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Hey, can you do a better version of this attempt at Klance? Ive never watched the show but my best friend talks about it all the time to me and she asked me to make fanart for her. This is what i got, im not a great artist at all. But i want to see if you can put it in your style and when youre done tag hemmoshalo and i? I will love you forever!


There you go my man. Keep drawing!! You’ve got great potential!

Change Your Mind (m) || Part 5

Synopsis: Jimin is finally returning home to Busan after a few years of college. His friend, Jungkook, tags along as well. Rather than being interested in the new sights, he finds his eyes following Jimin’s old friend- you.

Originally posted by helendrv

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook // childhood friend au & fwb au // love triangle ahoy

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2928

SERIES: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

A/N: alskgdfkl sorry this took a while qq i hit the road block for this so i’m also sorry that it is quite short and probably isn’t what you guys are expecting ^^; there’s one last part to this btw, i promise it’ll explain everything that is unanswered from here


Jungkook’s words reverberate in your mind, astoundment striking you like lightning.

“You… what?” You ask for clarification, ebullience leaving your body as if it has never been present to begin with. All you are left with is plain shock, movements desultory as you take a few steps back.

Jimin’s eyes widen at Jungkook’s proposition of a panacea, for those words are the last he thought would ever leave Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin remains niche against the wall, rising tension hitting the room in untoward waftures. The younger boy sighs and scratches the back of his neck. “I said we need to cut off what we have—whatever it is.”

“W- why?” You say a bit too desperately, feeling yourself unravel at his sharp statement. “I thought you- we had… why?

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modernmonkeymind  asked:

My best friend asked me to be his son's Godfather. The mom is Christian, and he's "Buddhist" in that he doesn't really ascribe to anything at the moment, but would identify as such if pressed. I'm Atheist and draw on Buddhism/Yoga/Advaita & neuroscience for my spiritual practice. I was wondering what advice you had, as my friend wants me to be an active presence in my Godson's life and actually have a hand in his spiritual training.

Be a good friend to your godson. Children can be naturally spiritual, asking The Big Questions. 

But more important than imposing spiritual training on a child is embodying the spiritual way yourself. 

Children are very impressionable but do not take well to overt attempts to mold them. Better than making a child meditate is for that child to be raised by meditators. People who will be patient and compassionate yet decisive and firm. Loving and open yet powerful and strong. 

Lastly, I would give you the wisdom of Kahlil Gibran:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Namaste :) Much love. 

A Rebel Without a Cause

This is my first ever imagine I just thought it would be a cute idea to write about Jughead especially since Cole Sprouse is such a babe. If anyone has any requests feel free to message me because I want to start writing more.

Words: 742

Today was the last night the Drive-In would be open before it was demolished. Your best friend Kevin had convinced you to go especially since Betty said she wasn’t feeling up to go. In the end it had ended up being Kevin, Veronica, and you at the Drive-In together. You remembered how every Friday you use to come to Twilight and hangout with Jughead and his little sister Jellybean. This place had so many great memories for you and it hurt to know that by this time tomorrow most of it will be gone forever, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how Jughead must be feeling. You two haven’t spoken in over five months, you had no idea why your friendship had an abrupt ending but you intended to finally confront him about it tonight. 

“Kevin get us a refill” Veronica asked. He groaned but Cheryl Blossom shoved the bucket into his hands and asked for a coke.

“I’ll go with you Kevin. I have to look for Jughead anyways.” Veronica raises her brow at me and opens her mouth to speak until Cheryl cuts her off. “Oh finally going to make up with your mysterious lover?” I rolled my eyes at her. “We aren’t lovers but yes I am going to go talk to him if you must know carrot top.” Cheryl and I have always had a tense relationship ever since you stated that Jason had been a player and was at fault for hurting Polly Cooper. Kevin pulled you away before Cheryl could say anything back to you. “I wouldn’t suggest you starting any problems with Cherry Bombshell especially now that the police are investigating anyone that hate the Blossom’s family.” I sighed as I asked the blonde kid at the counter if he knew where Jughead was. 

As I walk to the door of the small building I notice Alice Cooper rushing towards her car with Fred Andrews right behind her. Interesting.  I knock on the door to the projector building and wait a couple seconds until Jughead opens the door. His 6′0 frame towering over me. “Are you just going to stare at me all night?” he barks at me. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I tackle Juggy into a bear hug. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Juggy. It’s so weird without you. I’m so sorry if I did anything to hurt you, you know I would never want to hurt you.” 

I certainly caught him by surprised. “Y/N. I-It’s just- Look I don’t think Reggie will want to hear that you were with me.” I looked up at him with a puzzled look. “Reggie? Why would he care?” Jughead avoided my gaze and said nothing. “Juggy what did Reggie say to you? Is he the reason you stopped talking to me?” 

Silence. 

“For fucksake Forsythe Jones will you just tell me what he said to you?!” 

“He said that I stood in the way of him getting laid and if I didn’t back off he was going to get Chuck and some other guys to sticky maple you.” You stepped back slightly. “He wanted to sticky maple me?” you stepped back a little more and fell over and started crying again. Reggie had taken you to the formal and you thought his feelings were genuine. Jughead picks you up and places you on a bed. “I didn’t know what to do so I listened to Reggie and I left you alone. I’m sorry but I didn’t want to risk you getting slut shamed especially since I know the only guy you have ever kissed was Archie.”

 “I never kissed Archie. I’ve never kissed anyone. I waited because I wanted my first kiss to be special.” He laughed at me “Wow have you placed yourself in the Princess Diaries all of a sudden?” I pushed him off the bed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down with him.

 “Jughead?”

 “hmmm”

“Can I kiss you?” he simply nodded as I pressed my lips against his. Our lips fell in sync and I felt butterflies as I went to slip my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss had quickly turned into a heated make out session until Kevin walked in. 

“Are you guys trying to make Jughead Jones the fourth?!” He yelled from the door. “Of course not we’d name him Kevin Cockblock the second” Jughead responded before kissing you again.

5

I’ve been posting my own pictures on your site for a while! I just wanted to keep you all updated and announce that I have found the love of my life. I would appreciate if you shared this because love is so real and alive and it’ll happen to all of you before you know it. I wanted to thank you for helping me find some of the best friends I’ve made on here… and now I’m on the verge of being engaged this year! Best wishes.

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G o d I was about to make a post about how stressed and frustrated I am with my schoolwork and health but looking at all of the kind suggestions you guys have for our artist alley booth really cheered me up!!! I love you guys I truly have the best friends and followers in the world holy heck. Who wants to meet up and hug

This is why I don’t want to let anyone else in again. You let them get close to you and you start to expect things from them. You expect to see them, you expect them to reply or call you. You expect and expect but all you’re really left with is disappointment and why? So he or she can make you feel complete? I can feel that way on my own. So they can make you smile? I do that fine on my own as well. I have my best friends and most importantly, I have myself. And unlike everyone else, I don’t let myself down.
—  You let someone in and all they do is break you before they abandon you, leaving you to clean up the mess on your own - Jess Amelia 
Why Don’t You Kiss Her? | M.C

Inspired by this song.

AN: I’ve been wanting to write something about this song for so many years. I find it so fucking beautiful and underrated. Maybe listen to it when you read it? I feel like it could be the perfect soundtrack in a film, oh my god. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

You and Michael had been best friends for the longest of time. Your personalities were so alike that it was like you shared one. There was nobody else who understood each of you like the other did. In fairytales, that’d make you destined for each other. 

You’d spent yet another weekend with your bestie, doing the goofy stuff you’d always done - played video games, watched movies, walked the dog, pigged out on takeouts, the usual. Now it was Sunday afternoon and you were on the sofa which turned into a bed which was supposed to be guests, but being lazy assholes who loved your comforts, you guys always opened it up. You were binge watching some show on Netflix as you snuggled next to him. Your legs were tangled as he held your torso close to him. This was totally normal, you both always got up in each other’s personal space because you were both clingy as fuck and totally tolerated the other person. 

Your mind was set on the show you were watching, but Michael’s was someplace else. He was concentrating on the beautiful soul he held in his arms, taking in your scent of your signature shampoo that lingered in your hair, noticing all the little details on your face and focusing on your expressions you bared as your attention sat with the TV. Everything about you was perfect, so perfect that it was as if a world famous artist had created the beauty that sat before Michael. 

You’re the best of friends. You share your secrets. You know everything that was on his mind; all except one thing, that is… your best friend was truly and utterly besotted with you. He was scared to admit it, but heck, maybe… just maybe… he loved you. But what he was certain on is that he really did have feelings for you. Whenever you were near, he had strong and prominent desire to never let you go. 

It had been going on for long enough; too long maybe. That’s when Michael began to internally converse with himself to decide what the fuck to do. 

Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide?

Don’t be so stupid, he thought. He was so afraid to make the first move. Terrified, even. Because one touch could immediately cross the line. But would that even be such a bad thing? 

Would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay?

Come on, Clifford, you dumbass, he mentally scolded. You can’t keep living like this. It’s been too long. You’re obviously not going to get over her that easily. If you don’t find out how she feels, you’ll never get over this. 'Cause she’ll never know if you never show the way you feel inside.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

You looked up to pay the blonde beauty attention. Something about you looking so natural on a Sunday made you so beautiful. Of course, you were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing the real you, the rawness of reality, it made his heart swell. 

His tongue felt as if it had twisted, his stomach feeling knotted and a lump grew in his throat. 

Say something, you fuckhead. Something, ANYTHING. 

Instead of finding the words, Michael stared in your eyes, which were waiting with curiosity with what he had to say. That’s when he went into autopilot. He leaned towards you and captured your bubblegum lips with his slightly roughened ones. Taken back by what had just happened, you froze in a daze. Unsure of what was going on, but a feeling you had never felt before - especially towards your best friend - overtook your body, signalling for you to comply with the actions. You began to kiss back, which somewhat shocked Michael. He was beginning to think he had ruined it. Destroyed the friendship of a lifetime. But you had proven him wrong. 

He pulled away but was too scared to look at you. He looked down to his lap. You weren’t sure why he was being so shy; it wasn’t normally his kind of behaviour around him. You lifted his chin to bring his minty green eyes to look at yours. 

“Hey, where did that come from?” you asked, half giggling. 

He let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I like you, Y/N… I like you a lot. I have for the longest of time…. Being your friend is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me…. I’ve been blessed with some incredible opportunities in my life, but the single most incredible thing to have happened is you walk into my life…. I’ve harboured these feelings for some time, always too scared to tell you… but being your best friend has caused those feelings to strengthen to the point where I can’t hide it anymore….” 

He looked down at your bewildered face. 

“I’m sorry…”

You brought his face closer to yours, just an inch away from your lips. 

“The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me sooner.”

“Huh?”

“I had no idea until you just kissed me, but every atom in my body danced around with passion and excitement. I guess I’ve had feelings, too, without even knowing. Had you told me sooner, we’d probably be steps ahead of where we are now,” you giggled. 

A smile grew across his face with utter happiness. You closed the inch gap between your faces and pressed your lips against this, softly kissing him. There was a wave of euphoria that sparked around both of your bodies. He placed his hands on your face to control the kiss with more passion. Your fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, really letting your lips tell the story of the emotions that ran through your bloodstream. 

As you finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips stretched upwards almost to his eyes with the ecstatic feelings he was feeling. 

“Be mine?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Always.” 

Masterlist: https://cliffocaine.tumblr.com/masterlist

anonymous asked:

love me fuck me want me eat me hold me give me attention give me your heart give me your soul give me your entire being i want you more than everything and anything laugh with me cry with me listen to music in silence with me play fight with me make out with me push me against a wall and don't be gentle i want to know everything about you don't hold back don't hold back don't hold back i feel this so intensly but you'll never feel it. i love you best friend.

i feel you

My North Star (pt 8)

Originally posted by nycbtslover

A/N: AH so I got around to typing this part out! I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! Do you want a part 9? I won’t write one if no one lets me know haha 

Length: 2076 words

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And a new guy tries to win your heart? 

Previous Parts:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7


I love her

Jin started to panic. I love her? No, I can’t. I can’t feel that way…. Jin felt like he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden as the realization hit him. All this time, he saw you as his best friend, and he loved you very much. Only now was he beginning to realize that he loved you more than anyone else. After all the years you spent together, he realized that you were what people called a soulmate. The one person that understood everything about him. The one who loved all his virtues and even loved all his vices. And he loved everything about you too. And that was why it was so important that he couldn’t lose you.

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Shadowhunters S02E08: Love is a Devil

This is a very special show. Here are my favorite parts from it

I don’t even care that Raphael is only helping Izzy because she’s in withdrawal. I. am. so. into. this.

  • “No one’s seen an angel in hundreds of years” who else is disappointed the angel was just a mangy old man. I see them on the street all the time
  • Alec *is* the Ceremonial Party Master … until he immediately asks Magnus to do it which is kinda disappointing because i actually want to know what kind of party Alec would have thrown it probably would have involved archery or hot dogs and then we could have heard him say ‘I read that children enjoy hot dogs’
  • when you describe the kiss between you and your best friend as ‘weird in the best way possible’ and you just know it’s going to last 4ever

Jace reads one book and immediately becomes a cat lady

this cat

~ stop thinking about boning your sister dude that’s not cool ~

  • Magnus magically creating bowls of milk for the cats so he can befriend them is legit my favorite thing that has ever happened on this show

Jace saying he knows Alec and Magus slept together because they’re parabatai so he can sense that Alec is ‘happier’ and Magnus has the only acceptable reaction

  • “Do you think anyone’s going to notice that we’re dating?” Simon said while giggling weirdly at Clary and holding her hand and staring into her eyes and making kissy noises and and and
  • you know what 10 year old shadowhunter children just love? salsa dancing apparently

i kinda want these two to fuck

  • OK who drugged Simon into thinking maybe he doesn’t want to get into Clary’s pants anymore, i’m pretty sure that has been his only goal since puberty
  • it’s not a party until your adoptive mother tries to murder your with a hatchet

SERIOUSLY IF THE WRITERS DON’T PURSUE THIS I WILL QUIT THIS SHOW

  • I knew that orange cat was an untrustworthy a-hole

“Valentine is coming for me, isn’t he?” ”Which is why I’m never letting you out of my sight”

“FINALLY”

how long until we get the scene where Clary has to change her clothes real quick and she pretends like Jace can’t see her but she knows he definitely can and I AM HERE FOR IT

Breaking & Tearing~ Seth Rollins Drabble

Originally posted by vaniwin

Seth x you 

Note : Little drabble I thought off. Why do I break hearts? 

@laochbaineann @cethleann @leadmetothedarkness

“Did I do something that I should know about? Avoiding me isn’t helping anyone” 

“ I’m not avoiding you Y/N” He looks over at you with those brown eyes of his you loved. Those eyes that held sadness in them, confusion and worry behind them. What was he hiding?

“ I want you to know that someone cares for you. Take me for an example” 

“ I know you do, I care about you too” Seth looked down at his hands standing in the room with you while you wait for an answer to why he was avoiding you. Your own best friend was pushing you away and it hurts. He used to talk to you all the time, he would joke around with you, stay up with you when you couldn’t sleep. 

Now it was nothing. There was no conversation. No smiles. Nothing. 

“ But the difference is, you will never see me like you see him. I’ve loved you for years. I put more effort and made time for you then he ever did for you. I’m not going to keep fighting for you anymore. I’m tired and my heart needs a break” 

He left you standing in the middle of the room shocked, terrified and lost.

You just lost your best friend. 

Birth of a Mother

I was at a birth on Friday. It was a smooth yet intense unmedicated birth and after the baby was born and resting on his mother’s chest, she said to her midwife, “I can’t believe I did that. I thought I was going to die.” And the midwife looked right at her and said, “You sort of did die. The old you is dead now, and a mother has been born.” 

My best friend who lives in London is expecting her first baby, due in early April, and I’ve been thinking about this transformation a lot, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. I want her to know how everything is about to change, but I feel like I will never be able to find the words to make it real to her yet, while she is still on the other side of the divide.

After your first baby is born, you are never not a mother again. You never were one before, and even if you bonded with your baby before birth and felt maternal yearnings, it isn’t the same as the moment you first hold that little wet, wailing creature, and you think to yourself, “I will do anything to keep this child safe. Anything. Death for me is nothing as long as this heart continues to beat.” Psychologically you are removed from the center of your own life, the space you occupied since consciousness first arose in your mind when you were a child yourself. Your last thought every night will be of this child, and your first thought every morning. Its needs, its comforts, its development, its happiness will supplant every other consideration in your life. Unless they are sleeping, and it will feel like they sleep so little, you are tending, tending, always tending. You never used to tend for anything other than yourself before.

Your mind is reconfigured, and your physical life a well. Breasts for nursing, arms for holding, back for carrying, voice for sing-songing, sleep sacrificed. Knees become used to kneeling at the side of a bathtub, fingers adept at working through the shampoo and then shielding the eyes from the rinse water. For years you do these daily activities, the basics of care-giving, and you think about how every bath your three year old has had has been given by you, kneeling at the side of that tub, every single one. Every laced shoe, you did that. Every packed kindergarten lunch, you did that. Every breakfast, every afternoon snack, it was you. You have no autonomy, because they have no autonomy.

That part doesn’t last forever of course. Your first grader will start to shower by herself, and your four year old will figure out the button on his jeans. But the other part, the superseding of the center of your life and the knowledge that your heartbeat is worth nothing compared to the preciousness of theirs, that is forever. When that child takes its first breath, the old you and your old life die, your way of thinking and being fade away. Nothing is ever quite the same. A baby is born, a mother is born. 

I don't want to hurt you - Jughead x Reader Imagine

Summary: The reader is scared of entering a relationship in fear that they will ruin everything and Jughead tries to reassure them.

warnings: reader is a bit insecure I guess? & Fluffff


Originally posted by evenstoast


“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Your best friend let out, disappointment filled his voice. “You don’t need to apologise, Jug.” You replied, hurt obvious in your tone. “No, I’ve ruined everything. Are we just supposed to pretend this didn’t happen? Like I didn’t just spill my emotions everywhere and confess I think I love my best friend after all these years of friendship? What was I thinking?”


 Jughead was clearly extremely frustrated, removing his beanie to run his hands angrily through his hair as he paced around your bedroom. “Juggie..” you softly said, snaking your arms around his neck in an attempt to reassure him. “You didn’t ruin anything. It’s me, I’m the one who would ruin it.” you sadly admitted. Unable to look Jughead in the eyes you slowly walked over to your bed and sat on the edge.


Jughead looked at you confused and sat next to you, his hand reaching over your shoulder to pull you close. “What do you mean, (Y/N)?” He asked. You looked down at your feet and considered what you were going to say for a minute. “I think I love you too, Jug, and that terrifies me. I’ve tried to ignore it but I can’t shake the feeling. I don’t want to ruin what we have. I don’t know what I’d do without you Jughead, you know that. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t deserve someone like you.” 


Jughead looked at you in shock. He had so many thoughts rushing around his head. He pulled you into a tight hug, his arms protectively wrapped around you. You revelled in his embrace, feeling safe. You breathed in his familiar scent.” Your best friend carefully lifted your chin to face him and you met his gaze. “(Y/N), first, don’t say you don’t deserve someone ever again.” He said sternly but sweetly. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and you deserve the world.” You beamed a sweet smile at his words and this made him smile too. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and if you’re not ready I completely understand that. We can go on as normal. But you don’t need to worry about hurting me, (Y/N). You’re not going to mess anything up.” 


You were touched by Jughead’s words. You didn’t know what to say, so you reached up to Jughead’s lips and kissed him softly. Jughead melted into the kiss, stroking his hands through your hair he kissed back passionately. You pulled away for air and stared into each others eyes, mesmerised. It felt so right. Jughead spoke up; “You know I’m not good with all this relationship business, but I’m guessing that means you’re not opposed to the idea of us?” he asked hopefully as he signalled between the two of you. You giggled at this. “You guessed right Jones” You playfully said and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled brightly and kissed your forehead. It all worked out after all.  

There is no such thing as too many selfies.  

Going to the gym with one of my best friends today!

I love this shirt and I love this filter.

I know I’m rambling…

I just want to say that it’s arm day so if you don’t hear from me by 00:30 Atlantic time then my arms fell off and I couldn’t drive home!!!

No I’m kidding… kind of

ANYWAY I did have a point when I first started this post but it’s lost now so I’ll just say that I love yas and peace out!

anonymous asked:

I(fm) really like my best friend(fm), she might be straight but Tumblr says otherwise, it also said she probably once liked me. I can't hang out with her cause I want to just kiss her, and lie ugh, why can't life be like a movie and she likes me back and says something first then we fall in love or some shit. I really like her but don't want to confront her or make it awkward, help?

Have you tried hinting or tried talking to her about your feelings or maybe even mentioned your concerns about her tumblr?

If not you might have to wait it out.
If any of my followers have any advice feel free to comment on this

anonymous asked:

fizzy has never posted a photo of f or been in the photo with him, if you don't count those family photos and family pap photos, lottie has been only in that one louis posted from the restaurant with earring baby and in a few pap photos, never posted herself, but apart from that, they have literally done nothing and lottie herself said louis is her best friend and they are super close so you'd think she was a bit more exited about her first nephew but no, and that is really telling

Yeeeep 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:So scared to go to sleep because I don’t it to end while I’m asleep bc fuck, I went through this hell for almost two years I want to celebrate the way it needs to be celebrated. But what an amazing news it would be to wake up to. Good night!

I don’t think is ending now haha have a good night, don’t worry! xx