if we have just met at a different time

I have a glitch in the matrix story for @sixpenceee!

So a couple of years ago my friend and I were taking a small road trip from Tennessee to Ohio, stopping at a few sights on the way, so by the time this story takes place, we were nearing home but still about 2 hours away, and it was really late at this point, about 2 or 3 in the morning.

So, being that we were only a couple of hours away from home, we mostly knew where we were going by following the freeway signs. We had the GPS going but since it was pretty much a straight shot at this point it hadn’t needed to direct us for a while.

All of a sudden, signs start popping up that the road is closed ahead. Now, construction isn’t uncommon in Ohio, and lane closures are super common, but since this is a pretty major freeway it’s weird that it would be closed entirely. But sure enough as we keep going there’s clear signs of road construction: orange barrels, concrete barriers dividing the lanes, men working under bright lamps, all of it. Nothing seems particularly strange about any of this except that the freeway is definitely closed, and the concrete barriers pretty much force you to take the up coming exit.

So we take the exit, a little confused and annoyed, and off the freeway we have no idea where to go from there. It’s not an area we know the back roads of very well, and this exit leads to a stretch of farm road; dark and empty.

Our game plan was to just turn around, get on the freeway going to opposite direction and backtrack until we could figure out a way around the construction. Except we can’t do that, because there is a semi truck parked on the freeway entrance, facing the wrong way with his load slanting across the entire road. There’s a couple of guys standing around the truck talking, but they don’t really acknowledge us or seem to notice that we’re trying to get by. We eventually have to give up and head down the dark road instead.

The GPS isn’t really helping us now, so we turn it off and I pull up the map on my phone, guiding my friend back to the freeway. We’re both a little weirded out right now, and completely lost out here in the middle of no where. We decide our best bet would be to get back on the freeway heading towards home and ask the construction crew if they know of a detour when we get to them.

It takes about 45 minutes to get back to another entrance to the freeway, but we finally do. We get on the same freeway, going the same direction, and we’ve backtracked a bit. We read all the same signs along the way as we did before…

Except there’s no construction signs. There’s no construction equipment, or workers, not even so much as a cone. It was like all the concrete barriers and machines had been packed up and shipped out in the 45 minutes it took us to get back there.

We have no idea to this day what happened. It’s not possible for us to have gotten on a different road, and he had definitely backtracked and not somehow gone around the construction. When we tell people about it it’s met with a lot of skepticism, and maybe it was just a trick our tired brains pulled on us, but honestly that didn’t make it any less freaky at the time.

The universe never really sent me a warning. When love first arrived, I didn’t pay attention to him the moment he walked right up to me. I didn’t even spare him a second glance. Love wasn’t what I wanted love to be, was far from what I wanted him to be. Love was from a different world and our paths crossing was never part of our plan. But love had already set his heart on me and was persistent. Love showed effort that I never asked him for—love waited for me because love knew I would always walk home. So love walked beside me every single day on my way home and held my hand. Love would even sometimes stay for a little while once we reach the house, love gave me a forehead kiss while my head laid on his shoulder riding the bus but left it at that because love knew that if his lips touched somewhere else, it would be another story. Love made sure I always made it home safe, love inspired me. Love made me do things I never imagined I’d ever do in my life. Love held the ice in the warmth of his hand and it melted. Just like that. But love always fought with me. Love glared daggers at the friend who was only asking for help in courting someone else that he admired. Love stopped talking, stopped seeing me. And love grew tired. Love gave up. But love told me he still wanted to be friends. And with a final wave of hand and a smile, love walked away.

And once he was no longer in sight, I was sure I wanted nothing to do with that. I swore I wouldn’t let love set foot in my house again for a while once it came knocking at my door on a winter night. But love reappeared not long after, just when I wasn’t expecting love to.

Love looked different now. No more tan skin and deep, chocolate eyes. Love smelled different now, spoke differently now. With a sweeter voice, gentler hands, a broader back, and a different kind of warmth. Now love’s eyes, a lighter shade of brown—so mesmerizing. But love wasn’t all new after all. Because love already met me years before, he just didn’t remember. Love didn’t remember my name, but recognized my face. Love wanted to know my name. For the second time. Love roamed the hallways, sneaking a glimpse room after room searching for that one familiar face.

Now love would stay up late at night with me when my mind won’t stop counting reasons to hate myself, keeping me wide awake. But would usually make sure we both got enough rest. Love cared differently now, gave just the kind of love I have always longed for probably without him knowing it. Love became everything I have ever hoped for and so much more. Love’s arms alone felt like home and love offered more kisses now. Love felt safer now. Love made sure he always took care of himself, because he knew I couldn’t afford to lose him, so did I. Love never forgot to remind me knowing I need reassurance every 3 seconds of everyday. Love became the miracle I’ve always asked for from the heavens above. Love became my main source of happiness. Love, every time he got the chance, would hold me in his arms singing me songs all the while running his fingers through my hair and on my skin. Love would wait ‘til I finally got a ride home. Love would always think I’m beautiful—with my hair a mess, cheeks stained with tears, and with a crestfallen face. Love would always say I’m beautiful. But love would also cry, get angry, and would sometimes be cold and distant. Love would also make mistakes and would sometimes forget. Love wasn’t as simple now. Love wasn’t perfect, but neither was I. Love hasn’t been there that long, not all my life, but has been making up for all the years he wasn’t. And that’s all that mattered. Because love promised that love would be here to stay until the very last breath he’d take.

—  irrxlevxnt 
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The Many Faces of Yuuri Katsuki - Episode 7

And so we make it to the episode that changed everything. There’s a lot I could say but I’ll keep it short by only pointing out a couple things. The first is that even though this is a Yuuri-centric gifset, there ended up being a fairly large Victor presence in this one (the man just creeps into your life and is a permanent fixture before you even notice!). The second is that you’ll notice both times Yuuri charges off the ice to meet Victor, he’s met with a surprise. The natures of both surprises are a bit different though. ;)

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Bonus because how can we leave out the 4F that changed everything:

“I was never really good at connecting with people.” 

“I guess I have some walls up.”

uhhhhhhh

“If it wasn’t for you, my life would have been a lot different.”

“Shiro, you know me.”

“And at this moment, your friend desperately wants to see you.”

“Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me. I won’t give up on him.”

“As many times as it takes.”

UHHHHHH????

WHAT.

DID.

SHIRO.

DO.

DARK DREAMWORKS GIVE US THE BACKSTORY HOW MANY TIMES MUST WE ASK AND HOPE

Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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❛    well,    fuck me gently with a chainsaw.    ❜
❛    do i look like mother theresa    ?    ❜
❛    my teen - angst bullshit now has a body count.    ❜
❛    chaos is what killed the dinosaurs,    darling.    ❜
❛    you look like hell.    ❜
❛    yeah,    i just got back.    ❜
❛    are we going to prom or hell    ?    ❜
❛    god    !    i sound like a fucking psycho.    ❜
❛    i felt bad everytime i did it,    but i kept doing it anyway.    ❜
❛    now i know you understood everything.    ❜
❛    now that’s deep.    ❜
❛    there are no stupid questions.    ❜
❛    that’s the stupidest question i’ve ever heard.    ❜
❛    the extreme always seems to make an impression.    ❜
❛    what’s your damage    ?    ❜
❛    how very.    ❜
❛    i just killed my best friend.    ❜
❛    i can’t believe you did it.    ❜
❛    i was teasing.    ❜
❛    i loved you.    ❜
❛    there’s a new sheriff in town.    ❜
❛    you don’t deserve my fucking speech.    ❜
❛    so what’s the deal    ?    ❜
❛    what a waste    !    ❜
❛    oh,    the humanity    !    ❜
❛    our love is god.    ❜
❛    let’s go get a slushie.    ❜
❛    is your life perfect.    ❜
❛    i don’t really like my friends.    ❜
❛    maybe it’s time to take a vacation.    ❜
❛    now that you’re dead,    what are you gonna do with your life    ?    ❜
❛    why do you have to be such a mega - bitch    ?    ❜
❛    because i can be.    ❜
❛    did you have a brain tumour for breakfast    ?    ❜
❛    i say we just grow up,    be adults and die.    ❜
❛    if everyone jumped off a bridge,    would you    ?    ❜
❛    why are you pulling my dick    ?    ❜
❛    that knife is filthy.    ❜
❛    some people need different kinds of convincing than others.    ❜
❛    you’re beautiful.    ❜
❛    did that sound bitchy    ?    ❜
❛    this isn’t just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.    ❜
❛    you were nothing before you met me.    ❜
❛    she’s my best friend.    god,    i hate her.    ❜
❛    i shop,    therefore i am.    ❜
❛    a true friend’s work is never done.    ❜
❛    god had cursed me i think.    ❜
❛    we’ll crucify her.    ❜
❛    what’s the up - chuck factor on that    ?    ❜
❛    ugh,    such a pillowcase.    ❜
❛    nice guys finish last,    i should know.    ❜
❛    get a job.    ❜

A love that never dies

Request: Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Fluff fluff fluff! Please and thank you! 

Disclaimer: There’s is slight mention of rape and also i changed it a little. I switched Elena out with Hope and made Hope around 15-16 years old in this. 

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF RAPE IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU 

Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

Going back a thousand and a hundred and something years I didn’t expect my life to turn out like this. Ending up with the best guy. Ending up with the best family. Ending up with the best story.

“Honey, you’re missing a button,” Elijah said referring to the back of my long wine red dress I was wearing for the Mikaelson ball tonight. After having stopped Klaus from trying to kill Elena we, mostly just Elijah and i, decided having a classic Mikaelson ball would lighten up the mood.

“Really. I didn’t notice,” I said trying to bend my arms to button the top. I had one arm reached over my shoulder and the other one was pushing up the back of the dress so that I could reach the low cut back. I let out a huff as I for the third time failed in buttoning the stupid dress.

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SPOILS OF WAR AFTERTHOUGHTS

So this episode still upsets me somehow. Everyone around me is just like wow this was an amazing episode and I’m here trying to pinpoint why I still have concerns. And then I think I finally pinpointed what’s wrong. It’s Dany’s storyline. This episode really made me realize how problematic her character is no matter how much I love her.

At the beginning of the show she was introduced as this fragile young woman who awakened and seized her chance at living life on her own terms and she instantly became this symbol of feminism and girl power. All the while she retained her greatest quality: compassion. By season 3 she had become the badass Mother of Dragons everybody rooted for. At this point, I was cheering every time she accomplished something without really thinking about the other side of said something. When she torched Astapor and took the Unsullied I was like YEAH. Like everybody else. When she was celebrated as Mhysa I was like YEAH. Like everybody else. When she freed Meereen I was like YEAH. Like everybody else. Etc etc.

Until the Field of Fire where I should have been like YEAH. Like everybody else. Except I wasn’t. The scene itself was impressive but for the first time it was constructed differently. Instead of an epic and victorious variation of the Dracarys theme - as was used during every single one of her battle scenes (yes I pay much attention to the score) - we got a sad rendition of the Rains of Castamere. And so I realized what was wrong. The show had just gone on the other side for the first time. Apart from Jaime and Bronn who we naturally root for and so don’t wish to see dead, we met Ed Sheeran and his friends three episodes ago and it was a nice scene of humanizing what we still perceived as the enemy because they were Lannisters.

This got me questioning everything backwards. And I realized the show made us root for Dany by never showing us the other side of things. It always painted her storyline as her vs evil men. Plain and simple. Sure the guy in Astapor was a douchebag. He deserved to be torched. And yes the dynamic between masters and slaves is problematic and needs to be changed. But when you think about it the rest of the masters were just guilty of respecting centuries-old traditions. Nothing more. Same in Meereen. When she crucified them as retaliation for the slaves that were crucified I did not think twice about it because the show just identified the masters to bad men. That’s why the Sons of the Harpy storyline never properly worked to me. They were just depicted as rebellious terrorists who didn’t accept Dany’s reign. It would have been more interesting if we could actually go into their reasons. Reasons being they do not accept this foreign ruler who would come and change the way things had been in forever because nobody likes change. And so I did not even notice when she said or did problematic things because I was only seeing her side. She fed masters to her dragons just because they were masters and on the assumption they were guilty of helping the Sons of the Harpy. Those men were potentially innocent… but I only saw the badassery in it.

Now seeing the Field of Fire and how the show established that not all Lannisters are bad I noticed how big of a contrast there is between then and now. What helped during past seasons is that we could still see a soft side to Dany. She genuinely seemed to care for the small folk. When she had to execute one of them we could see she didn’t like it. But Westeros seems like a curse to her because she seems to have lost the last of her humanity since she stepped foot on it. Where is the girl who gave her followers the choice to walk freely and unharmed if they did not wish to go with her ? Compare this to her upcoming ‘Bend the knee or die’ speech. (Although we already got a taste of it before: ‘They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one’.) Some choice she’s giving here…

Where is the wit and the clever strategy we saw during past seasons ? When she conquered all those cities, when she killed the Dothraki chiefs, that was always through a smart plan with a twist. That was part of why we loved her so much. But now she’s reduced to traditional war ? Granted Westeros is not a city. It’s seven kingdoms. Still… And I get that this is war and that she is still a better person than Cersei because she comes with good intentions (at the very bottom of her heart she’s not bad. She just goes the wrong way). Yes war means soldiers will be lost. Innocent soldiers with lives and children and families. So I’m not saying that she did a bad thing in waging war. It is what it is. Dany has always been a conqueror more than she is a ruler. And she’s a beginner. That’s why she surrounds herself with people who are more skilled in that matter yet she does not always listen to them. Sure when she takes matters in her own hands we’re in for spectacular stuff. Most viewers stop at that. But what has she accomplished here on the Field of Fire? Besides weakening the Lannister armies, she’s also weakened her own - albeit significantly less - she’s harmed her most powerful dragon and she flambeed food reserves that would have been very useful. And she didn’t listen to every single one of her advisors. Tyrion was utterly devastated in seeing this massacre. (No matter his allegiance, he cares about Westeros and its people. And he still cares about at least his brother and Bronn). He chose her and he thought that with clever plans he could have her win the throne without too much bloodshed. She didn’t listen to Barristan in the past who once told her to be merciful. She didn’t listen to Tyrion when he told her to be patient in her war. War is not a matter of days, Dany. She didn’t listen to his strategy despite it being smarter than go upfront with the enemy. Or Jon for that matter. Who told her not to do it either. Jon who seems lately to think more about the small folk that she does. Both Varys and Tyrion said they chose her because she is the one who thinks about the people first. But since she’s arrived at Dragonstone all I could see from Dany is teenage-ish behavior of someone who throws a tantrum when they don’t get what they want. ‘Call me by my rightful title’ and ‘bend the knee’ seem to be her new favorite sentences. Bend the knee and I will help you save your people, she says to Jon. Uh you know you said the North is one of YOUR kingdoms so that’s your people as well who are going to be attacked. Where is Tyrion to give her a good wake-up slap ? A good ruler thinks about their subjects first, not about their crown. Wouldn’t it be better if you’d go save everyone in an unselfish way and then maybe perhaps they would be more willing to accept you..? Because so far, again let us go on the other side. The Westerosi just see this foreign queen, the last remaining of a dynasty they consider cursed because of its last ruler… of course they are weary. Of course I can understand Jaime and Bronn going against her and Drogon.

She made Varys swear to tell her to her face when she’s failing her people. Your first failure to do your duty, Varys. Varys? Varys where are you ? Oh over here with Tyrion discussing about maybe you chose wrong again. She used to genuinely care about the well being of the small folk and I believe she still does. She still refuses (for now) to attack King’s Landing and kill innocent people. But it’s not her priority anymore. Her priority is getting people to bend the knee. Meanwhile we have Jon whose new favorite sentences are ‘Help me fight the White Walkers and save the lives of everybody’ and ‘Do not touch my sister’. Jon who was thrust into the role of being King when that was clearly not his wish. Jon who united Wildings with Northmen to save them from the White Walkers. Jon who’s trying to rally everybody to save the lives of small folk and highborn alike. Jon who initially decided to take up the fight again because he could not fathom the idea of harm coming to his sister whether it be from Ramsey or the White Walkers. Jon who left his Kingdom in the care of his sister who’s trying her best to follow in his steps in her own ways - starting food reserves, making sure that the soldiers who will defend them are warm enough against winter, preparing Winterfell as a rallying location. Just Jon and Sansa caring more for the people than the power they were given.

And so here I am. Still liking Dany as much as before but not blind anymore to her faults. I still like her better on the throne than Cersei but really who are the better rulers here I ask you Tyrion and Varys?

170424 Jackson’s Ending Speech in Perth

“We are now in the last stop of our Australian tour, and we’ve been to different cities, we’ve met different cities, we met different people. We also ate different food. But the only thing—Everything was different. But the amount of energy and passion you guys have – that Australian people have – was really a memorable moment for us. And I know sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it’s really tiring while supporting us all the time. Because of all the rumors. Because all the other issues. At the end of the day, I just want you guys to know, we are still us. I’m still Jackson. Still the old Jackson that you guys know. Through the highs and lows, and every day, what kept us going on, and no matter how tiring everything is we all suck it up and shut our mouths and just work our butts off – because of you guys. Because we want to make you guys proud. We will be back soon. I’ll see you guys next time. Until then, be healthy mentally and physically. Thank you very much.”

[© shared with permission from @jiminsofts on Twitter]

🌟GOLDEN SWIFTIE NOMINATION🌟

Taylor,

Going through everyone’s blog every day I see so many post about everyone dying to meet you. But one swiftie is different than the rest. I have never met her personally but just reading her blog you can tell she has the BIGGEST heart of any one here. She is always trying to help everyone else before herself and I think it’s time we help her and I am sure a lot of people will back me up on this. TAYLOR, PLEASE MEET SANDRA!!!! If there is anyone I would nominate it would be her! Please everyone take time to share this. Her page is @dreamswiftdreams


@taylorswift @taylornation

anonymous asked:

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)

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The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

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anonymous asked:

91, 84, 82, 100, with hobi!

Prompt request: “Help me hide!” + “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” + “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” + “You’re my soulmate!?”

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Fluff (I guess?) + Humour

Summary: In a world where soulmates are identified by matching marks, you meet your other half a little unceremoniously (featuring bad boy Hoseok).

Word count: 1.1k words


With a tired sigh, you glanced up at the clock. It was almost ten–closing time. The record store you worked at part-time was located in a sketchy part of town, and you hated closing. Walking home alone was always a frightening experience.

Since you had nothing else to do, you perused through the racks of CD’s, humming along to the music playing from the store’s speakers.

As you were browsing through the 80’s rock section, the front door swung open, banging against the wall loudly. Your head shot up in surprise, your heart beating wildly.

In front of you, there was a boy about your age, donned in all black and a leather jacket. He was panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. You were a bit taken aback by his handsome features–a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline.

But more than anything, you were annoyed. The store closed in three minutes.

“Sorry, the store’s clo–”

“Help me hide!” the boy practically screamed, advancing towards you rapidly. “Hurry! They’re going to find me!”

“Who are they?” you squealed, almost tripping over your feet as you walked backwards. “Who are you!?”

“We can save the introductions for later,” the boy said hurriedly, eyes wide in panic. “I swear I won’t hurt you, just lock the damn door.”

Peering into the boy’s large, almost innocent-looking eyes, you couldn’t help but believe him. Plus, you knew you were in danger now, too.

You grabbed the store keys from where they sat at the cash register and darted to the front door. With shaking hands, you jammed the key into the keyhole and twisted the old, temperamental lock.

You turned back to look at the boy, who seemed to visibly relax.

“Let’s hide,” he said, turning to walk behind the cash register. “Just to be safe.”

Left with no other options, you followed the dangerous boy behind the counter, ducking down with him. You were so close to him, able to feel his radiating body heat and hear the quiet sound of him breathing.

Casting a brief glance at the boy, upon closer inspection, you realized his hands were covered in blood.

“Oh my god,” you choked out, falling onto your butt. You scooted backwards until your back hit the wall. You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. “Did you kill someone?”

“What?” the boy asked, looking at you, surprised. Then, his gaze shifted to his hands and he laughed. “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”

“Holy shit,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. “Tonight is the night I die. So young, too. I had my whole life ahead of me.”

“Relax,” the boy laughed. He wiped his bloodied hands on his black jeans, the sticky substance smearing everywhere. “I’m joking. The guy’s not dead. I just momentarily delayed him, hence the hiding now.”

“That’s reassuring,” you squeaked, pulling your knees up to your chest. You could feel your body shaking and your breaths quicken.

“Hey, hey,” the boy frowned, moving closer to you as he sensed your distress. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I swear. No one’s gonna find us, and even if they do, I won’t let them touch you.”

You eyed the boy suspiciously, but you felt your body begin to uncoil.

“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he continued with a sunny smile, which contrasted starkly against his dark appearance. “Most people just call me J-Hope, though.”

“That’s a pretty lame street name,” you blurted out unthinkingly. The moment you said it, you slapped a hand over your mouth, regretting it instantly.

Hoseok just laughed. “Trust me, it’s not the worst. I have a friend called Baby G.”

You winced at that, smiling a little bit.

“So, what’s your name?” Hoseok asked conversationally.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you replied. Then, you questioned if telling him was a good idea. Belatedly, you realized you were wearing your name tag the entire time.

“Nice to meet you!” Hoseok said cheerily. “Although I wish we could have met in different circumstances.”

“So what happened?” you asked, nodding in the direction of Hoseok’s still slightly bloody hands.

“It was a deal gone awry,” Hoseok shrugged. “It happens sometimes.”

“Are you in a gang?” you whispered, body on alert once more.

“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, laughing in surprise. “I’m actually an underground rapper. One of my friends deals, though, and I was just helping him out.”

You sighed in relief, happy to not be stuck in the middle of a gang war. You lapsed into silence, listening carefully to the sounds coming from outside. In the calm, the sound of Hoseok’s cell phone ringing caused both of you to jump.

Hoseok grabbed his phone and squinted at the display, a frown etched on his face.

“You asshole,” he said immediately, although his words didn’t hold much venom. You could hear the sound of someone talking faintly through the tinny-sounding phone. “Yeah, I’m fine. My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife, though.”

“Are you hurt?” you gasped, ready to reach for the first aid kit stored underneath the cash.

“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Figuratively speaking.”

He turned back to the phone, speaking quickly. Hoseok listed names, presumably of the people involved with the drug deal gone south. Eventually, he hung up and turned back to you.

“The coast is clear,” he announced as he stood up. He stretched his long legs a little bit, then extended a hand to help you up. You took it apprehensively, realizing Hoseok could still feel the slight tremors that ran through your body.

Hoseok frowned at this. He shrugged his leather jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. The warm material comforted you immensely. As Hoseok withdrew his arms, you noticed his soul-mark.

It was quite small and delicate looking, which matched Hoseok’s gentle demeanour and clashed with his bad boy persona. His soul-mark was an abstract, winding pattern that reminded you of constellations. It was also shockingly familiar.

“You’re my soulmate!?” you shrieked, staring wide-eyed into Hoseok’s own large eyes.

He gaped at you, glancing down at your clothed forearm. Hastily, you presented your arm, yanking the sleeve of your shirt up to your elbow. Indeed, the perfect match of Hoseok’s soul-mark was drawn into your skin.

“Fuck,” Hoseok managed, completely awed. He looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

- Girl in Luv

Sorry this took so long to write! These prompts were the funnest ones, so thanks for requesting them! Hope you enjoyed. If you want to request an imagine, check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading!

Breaking stereotypes about inferior Fe

There are two opposed ideas people seem to have of inferior Fe: I’m a cold hermit who hates everyone and doesn’t want to socialize ever because people are gross or I’m uncomfortable with feelings but actually really care about people, I just don’t know how to convey it and come off as cold. Usually, neither of these are true. 

Here is what it mostly means to have Fe as your inferior function: 

  1. The more unhealthy, the more you seek for approval. I don’t know where this usual stereotype of IxTPs not caring about what others think of us comes from, but it’s ridiculous. You totally can get there, but many of us do care about how people perceive us. The thing is that we mostly don’t care in an emotional way, it’s more of a need to fit in and feel like a part of something rather than wanting to be accepted and loved. 
  2. Ergo, we are not hermits. If we have very toxic Fe, we may believe we are better off alone, push people away or just think there’s no way we could fit in anywhere. Funnily enough and contrary to popular belief, a lot of the time we don’t do it on purpose. Sometimes we don’t realize that we have marginalized our own selves until it becomes obvious to us.
  3. Our emotions are more present than our feelings. When we are aware or it becomes clear that we are ‘feeling’ something it’s mostly an emotion. They are short lived experiences. Our feelings aren’t really intense at all. We do have a much stronger ability to think than we do to feel. Our emotions, though, can be very intense. That’s why we can get really mad or upset but get over it soon. Our problems are solved quickly because they exist according to our emotions, not our feelings.
  4. Our Fe makes us feel lonely at times. Regardless of how many times an IxTP says they are completely okay with being isolated 24/7 (if they are), only someone who is seriously mentally ill would be okay with it. We can feel very alone sometimes or wish we had stronger Fe to be able to feel a part of something. 
  5. The thing is sometimes we don’t push people away because our feelings are unconvenient or because we’d rather be alone. Sometimes it feels impossible for us to create real, strong bonds with other people and, as I said earlier, we end up isolating ourselves to an extent without realizing it. If the Fe is unhealthy, it’s not that we avoid human connections, it’s that we feel unable to create them.
  6. We suck at externalizing our feelings because of our weak Fe, that bit is true. But it’s not only in public. It’s not only being unable to show certain signs of affection because it’s not in our nature. It’s not only becoming aggresive because we are overcome with negative emotions. We also have trouble externalizing our feelings when we are alone. Some of us may sometimes fake cry when we are alone because we feel the need to match up our exterior with how upset we feel. Most of the times I have cried, it has been forced. This is just an example of the ridiculous coping mechanisms some of us have. 
  7. While we have times when we have a lot of emotions, we also have times when we feel completely emotionally detached. Yes, we have times when even we feel like cold robots unable to correctly interact with people. This is unhealthy, but many of us have been there. I think (almost) every IxTP has gone through a period of their life where they just approached everything super rationally and didn’t even acknowledge that they had any sort of feeling or emotion.
  8. Whether we want to or not, we experience feelings in a completely different way than most people and sometimes what seems like a small amount of affection for others may seem like a big deal to us. I think this really relies on the amount of life/emotional experience you have had.
  9. Something nice on our side: We can mold and control how we feel most if not all of the time! When I’m sad or when I’m happy, all I need to switch my mood is to set in my mind that I could change my mood by listening to a different song or getting my mind off a certain topic. I think we mostly choose to be sad or happy depending on what resonates with us better at that moment. We have a huge capacity to manipulate how we feel. More than how we feel, how aware we are of it. We can disconnect ourselves from a certain feeling or our awareness to it easily. 
  10. Last but not least: We do care. Differently, but we do. Maybe I just haven’t met the right crowd of people, but with most human beings, I’m not aware 24/7 of what they mean to me or how much I appreciate them constantly. You probably have heard that IxTPs will show they care by spending time with you or doing nice things for you rather than verbalizing how we feel. That’s true, basically because we can manipulate our words, but we mostly do what we want to do, so if we hang out with someone or do something nice for them, it’s because it pleases us to do so, and therefore, wether we are aware or not, we care.

I have read a lot of posts on inferior Fe but there are many areas that I hadn’t seen covered, so I decided to just do it myself! Maybe they don’t all apply to every single IxTP, but you can get a general idea of what is truly going on within us.

Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It’s what I once believed.

But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?

If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.
—  Lang Leav, “Regrets” Lullabies
6

This is going to be such a long post….

What to say about Jack’s show…

It’s weird. You watch someone on YouTube for so long and somehow, they don’t seem like a real person anymore, even though you keep telling yourself that they are. It just becomes routine to watch someone on a daily basis, it becomes the “norm” to you… To forget about all the shit you’re going through, to listen to what feels like a friend, or just to have someone talking while you’re busy doing something. It maybe the only bright part about your day, week, month, or even year. Hell, it’s probably been the only bright thing about my life since my brother died almost 4 years ago. To know that each day, you’ll have a reason to forget about everything bothering you, to smile, and to laugh. Even though these people you watch may not seem real anymore, it’s comforting to watch them. When I get in a dark mental space, I just watch YouTube, which has replaced my TV, and these YouTubers pull you out of that dark place, and you feel, well, sort of normal.

It’s not until you see someone live that all these feelings and emotions come flooding to you. Your mind knows they’re real, but when you see them live for the first time, your brain starts to believe it as well. Personally, only when you meet them, does everything ‘click’. That’s the only downside about these types of shows. I feel the exact same way when I see a band live… I can’t really explain how my brain works…

Anyways, going to see Jack, and it being his first solo tour date, was nothing more than astonishing, an honor, and a huge pleasure. No one has ever seen this show before, and to be at the very first show is something that I will never forget.

I personally feel like Jack is the most personable YouTuber there is. He seems absolutely and 100% genuine in everything he says, and to him saying it’s not about the fame, popularity, number of subscribers, or money, I truly and honestly believe him when he says that. And to hear him tell the story of, pretty much his life, growing up, starting on YouTube, to where he is now, is again, an honor.

Listening to Jack tell these stories of key parts of his life was just incredible. Everyone calls him the “loud Irish YouTuber”, and I can confirm that that is a perfect description of him. He’s so bombastic and talks to the crowd like he’s talking to each individual person in the audience. You feel, well, special.

Going back to the stories he told, it’s so different hearing these stories in real life than through a YouTube video… This was so much more intimate, and you learned so much more about him… What makes him tick, what he’s gone through to get to this point, and you can see why he is such a genuine person.

—–

It’s 2:30am, and my sister and I just got back from Jack’s Milwaukee show… And wow… I don’t even know where to begin. My mind is going a million miles an hour, and I want to say so much, and am speechless at the same time. My mind won’t let me process what just happened… So, I’ll just start at the beginning.

Coming up to Jack’s shows, I was beyond excited because we had 2 chances to see him live, something that most likely won’t happen again. After the Chicago show, I was still happy because we still had the Milwaukee show. Going to the Milwaukee show had me feeling a lot of different things. I was so excited to see how he was on stage compared to his first show.

During the show, you can tell how much more confident he was, that he wasn’t as nervous for the first show, but Jack, you looked pretty damn tired. Even though we had heard the stories from the Chicago show, my sister and I were still laughing so hard. Jack just has a way with words and how he tells stories. You can listen to him say the same thing, but the way he says it was just a little bit different, and it felt like I was hearing the story for the first time. The show was again, amazing.

After the show, my sister and I already said that we would try to meet Jack because, well, he has never been here and we know we would never have the chance again. There was so many people waiting with us. The security guard told us that Jack wouldn’t be coming out until 2am, that he will ignore everyone, and he will be surrounded by cops, and will not talk to anyone. Everyone but about 20 people left. So, we sat and stood around for hours… Probably about 3 hours. It was a little after midnight and there was 6 people left, and everyone was saying how it was probably time to leave.

We then spotted a group of people walking from the front of the building, and I instantly spotted Jack, and jumped up. We all looked at each other and stood in a line for some reason. Jack came up and said we were crazy for waiting this long, and I was the first one to ask him for a hug. Let me tell you something, Jack’s hugs are the absolute best. He just kept hugging tighter and tighter, and wow, writing this is making me tear up, something I have only done twice since.

He turned to my sister and I and we got to thank him. I told him about my brother, and a few other things. I didn’t say everything I wanted to say, but I said the important things. I’m so happy I got to tell him that he’s helped me out so much ever since my brother passed.

It’s been a very rough almost 4 years with really bad depression and PTSD, and constantly reliving the day I couldn’t save him, so to meet the guy that has helped me so much, helped me even more. He talked to us for almost 10 minutes and I cannot believe how sweet the guy is. He actually seemed to want to learn more and cared about everything my sister and I were telling him. Now I can say with 100% certainty that Jack is such a genuine and humble person.

We wanted the other 4 girls to have a chance to talk to Jack so we talked to Arin for almost another 10 minutes… I’ll write about that in a different post.

Vernon told us that they had to go, but before they left, Jack ran up to my sister and I and gave us such a big hug. I’m still at a loss for words right now…

I’m happy… I haven’t been this happy in the almost 4 years since my brother died. It’s just such a weird feeling… But I’m also sad at the same time, emotional too. I’m happy because I met one of the main people that I have looked up to, and someone who has helped me overcome some really rough shit. I’m also sad. Sad because those 15-20 minutes went by extremely fast. Sad that I know he will forget about my sister and I. Sad that I’m positive we’ll never meet him again. Sad that we can’t just sit down with him for a little, and just talk, and fully explain how thankful I am. There’s just so many conflicting emotions going through my head right now.

I think I’ve written more than enough, and it’s a few days later… I’m just going to end this with one last thing:
@therealjacksepticeye, I know I said this already, but I really just want to reiterate it. You have helped my sister and I so much more than you will ever know. We lost our brother on October 31st, 2013, when he was only 18. My brother and I played video games together all the time. We had the same exact hobbies. We did so much together. When he passed, it felt like my life was over. Then I found you. I found the loud Irish YouTuber, and at that point, I didn’t realize just how much you would help me down the road. You make me laugh, but most importantly, you make me smile at least twice a day, no matter how shitty I feel, or how bad my depression or PTSD is. You’re videos are sometimes the only good part about my day, and other times, they help make my day so much better.

Now, I really don’t have anyone to play games with, so my sister watches me play games. Not as much as I would like, but she used to always watch my brother and I play. I wish I could play video games like I used to when my brother was here.

Anyways, I just want to thank you again. You do not know how much you have helped my sister and I out, and I don’t think I will ever find the right words to explain.

We both really hope you come back to Chicago/Milwaukee again because we would love to see your show again, and see how it’s changed from the “test run”. (It would be lovely if you came back!)

We will never forget Sunday night. We still can’t process that we met you… Our minds still think it was all just a great dream. We really do hope we get the honor of meeting you again.

Thank you from the bottom our our hearts, and keep doing what you’re doing, because you have helped countless people. We love you! ❤️

P.S. My sister wants to ask you to a drum off. She’s been playing for almost a decade. 😊

Welcome to the BATIM Fandom!

After making my own Bendy blog afew days ago, I realized this fandom has really grown, and to think part 2 isn’t even out yet. What made me draw this is, Is the fact they’re so many Bendy blogs out there, and everyone in this fandom is so sweet and very kind. Everyone has their own interpretation of Bendy and art style. From the littlest ink blob, to the biggest ink monster, Even to the beautiful different genderbents of Bendy! Everyone is so welcoming and friendly.

I can’t even begin to name all the nice people i met so far, It would take too much time and i don’t want to leave anyone out.

Not to mention all the art work is just priceless, You have digital artists, and even
traditional artists that all do a great job. Every Bendy blog should feel welcome and loved. No matter what your portrayal or your art style. I hope this fandom remains to be the welcoming community it is.

Let’s not forget, We all have a little devil inside all of us~

anonymous asked:

Please, 79 with Jungkook

Prompt request: “You’re hot, shame about the personality.”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Jungkook get off on the wrong foot…but everything works out just fine.

Word Count: 877 words


You curled further into the warmth of Jungkook’s body, head resting on your boyfriend’s muscular arm. A cool breeze shifted through the open field, and you shivered in the cold, evening air. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his heat seeping into your skin.

As you glanced at the stars glistening in the clear night sky above you, a soft sigh escaped your lips.

“I still can’t believe we’re going to be so far apart,” you whispered with a sad smile. You played with Jungkook’s hand–the one that wasn’t holding your shoulder–tracing the protruding veins that travelled all the way down his forearm. “This is our last weekend together.”

“The distance will be difficult, but it won’t be impossible,” Jungkook replied, craning his head to press a kiss to the top of your head. “We both got into our top choices, and it’s gonna be a great opportunity for both of us.”

“I know,” you said, trying to memorize every single detail of Jungkook that you had taken for granted in your years together. “I’m excited for university, but I just wish we could have stayed together.”

Jungkook ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly. A silence settled between the two of you, punctuated by the ambient noise of the small town around you.

“Hey, remember the first time we met?” Jungkook asked suddenly, his voice light with laughter. “Who would’ve thought we would end up dating?”

You laughed with Jungkook, smiling up at him. “How could I forget?”

◅◅   Two years ago  ◅◅ 

The bell rang, signalling the start of another school day–only, today was different. A transfer student stood at the front of the class, which was an oddity in your small town. All of the other sophomore students sat at the edge of their seats, trying to get a glimpse at the boy whose head was ducked.

“Everyone, we have a new student today. His name is Jungkook,” your teacher introduced, her peppy voice even more excited than usual. “Please treat him kindly and help him as much as you can.”

Finally, the boy looked up, showing the class more than just a head of black hair. And when he did, the girls gasped and blushed.

The boy, Jungkook, who stood at the front of the class was incredibly cute. You could understand the reactions of the girls around you.

He had defined features–a strong nose, wide eyes, sharp eyebrows, and pretty lips. But he had a cold and guarded expression, still refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Where should I sit?” Jungkook asked, his voice sweet and smooth.

“There’s an empty spot there,” the teacher said, pointing to where you were sitting at the very back of the classroom. A few girls turned to look at you sharply, jealousy burning in their eyes. You wanted to laugh at them.

Jungkook sauntered down the rows of desks, eventually stopping at where you were sitting. You smiled up at him as he set his backpack down, but he just regarded you cooly.

“Hi! Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you said, mostly to ease the awkwardness and make Jungkook feel a little more comfortable. He said nothing as he slipped into the seat beside yours. “So…what brought you to this little town? We never get any new students here!”

“It’s none of your business,” Jungkook snapped, slamming his binder on his desk. The people around you jumped in surprise at Jungkook’s harsh tone. “I’d like to pay attention, so if you don’t mind.”

Your mouth set itself into a deep frown, and you glared at the new boy beside you. It was then that you decided you hated Jungkook. “You’re hot,” you began, your words laced with venom. “Shame about the personality.”

▻▻   Present    ▻▻

“You were such an asshole!” you exclaimed, hitting Jungkook lightly against his chest. He laughed and swatted your hand way.

“I was nervous,” Jungkook corrected, nipping your ear in retaliation. “I was so overwhelmed! Everyone was staring at me and I just flipped out.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “at me. And I wasn’t even drooling over you like everyone else!”

“You were, a little bit,” Jungkook snickered. “Don’t be embarrassed–I thought you were cute, too.”

You squeaked in protest, shooting up from where you were lying down. You looked down at Jungkook, who had changed so much from the first time you had met him. The boy you thought was rude turned out to become the kindest, most charming person you had ever known. But even now, you could still see the nervous, insecure boy that Jungkook once was.

You knew he had to be just as afraid as you were.

“I guess if we could make it past those terrible first impressions, we can get through anything,” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Jungkook’s familiar lips. He lifted his hands and cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss.

Eventually, the two of you separated, blushing and short of breath.

“You know, I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook said, his eyes shining in the pale light of the night sky. “Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know,” you breathed, getting lost in the depths of his eyes. “And I love you, too.”

- Girl in Luv

Well, that’s that! Hope you enjoyed. If you liked, you can send us a request using our new prompts page! Thanks for reading~

Excerpts from interview with Johan “Shellback” Schuster (from 2015)

His artist name Shellback is fittingly from professor Shellback in the Swedish cartoon Bamse - a logical and technical genius that has a solution for everything. And also a person that sleeps a lot at his workplace and may seem a bit absent. 

A more intelligible way to understand how Johan thinks is to listen to his works. “Shake It Off” with Taylor Swift was, together with Megan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”, the song that dominated the year of pop music in 2014. If you haven’t heard “Shake It Off” a hundred times you are obviously allergic to electricity.


Anyone who thinks there is a formula for pop hit records is a sloppy listener. The songwriters and artists that try to sound like the others on the charts can become successful - for a while - but they soon fall into oblivion. On the contrary, the biggest songs are those that break the norm, the ones that do not follow any rules other than gut feeling.

Shake It Off (billboard #1 for 4 weeks) didn’t sound like any other modern hit song at the time of its release. The song starts with a five second long drum intro - old fashioned acoustic drums - something that is unheard of on commercial radio.

It is Johan playing the drums on Shake It Off. It is also Johan playing guitar, bass, keyboard and shouting in the background.

Songwriting on Shake It Off is credited to Shellback, Max Martin (Johan’s discoverer and mentor) and Taylor herself.

Johan further explains:
-  Shake It off was the next to last song we recorded for the album. The other was actually Blank Space (billboard #1 for 7 weeks). With Taylor one can work very quickly, sometimes we wrote a song a day. When we met 6 months after our first session we felt like there was a type of song missing.

How do you know that?
-  Basically it’s a kind of pleasing frustration. How good everything feels. We’re home, we have everything we need. But, at the same time… a feeling of… something missing. Something that breaks from the other stuff. Something more light-hearted. Pharrell had just released Happy and that song was on our minds. When we worked with Taylor on the last album, which was the first time she didn’t write everything herself, we did We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. It had a different feel than her other songs. It had a more fun and flirty feel to it. We felt that maybe we needed a song like that.

-  Taylor usually has a solid idea when she comes in, but this time we had nothing. It is also uncommon for Martin and me to work that way. We usually come well prepared to a session. So we just sat there. What the hell do we do now? We started playing music to each other to get reference points. Someone that happened to be me said, how about doing something in the same tempo as Hey Ya by Outkast? Something faster and more drum based?

-  In the studio there was a drum kit set up and ready to go. I went in and played something just for fun. We later on used that very recording for the song. What you hear is played live. We really thought of it as a sketch - all right, now we have a tempo to work on - but it often happens that you keep the demo even though it isn’t perfect, since there is more feeling in it. Martin was humming something, Taylor was humming something else. There was a mellotron. I found a brass sound and started playing something really bad on purpose (duh duh duh, exactly what is heard on Shake It Off). Martin instantly said: “That is awesome”. If he had not said that I would have moved on and tried something else. 

-  What we had didn’t really feel like chorus chords, but just as we were packing up for the day Taylor wrote a falling melody that sounded really hooky. We still didn’t know what it was. Is it a chorus? A verse? Me and Martin listened to it in the car on the way home and we were shaking our heads. Is this good? Is it shit? The next day after we had slept on it, which is the best thing you can do, we realized that we had been humming it all morning. The rest of the song wrote itself very naturally. Taylor wrote the lyrics in 30 minutes.

It is an incredibly clever lyric, a comment to her life situation as a tabloid target.
-  She is a hell of a writer, personal and broad at the same time. And the speed of it is unreal. I don’t get how she does it. If I was to write about my life it would be the most boring lyric in the world (starts singing the Shake It Off melody): “I go to the studio every day…”

“Something you need” A MahiKuro song comic


There are reasons why we cross paths with different people.
I hope you`re just as glad to have met me as I am to you.

As you read the comic, I highly recommend playing the song “Something you need” by Against the Current for full feels effect!! Read line by line if you have to~ 

I hope you like it!  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Just in time for Valentine`s~ hmmm hmmm!

Also, 50 Shades of Blue xD //kicked

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