your phone. “So I thought I would send you a special message. Are you ready? Okay, let’s start!”

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EXO Reaction when you mistake your boyfriend for another member

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Kinda sad* “Come one jagi… how would you mistake me for Kris… we doesn’t have my ears!”

Kris:

*Just finds it hilarious* “Chanyeol? Like me? He should feel honored… I’m amazing” *Sassy Kris*

Sehun:

*Coming up with the craziest theories and everything to understand why you confused him with someone else*

Tao:

*graphical description* “I thought… I was special in your heart… and eyes…”

Kai:

*Kinda happy xD* “WAAH! I look like hyung?! This is so flattering! He is so handsome and I’m handsome so this means I’m super handsome!”

Xiumin:

“You confused me with Luhan? Oh jagi… that’s funny.. he was probably wearing my hoodie right? Yes you aren’t the first one..”

Baekhyun:

“I’m going to end you Kyungsoo… I will!” *Probably will end up running away from him*

Luhan:

“Oh no no no… baobei no…. I’m manlier than Sehun!” 

Chen:

“Oh… you naughty girl… I’ll make sure that next time you don’t get the wrong guy ;););)”

Kyungsoo:

*Can’t help it but laugh* “Come on jagi… Chanyeol is like two times me… I think we both need new glasses….”

Lay:

“I look like Suho? Really? I never thought… this this… this explains a lot” *Somehow it makes sense to him*

Suho:

*Every time he sees Baekhyun* “I do not look like him… no… I refuse to believe that.. she’s mine!” *Jelly leader*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

I love you still but you know how in movies people get angry and hateful after they got hurt?
Well I wish I’d be like that too but here I am writing about the galaxies and oceans I saw in your blue eyes and how I saw all the sadness behind that twinkle everyone sees when you smile, all the sadness you cover up with humor and sarcasm, fooling everyone that you’re the most care free person walking in this planet, fooling everyone but me.
Why not me? because I spend enough time getting to know you and I came to the point where I know you better than myself or at least I knew you because thanks to your actions I don’t know anything at all anymore.
You completely destroyed that little piece that was left of me, what I’ll never understand since your heart is made out of gold even though you would never admit that because that wouldn’t match your asshole image which you’re so proud of, you apologized for being one but you’re the one who decided to become one.
I still love you though, more than anyone and anything, I thought I was something special to you but I guess all I am or was to you is a broken girl with more illnesses than friends and more love to give than you could take.
I love you still even though you crashed me completely, I didn’t deserve the way things ended because they never ended, you kept me waiting while you went and found yourself someone new, while I was breaking down, crying and crying and begging for you to stay as if as soon you were gone I’d have stopped breathing but that’s exactly how I felt and still feel, like dying but dying would be better than this because my heart stopped but nothing else has, the world is still spinning.
But hey what’s new? finding someone better isn’t hard especially someone better than me but I’d still rather tear myself apart than see you looking at her with the same smile you gave me, I saw a picture of you last night and oh god i broke down to the point of feeling the heartbreak, feeling the pain in my heart physically but I love you still even though we’re completely strangers now and you left me with my heart, left me with this ache in my chest for forever, forever that’s what you said but forever seemed so short don’t you think?
I love you still and I can’t put in words how much because nothing on this planet can describe the love I have for you.
You were my home and now i’m homeless but I love you still and forever and pray for your happiness still every night.
I love you still.
—  neckings

jointhefight  asked:

Trans!alex prompt: Doing hair/getting a haircut? Debates about coffee?

Alex would get haircuts occasionally. Not much, just a bit of a trim to keep his hair at shoulder level and the dead ends at bay. 

He was just walking back to his dorms when Thomas texted to meet him in the school coffee shop. Alex huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, before setting off in the opposite direction and sending a quick text back to Thomas that he’ll be there in under ten minutes.

When he arrived a few minutes later he spotted his boyfriend sitting alone at a table and went to sit next to him. Thomas, who was previously looking down at his phone, glanced up at Alex and pushed a cup of coffee toward him. Alex took it gratefully from him and sipped at it’s hot contents.

“Hey, so what’s up?” Alex asked, placing the coffee back down on the table.

“Well,” Thomas started, without looking up, “I have an issue.” 

Alex took another sip out of his coffee, eyeing Thomas for a minute and when he realize that he wasn’t going to continue, Alex sighed and asked, “So what’s the issue then?”

Thomas grinned, finally putting his phone away and looking up at Alex. He blinked a couple of times, his grin widening, when he said, “You got a haircut, didn’t you?” 

Alex started, surprised, “Uh, yeah. I’m leaving it down for a bit, but the issue?”

“Right, right. Anyway, it looks good.” Thomas added, “But yes, the issue I have. So. Coffee.”

Alex stared at Thomas, his mouth open. “Coffee? Your issue is with…. Coffee?” 

Thomas sat back in his seat, arms crossed. “That’s right. You know it’s practically a drug right? Like, people can get addicted to that shit. I mean, how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?”

“Is this some kind of intervention or something?” Alex asked light heartedly, “Because if so, I’m just gonna go.”

Thomas went on, ignoring Alex, “I’m guessing you drink over five cups a day, I mean, that can’t be healthy.”

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” 

“And statistics say that you could be hospitalized if you drink more than eight. Eight cups a day! If I remember correctly you drink at least ten!” Said Thomas, motioning at Alex.

Alex sat back as well, grinning, amused. “Says you, aren’t you the one who bought me this cup here? I’m fine.”

“Ah yes, but what if I told you that what you’re drinking there, is decaf?” Said Thomas in a challenging tone, obviously eyeing Alex with interest at what he would say next.

Alex almost wanted to laugh. This whole situation was quite ridiculous, but he decided to play along. “Decaf?” He said, faking his shock. “How could you? You know I can’t survive without caffeinated coffee. Thomas, why have you done this?”

“I just wanted to see the effects of what was to come.” Thomas admitted.

“And here I thought…. I thought we had something special, Thomas. I’m shocked, really.” Alex replied overly dramatic as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I feel it already, my body weakening.”

At this, Thomas laughed, which actually shocked Alex. “Oh god damn, I couldn’t keep a straight face.” he said, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to hold back his glee. “You’re so dramatic, I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously.”

And Alex laughed too, he keeled over with laughter, hiding his face in his hands. The two of them laughed for what seemed forever, but eventually they pulled themselves together and sighed happily.

“But really, your hair does look nice.” Thomas finally said, his smile wider than ever.

“Thanks, love.” Alex replied, reaching for his coffee and then pausing. “Is it really decaf though?”

Thomas couldn’t help but burst out laughing again.

I was always one of the lucky ones. My parents loved me more than they loved themselves. And I truly believed God thought I was special- and I still do. Throughout my whole life I’ve chosen to see the good in bad situations and grow from hardships in any way I can. I refuse to forget about everything amazing I have in my life just because one bad thing has happened. It’s not lost on me how difficult it is to stay optimistic during tough times, but I realize that it’s a conscious choice, and there’s a clear right decision. Don’t let bad turn to worse. It’s possible for flowers to grow through sidewalks just like it’s possible to turn setbacks into new opportunities and it’s possible to turn heartbreak into art.
—  I hope this is what at least one person needed to hear
Cheater Peter

@sunser-pat-kids: 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 11, 15, and 16 for prompts please 😄 with pan

Prompt(s):

  • 2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
  • 3. “Stay with me”
  • 4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”
  • 5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
  • 8. “Why are you so jealous?”
  • 9. “Where do you think you’re going”
  • 11.“I need some time”
  • 15.“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
  • 16. “Just talk to me”

Warnings: arguing, AU

You were giving Peter the silent treatment all day. Yesterday, while he was at work, you went to surprise him for lunch. However, when you got there, he was flirting with a female coworker. It was obvious they were flirting, too. She was giggling and blushing while he was smirking and caressing her cheek. It pissed you off beyond belief. You knew Peter had a history of cheating and being flirtatious, but you thought maybe you could change his ways. Now you were thinking that wasn’t the case.

“Are you okay or something?” He asked, standing across from you as you sat on the couch.

“I’m fine” was all you said.

Peter gave you a look, scoffing. “Stop pretending you’re okay, ‘cause I know you’re not.

You began to fume. You breathed only through your nose, keeping your eyes on the TV. Your arms were crossed over your chest, feet resting on the coffee table.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me all day. What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” You began to unleash. “Oh I don’t know, how about the fact that I went to surprise my boyfriend yesterday at work. You know, see him on his lunch break, eat some food with him, only to see the bastard getting a little too close with his female coworker.”

Peter chuckled once. “Are you saying you’re jealous?”

“Jealous? Hell yeah I’m jealous.”

 “Why are you jealous?” Peter then crossed his arms. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. We just work together.”

“Because I know you’ve cheated on previous girls! I know you’ve betrayed past girlfriends. I don’t even know why I’m dating and living with a known cheater, but here I am. Loving you and everything, while you’re probably fucking her behind my back!”

Peter went silent for a moment. Your heart began to race,the feeling of tears beginning to enter your eyes. Here comes the truth.

“Okay, I haven’t slept with her, but…” That was all you needed to hear, but you let him finish. “Maybe we’ve kissed a few times. Mad-eout. But I haven’t slept with her.”

Instant tears fell down your cheeks. You stayed silent, face turning red and everything. You had to admit, part of this was your fault. You knew Peter was a cheater, why think you could change him? You took a risk, and this was the outcome.

Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.” You didn’t respond, which worried Peter. “Well… Yell, scream, say something. Anything! Just talk to me!

For once, Peter couldn’t handle the silence. It was worrying him. But all you did was sit there on the couch, not making eye contact with him, and crying silently.

You stood up, still not looking at him. “I need some time.

You walked to the door, not eve grabbing a few things first. All you needed really was your phone. You opened the door, but Peter of course stopped you. He rushed over, grabbing your hand and tugging at it lightly.

Where do you think you’re going?

“Out.” You snapped at him. “I don’t want to see you, or talk to you, or even you breathe.”

Peter searched for something to say. He couldn’t let you leave. “Walk out that door and we’re through!” He said firmly. “Stay with me.

You paused. So much anger boiled inside you. It took all your power not to turn around and smack Peter in the face.

“Are you seriously threatening me? You? Are you fucking serious, Peter? Bullshit! How dare you say we’re through if I walk through that door! You’re the one who just admitted to making out with some whore! You cheated, you were unfaithful–”

“But I told you the truth. I told you what happened,” Peter interrupted. “We should be okay.”

Again, you wanted to smack him. He was such an idiot, a dumbass.

“That’s not how it works, Peter! You still went behind my back and made-out with some girl. I could never do that to you. I could never go around kissing one of my coworkers while in a relationship with you. Or anyone for that matter. You don’t go around kissing people you want to kiss when committed to someone else, dammit. Why can’t you see that?”

Angry tears were streaming down your face. Peter was beginning to get the hint that he messed up big time. He couldn’t fathom kissing someone else as being wrong. It was in his nature, something he’d always done. He never knew he was in wrong unless he slept with them.

“I thought you’d be different this time. I know you’re a cheater, but I thought with me… I thought I was special.”

“Y/N, wait! No, I’m sorry. I really am. You are special. You really are. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you–”

“Well you did. I’ve told you I’ve been cheated on before. You said you wouldn’t do that to me, and I was foolish enough to believe that Cheater Peter wouldn’t cheat on me. My biggest regret right now is believing you.”

Peter’s heart felt like it stopped when you called him Cheater Peter. Was that what people called him behind his back? Was he stigmatized and known as Cheater Peter? It didn’t sound good to him, and made him feel bad.

“Y/N, I’m–”

“Save it. You’ve lost me, Peter. I don’t tolerate cheating at all, you know that. I’m done. I’ll pick up my things tomorrow.”

With that, you left. The door closed. Peter couldn’t hold himself up. He fell to his knees, tears falling down. He had just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You were so great. So wonderful, and he fucked up. Peter didn’t know how to fix it. But he knew you were gone, and he for once had lost.

Lazy Days- Jamie Reagan Imagine

Pairing: Jamie Reagan x Reader

Word Count: 646

Request: can you do a Jamie Reagan imagine where you have a lazy day at your house? fluff? xx

A/N: I love Jamie Reagan, and this was super cute to write. I won’t be on tomorrow, so enjoy your Friday! I will be back on Saturday, though, with a lot more fluff. 

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They say that the little things add up, and that’s exactly what had been happening at work. You were in charge for two weeks while your boss was away, and it seemed like everyone forgot how to do their job in that time. You were beyond stressed.

During your lunch break, you decided to visit Jamie down at the station. Even Jamie was beginning to get stressed, which was rare for such a laid back and objective person. You decided to pick up his favorite pastries from the bakery near your office.

“Hey, Jamie,” you greeted, running into him on the sidewalk.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you would be busy at work,” he kissed your cheek.

“I needed a break; it’s been Hell for these past two weeks. I also brought you some food for the road,” you smiled handing him the box.

“Are those from that bakery next to your office,” Eddie asked, grabbing the box from her partner.

“Yeah, I figured you two could use a treat.”

“Eddie, I’ll meet you in the car,” Jamie said, turning his attention to you, “I have a treat for you, too.”

“And what would that be,” you smirked.

“I took off tomorrow; I think you should do the same. We can have a lazy day, just watch movies and eat a ton of junk food. What do you say?”

“That does sound nice, and I could use a break,” you pondered, “alright, I’ll call off tomorrow morning, cough cough,” you faked.

“You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I have to go.”

The next morning, you woke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and breakfast cooking in the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your robe. You then made the dreaded call to work, saying that you were taking a sick day.

When you entered the kitchen, you saw Jamie flipping pancakes. He also had fresh pot of coffee on and the table set for two.

“I thought this was supposed to be a lazy day, meaning cereal and maybe some fruit,” you laughed.

“Well, good morning, sunshine.” he wrapped you in a hug and kissed you, “I thought I would do something special for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you giggled, grabbing a cup of coffee.

Jamie finished flipping the pancakes, plated them, and brought them to the table. You had to admit: Jamie Reagan made the best pancakes in New York City.

“So,” you said, taking another bite, “what else do you have planned for today?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s just what I need.”

After breakfast, you took a shower and put on your comfiest clothes. Jamie did the same, plopping onto the couch afterwards. This marked the start of your lazy day.

You caught up on your favorite shows, which mostly consisted of cooking and home renovation shows, plus an occasional Dancing With the Stars episode. Come dinner time, you were both too tired to make dinner, so Jamie ordered take out.

“I could do this everyday,” you yawned, pulling the covers closer to your chest.

“No, you couldn’t,” he chuckled, “you’d go stir-crazy.”

“You’re probably right,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

Jamie woke you up, of course, by shaking you and calling your name. You groggily got up, only to collapse back onto the couch.

“I’m too tired.”

“Y/N, it’s almost 2 AM. You fell asleep on the couch, and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Just carry me up to bed,” you joked.

Much to your surprise, Jamie picked you up, bridal style. He brought you up to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, covering you up and leaving you with a kiss.

“Good night, angel,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. A lazy day was exactly what you two needed.

Goodbye Kisses pt 6

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3228

Originally posted by annekan29

The tears came out from her eyes nonstop as her blood boiled with pure anger. With her hand strongly gripping the wheel, her knuckles were as white as a sheet of paper. Along with her tears, the endless downpour that hit the cold glass of the windshield clouded her vision making it hard to see from within the car. She slowed her speed as she approached a red light. Her hands shook and her sobs only grew louder with every second passing by.

Across from her, she spotted someone crossing the street. It was someone with crutches…someone she recognized.

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