if you are still friends with me after this i will be shocked


This will be lengthy, but it’s important to me!

During the fight with Xemnas, Riku is so protective of Sora. One of his reaction commands is just to guard you!

Just to shield Sora! 

Then there’s that thing Xemnas does with Sora when he’s shocking him in the air and Riku is like OH SHIT! 

But Xemnas, being the jerk he is, kicks Riku all the way to the edge of the area; Riku still gonna fight because Riku doesn’t give up! He then stops Xemnas by grabbing his electricity darkness whatever the fuck hand with his OWN-BARE-HAND

smacks Xemnas right in the face and throws him in the freaking air! 

Oh and then AND THEN he says, “Is that all you got?” Like, this boy savage!!! They also fist bump after after their limit command… total bros forever. 

ANYWAY, Sora ever get smacked by Xemnas and drop his keyblade?

 Riku got you. He’ll dive for that shiz and throw it back to Sora. 

AND THEN WE GOT THAT SCENE AT THE END! You know that part where Xemnas smacks Riku in the face with his light saber thing and he’s about ready to bring the smack down to Sora? 

Well, Riku ain’t about that life and blocks Xemnas from hitting Sora,

pushes Sora out of the way 

so he can take the blow in the back by the saber instead!!! 



  • Me before seeing "Rogue One": Well, it's not Episode VIII, but it has Darth Vader and it's still a Star Wars movie, so maybe it'll be decent enough to hold me over :/
  • Me after seeing "Rogue One": Was there a time before Rogue One and stardust and the Erso family I don't know but I will forever claim Jyn, Cassian, Bodhi, Baze, Chirrut & K-2SO as my precious little cinnamon roll babies who deserved so much better than what they got and I will never again think of a beach without sobbing over RebelCaptain nor can I watch the New Hope opening crawl without screaming about the unknown "rebel spies" who were galactic heroes and while we're at it, hey Lucasfilm, how bout some Rogue One references in the future Star Wars movies or maybe a cameo in the Han Solo movie actually you know what, no one really wants the Han Solo movie anyway so how about a prequel about the Rogue One crew instead...???
Stevie [Part 1/4]

Prompt : Based on @shittyauswhere a superhero has to deal with a supervillain who thinks they’re their best friend

Pairing : Steve Rogers x OC

Genre : Good ol’ crack and fluff  |   Warning : none

Author’s Note : IT’S BEEN SO LONG AND I’M FINALLY HERE AGAIN AND I MISSED YOU GUYS SO I hope you guys will like this! <3 let me know what you think! this is going to be a 2/3 chaptered fix so yay!

PART 2  |  PART 3

Originally posted by rogerses

“He’s not moving.” Bucky mumbled and nudged Natasha’s arm, lips twisted into an amused smile.

“I know.” Natasha hisses back, hands on her waist while she watched her friend’s jaw dropped in shock.

Once they realized this will take lot longer than they expected, they started to look around the destroyed park and took a seat on the only standing bench near them, eyes still trained on Steve and the woman standing in front of him.

“She’s cute.” Bucky commented after a while.

“For a supervillain.” Natasha nodded, lightly chuckling at the slight twitch of Steve’s eyes when the woman’s face brightened.

* * *


“HELLO, STEVIE!” She pranced towards him. Pranced. Steve could hear Bucky laughing behind him and it took every willpower in him not to throw his shield at his best friend.

Steve let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail today and she was wearing a different shade of dark blue denim jacket.  God. He hated this and he hated himself more for paying attention to these kind of details. She stopped short in front of him, eyes twinkling with glee, which was never a good thing. God knows what else she had done aside from almost leveling the park to the ground and he didn’t want to think about that at all.

“You know I have to arrest you, right?”

“But I got us a table at the new restaurant around the block!” She gawked at him as if he was the evil one. God help him. Steve’s eyes twitched a little at her shocked expression. He’d tell her she was an adorable if it weren’t for the fact that she is a supervillain.

“And who did you threaten to get that reservation?”

“I did not threaten anyone.” She gasped in mock hurt, clutching her hand to her chest and Steve let out another sigh.

“Look! Here’s the ticket.” She took it out of her jacket pocket and showed it to him, smiling sheepishly when he noticed the names and the tiny red stain on the corner. “They’re not going to miss it.”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill them.” Steve groaned.

“I didn’t! They’re already dead, okay! I found this in the morgue when I was snooping around. And it’s a nice restaurant!”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and took a few deep breaths. He could still hear Natasha and Bucky laughing at him from across the park. Another sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face her again. She was still staring at him with her hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks and goddammit he wasn’t supposed to think she was cute. He wasn’t supposed to think about her at all. He snatched the ticket from her. Her face broke into a huge smile and he cursed himself when his heart did that stupid pit-a-pat thing. She destroyed a park. She just destroyed a park. Get a hold of yourself.

“So, are you going to pick me up at six? We could go to a little ice cream shop afterwards. The weather’s a bit chilly but we’re both kinda immune to that, right? We could bond and be friends. I even let you have a sleepover at my pl–HEY!”

“You’re coming with us, [Y/N].” Steve grumbled, sensing an oncoming headache while he cuffed her hands.

“I guess that’s a no on the dinner and ice cream?”

* * *

In retrospect, he probably should have seen it coming. Why else would they ask him to come to stop a robbery. Tony invented a fucking state-of-the-art stun gun that could help the bankers put down the robbers discreetly. The man even went down to the bank himself to teach them how to use it. Maria Hill only shook her head when he mentioned this and forced him to go and stop the robbery. She literally pushed him into the car, not giving him time to change, shove the shield inside, and slammed the car door shut before he could say anything. So much for a weekend, Steve thought,

“STEVIE!” Steve (along with Bucky and Sam who wanted to tag along) turned his head towards the building and gawked at her. She was standing by the window, flailing her arms around to get his attention. And she beamed. She fucking beamed when he finally caught her eyes.

“Your girlfriend’s real cute.” Sam snickered.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Keep telling yourself that, pal.” Bucky smacked Steve’s shoulder before he and Sam jogged away from him. Steve flipped them off and muttered a string of curse words as he made his way inside the bank.

She had rounded all civilians in a corner and was busy emptying the vault when he walked inside. Blue swirls of her power floated past him as she put the money inside another duffel bag.

“What the fuck is this, [Y/N].” Steve said before he could even stop himself. She pushed the plate of cookies towards him with her power and moved away from the empty vault. Steve fleetingly wondered what these civilians were thinking as they watched the interaction between [Y/N] and him.

“Cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! Fresh from the oven!” She grinned, taking a piece of the cookie. “I even bought you coffee,” she added as she took out a cup of starbucks coffee from under the table and for a moment, he was touched. The warm feeling quickly replaced with mild indignation when he read the name on the cup.

“Mr. Stan.” He looked up from the cup and  narrowed his eyes at her. “You stole this.”

“He was nowhere to be seen.” She shrugged. She casually took a sip from the cup before munching on her cookie.

“Come sit here, Steve.” She pat the chair next to her and gestured her other hand towards the frightened group of people. “I promise I’ll let them go.”

“…..fine.” He begrudgingly sat next to her, eyes fixed on her as she opened the door with a flick of her hand.

Her lips curled into a smile and she motioned at the opened door, voice light and cheerful as she spoke, “You’re free to go.”

“So…. How are you, Steve? You look good in leather jacket. I like it.” She was so bubbly and cheerful it threw him off for a good minute. She was wearing a similar brown leather jacket paired with a turtleneck and black skinny jeans. She even braided her hair today, he noticed.

“Why are so quiet? Are you pissed that I didn’t go to your thanksgiving dinner?” She asked again. “You know i was in jail, right?”

“I know. I PUT YOU THERE.” Steve groaned, slamming his head against the cold table.

She laid her head on the table and gave him a little smile when he opened his eyes. “Look at us, being friends and shit. We’d make a lovely couple too.”

“We’re not friends. You’re a villain, [Y/N].”

“Labels are not my thing.” She shrugged and rested her hand on his shoulder. Steve’s heart definitely did not skip a beat when she didn’t break eye contact with him and gave him the most adorable smile he has ever seen.

She hummed a little christmas tune and started to tell him about her days, oblivious to Steve’s inner turmoil.

“I saw your fat dog the other day. Kept it in my place while you were gone.”


“Such a nice dog. I love him. I named him Eggtart.”

Steve buried his face in his arms and groaned. “So that’s why he never responded when I call his name.”

“ANYWAY… I think I want to borrow Eggtart again next week. I found a nice dog beach not far from here and I want to take him there. You’re free to join us if you want.”

“Eggtart is a ridiculous name.” Steve finally said after a while.

“So… you’re coming with me and Eggtart next week?”

Steve wished he could go into cryostasis and sleep for another century.


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Love Confession Headcanons

Originally a prompt from @thesherlokidwhovian, who was kind enough to help me out after I buggered up the reply. ;) All of the Cup Noodles for you, hun!

(。’▽’。)♡  Noct Reacting to Prompto  

Noctis would probably react with a little bit of shock and modicum of hesitation, at first anyway.

I mean, even if he’d thought about this exact moment a thousand times before, in a thousand different ways, he would still want to make sure it wasn’t just in his head- some throwaway comment that he’d heard the way he’d wanted to instead of what had been intended.

Love the lighting! Aw, man, I love these kebabs- love this song! Love you, man.

How many times had he caught himself just staring without realizing it at the back of Prompto’s head in class, just watching how his friend would absently chew the end of his pencil as their teacher droned on about the economic climate?

How many times had his heart done that weird flip-floppy thing in his chest when he’d see Prompto meander over to his locker after gym, still sort of insecure about getting changed in front of the other boys?

How about those times their hands accidentally brushed at the arcade, and Noctis could feel himself instinctively curl his fingers before they each pulled away? Or when the two of them were wedged in together, a sloppy, giggling mess in the back seat of the car after a night out partying… hell, even just walking side-by-side through a crowded Lestallum marketplace at twilight when the air was rich with spices and the kind of heat that felt made you wanna-

Yeah, he would have to be sure. Which meant a little bit of wide-eyed, mouth-hanging-open wonder, and a whole lot of breathless pause. Poor Prompto would have to, you know…“Uh…say that again?” before Noct would allow himself to hear it, really hear it. And damn, if he wouldn’t almost miss it for how his heart pounds in his ears.

And then, with it just hanging there between them, enticingly magnetic and terrifyingly unfamiliar by turns, Noct would find himself unable to contain his smile. It would just stretch across his face, taking fine features wholly hostage into the most embarrassing grin until Prompto would start to wonder if he’d really messed up.

Except the most shocking thing about it- the big, toothy grin and the way he’d then quickly cross that crackling- fucking electric- space between them to just grab Prompto, his Prompto, and pull him in close… would be the fact that it felt like some sort of homecoming. Like finding a favourite, forgotten sweater in the back of your closet and finding out it still feels really good on.  

Hell yeah, he loves him too. He could tell him at last, finally trying the actual words on for size. Turns out that too is a perfect fit.

(。’▽’。)♡  Prompto Reacting to Noctis 

Prompto would definitely have to struggle with his own daemons when it comes to this. He would be at once eager- desperate even- to hear this, feel this, for himself, and at the same time… there’s always this nagging feeling like he just doesn’t deserve it. Not him. Especially not from-

But with Noct just…coming right out and saying this, just looking into him with his stupid-pretty eyes and being all… there… with his gods-damned ‘touch me’ bone structure and perfect lips… Prompto would be at a loss to respond with anything more than an awkward giggling sound at first. He’d go against his very nature in avoiding the prince’s gaze save for a few quick peeks beneath sandy, downcast lashes.

He might even try to self-sabotage, achingly laughing as he offers back a “Yeah, me too, man!” and a casual slap to Noctis’ shoulder, because he’s Prompto, and how could he just accept that something he’s wanted so badly, in the depths of his darkest nights alone in his room, his life, is being offered up so easily in Noct’s captivating, velvety timbre?

He’d want to cry. He’d fight so fucking hard not to cry, but tears would be there, ready to roll in warm, fat droplets down his freckled cheeks.

He’d be 12 again, suddenly, working so hard every day just to make himself just a little bit better, at least on the outside, so that maybe- if he was really, really careful- he could be someone worth hanging around. A friend, to a prince who really needed one.

He’d be 15, sitting in Noct’s room on the last day of exams, cross-legged on the floor and strangely at home as Noct curses and sifts through the piles of empty water bottles and dirty socks. There’s this one hoodie he’d left there a couple months back, and they’re pretty sure it made its way into Noct’s closet.

He’d be 19, red-cheeked and sticky-hot as they spill out onto the street, a mess of limbs amidst too many stares, still somewhat bouncing around in their ridiculous lack of rhythm without a care in the world. Except for this one, not-so-little thing.

Just one more selfie together, c’moooon!

He’d be…fuck. We’re talking sappy song-lyrics and cheesy movie-monologues here- for his best friend. But I mean…it’s Noct. It’s them, right?

“No…Prom. I mean it.”

The truth of it hangs heavy in the air, heavy in his chest, and it’s achingly present in those oh-so-blue eyes of Noct’s.

And all of a sudden it’d be all Prompto can do not to send them both tumbling backward as he slings his arms around Noctis- arms that are still lacking in tone, but he can’t even care because they’re actually just right for locking around this one person’s neck. Pulling them both into this amazing closeness he never really allowed himself to crave. 

And his face is wet, and he’s laughing again, but the words are there, ready on the tip of his tongue, even as he’s seeking out Noct’s lips with his own.

Noct…I’ve always loved you. And he always had.

  • (continuation of Ki-bo playing FNAF)
  • Akamatsu: 'Wow I can't believe that after 2 hours of screaming and whining, Ki-bo finally beat Five Nights At Freddy's.'
  • Ki-bo: 'I'm still so shocked... Why would they turn against me...?'
  • Kokichi: 'And Kaito-chan's screaming didn't make it easier for Ki-bo to focus on the game...'
  • Momota: 'I didn't scream. It was Akamatsu-san!'
  • Akamatsu: 'Are you really blaming me?!'
  • Kokichi: 'Well, but it was really worth it, nishishi...'
  • Akamastu: 'Really? It was worth it? You scared the fuck out of Ki-bo, he's still shaking.'
  • Momota: 'Yeah, you are a lousy friend, Kokichi...'
  • Kokichi: 'Nah. Just wait. It's for a greater good.'
  • Ki-bo: 'I don't know. It's late and I might go back to my room. Thank you for hanging out with me... though this game was really horrible.'
  • Kokichi: 'I'm so, so sorry, Ki-bo! They told me it's a fun game! I only recommended it to you cause I didn't know it was sooo scary!'
  • Ki-bo: 'It's not your fault, Ouma-kun...'
  • Akamatsu: '....Really?'
  • Kokichi: 'You must be so scared now, Ki-bo. I feel so sorry about that! Look, if you are too scared to sleep alone tonight, why don't you stay here with me?'
  • Momota: '...Really?'
  • Ki-bo: 'Well, that doesn't seem so bad... I must admit, I somehow am worried about going back to my room all alone now. Even though I am a robot, if these kind of robots attack me, even I would be done... So, I'm gonna sleep here in your room, Ouma-kun. If that's alright for you.'
  • Kokichi: 'Well, then that's decided! Sleepover party! Good-bye, Kaede-chan, Kaito-chan!' (slams the door in front of the two)
  • Akamatsu: '....Really?'
  • Momota: 'Well he told us it's for a greater good.'
  • Akamatsu: 'This sneaky bastard.'
  • Blake: Mom. Dad. I have something I need to tell you.
  • Ghira: What is it sweetie?
  • Kali: You know you can tell us anything.
  • Blake: I know. It's just... This may come as a shock to you both.
  • Kali: Haha. I'm sure we can handle it.
  • Blake: *inhale* Okay... I'm not dating Sun. We are just friends.
  • Ghira: That's more along the lines of relieving new dear.
  • Kali: Ghira.
  • Blake: The reason why I only like him as a friend is because I like, no, love someone else.
  • Kali: Aaaaaaw Sweetie.
  • Ghira: Please tell me it's not any of his other teammate.
  • Blake: No dad. SHE isn't. *Looking a bit more nervous.*
  • Kali: Blake. We know you are bisexual. And we still love you no matter what. After all we knew right away that you and Ilai weren't doing late night combat training.
  • Ghira: We will always love you, Blake. Plus, Now I don't have to warning about early grandkids.
  • Blake/Kali: DAD!/GHIRA!
  • Ghira: I'm kidding. I'm kidding... Partly.
  • Blake: Sigh. Okay that answers a few things but that's not all.
  • Kali: Oh? What else is there?
  • Blake: ...
  • Ghira: Blake. You can tell us.
  • Blake: *She begins to shack with tears in her eyes.*
  • Kali: Sweetie. What's wrong? *Both her and Ghira get up and move to Blake's sides, both hugging her as she she cries.*
  • Blake: She... She saved me from Adam... And... And lost her arm because of me. *sniffle* She has done so much for me. And I left her when she needed me the most to protect her.
  • Kali: Oh honey.
  • Ghira: I'm sure she will understand. Though, I never thought Adam would attack other faun-
  • Blake: She's a human.
  • Kali: ...
  • Ghira: A... Human?
  • Blake: It's part of why I left... Adam said he would destroy everything I love... I was afraid if I stayed with Yang. He or the white fang would go after her. It's why I... I wanted to bring her here, where I thought the white fang wouldn't be but I was afraid... I was afraid that you two would be...
  • Kali: *Pulls Blake into a tight hug.* Blake. My baby girl. We love you no matter what and no matter who you love whether they be a Faunus or a human. I mean, We did start the originally to unity humans and faunus.
  • Blake: *Smiles and hugs her mom.* Thank you mom. *she then turns to her dad who is in deep thought.* Dad?
  • Ghira: ... I'm sorry Blake. *he said as she stood up.*
  • Blake: Dad? *She said with a heart broken look.*
  • Kali: Ghira? *She questioned as they watched him walk to his deck and open a drawer pulling something as he walks back over.*
  • Ghira: You said her name was Yang? As in Yang Xiao-Long? *He asked handing the object to Blake, Kali meanwhile suddenly having a look of realization.*
  • Blake: Y-yes. *She said confused taking the object realizing it was a framed picture.*
  • Ghira: Then I am sorry Blake. But The woman you love isn't just a human. *Ghira told Blake who looked at him confused before looking at the picture as she gasped. The photo showing a younger Ghira and pregnant Kali with a younger Taiyang and pregnant Raven.* She is half faunus.
  • Blake: I don't... I don't understand.
  • Ghira: What I'm saying Blake is... *Deep breath.* Our future Grandchildren have a less chance of getting your ears.
  • Blake: *Blake stared at her fathers serious expression as it slowly breaks into a chuckling smile making her laugh as well as she stands up and hugs her dad.* I'm sure they'll still look lovely.... Thank you. Both of you.
  • Kali: Of course dear. *Kali smiled hugging her husband and daughter.*
  • Ghira: We love you Blake. No matter what... I just hope She doesn't have Tai's taste for terrible puns and jokes.
  • Blake: Uh... Yeah. About that. *Ghira groans*
  • Kali: Oh I like her already.

“Y/N!” Caspian called. Whirling around you saw he was chasing after you.


“You’re a hard girl to find,” he puffed, seemingly out of breath. Smiling, “Are you aware of the ball happening in a fortnight?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Would you do me the honour of accompanying me?” he asked. Your eyes widened.

“Me?” you asked, shocked. You had grown up together, being taught by the same professor and you had admitted that he was very attractive but you always thought he saw you as more of a sister.

“Well of course, who better to be at my side than my oldest friend?” he grinned. Sighing, you realized he still only saw you as a friend. You returned his smile.

“I would be delighted,” you replied.


You heard a knock on your bedroom door, it was your handmaiden. “Are you ready?” she asked. Looking into the mirror you twirled in your gown. You smiled to yourself, confident and beautiful.

“Yes, let’s go,” you replied. She guided you down to the stairs where you were announced. You looked around the grand ballroom below you and found Caspian’s eyes staring into yours. He waited for you at the bottom of the stairs. When you reached the floor, he offered his arm. Leading you onto the dance floor, you we both given a wide berth and all eyes were on you. You couldn’t remember a time that you were ever that physically close to him. Letting out a nervous sigh you began to dance. Taking quick looks up to his face, his eyes never wavered from yours. “Stop staring,” you teased, smiling.

“I can’t help it, you look so beautiful,” he hummed. You looked up into his eyes and forgot everything around you. Before you knew it his lips were on yours. You reached up and draped you arms around his neck, running you fingers through his hair. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you to his body. The kiss lasted a lifetime and when you broke apart he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

*Disclaimer: The gif is not mine*


Title: We Were Liars
Author: E. Lockhart 
Pages: 227
Rating: ★★★★★ (5/5)


A beautiful and distinguished family.
A private island.
A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy.
A group of four friends—the Liars—whose friendship turns destructive.
A revolution. An accident. A secret.
Lies upon lies.
True love.
The truth.

We Were Liars is a modern, sophisticated suspense novel from National Book Award finalist and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.

Read it.
And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.


Dear E. Lockhart,

I was incredibly emotional after reading this book and I’m still in a semi-shocked state so don’t expect much from this review. This book has been extremely popular on Tumblr and Goodreads and if I’m being honest, I had zero desire to read about a rich family and their problems while they visit their gorgeous summer home. So why did I pick it up? Well I saw it on Amazon just staring at me so I downloaded a sample of the book. It was only a few pages long but I was addicted, I needed to know what happened.  I won’t summarize what the book is about, after all you can just read the synopsis above, but I will tell you how it made me feel.

The writing was slow but well paced. It was like watching something interesting in slow motion, noticing the fine details that would later add up to something much larger. The writing was deep, dark, and poetic. While others found the prose to be annoying I found it to be really beautiful and I took comfort in it. As for the characters they felt like they were just out of grasps. You were close enough to see them but not to touch them, not enough to truly understand them. All of this added up to the big mystery. What caused Cady’s amnesia? What was this accident that everyone has kept secret these past two years? I thought I had figured it out but I was so off the mark, and I’m normally great at solving mysteries. The reveal left me in shock. I’m still in shock. When all is explained you can’t believe you missed all the small clues. The end of this book left me an emotional mess, I won’t lie, I cried… I genuinely cried. 

In conclusion, I liked this novel. I was ready to give it a 3.5 or 4 star but then the plot twist was revealed and I became a mess. When everything is pieced together this book deserves a 5 star.

Good Graces {chapter 1}

A/N: I didn’t intend for it to be this long! Try to stay until the end!!!

Pairing: Alexander x reader

Summary: Alexander will learn in due time that forgiveness is not given; it’s earned.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of abusive relationship, mentions of the Reynolds Pamphlet, historical inaccuracies

Tag List: @fueled-by-space (Let me know if you wanna be tagged!)

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A Fine Day in the Neighbourhood | Chapter 4

So you know, read and tell me what you thought about it okay? I’m still sick (tomorrow I’ll go to the doctor due to an ear infection) but I wanted to finish this for you after all this time without updating! The next thing in the list would be ITNW, so see I’ll see you soon anonstars! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapters: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Originally posted by n5fw

Looking at the sky, your smile didn’t fade a single bit. With the holiday time gone, leaving you all with a plain cold winter. The only thing that remained to come was the snow. And now it was here, falling like tiny white spots against your skin. It was a pleasant feeling, as if the winter was finally completed and you could breathe better again. You looked down to see the hour in your phone screen, making you start to jog again ahead the building.

Your first day off since holidays and you were going to spend it peacefully at home after your morning run.

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bubbl3tae  asked:

Well, uhm.... after a year of being clean, I broke 😭 Idk, I just feel like a failure and like I've disappointed everyone 😔 I told my friend how I'm feeling but she didn't even help me idk why tho. I really want to cry but I can't 😭

Awww :( billie !! You’re not a failure !!! Life can be difficult sometimes and you shouldn’t feel bad about this ! Pls seek for help 💖 talk to your dad or to your teacher 💝Your friends are still young just like you , so they might be taken aback or just shocked by what happened .Seek help from an adult!! The only help your friends can provide is to be there for you , but really…go ask help from an adult!! I know you can do it !!! ✊✊✊ don’t lose faith !!! I BELIEVE IN YOU 💟💟💟💟 WE ALL GROW THROUGH MISTAKES AND BECOME STRONGER, OKAY ^^

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Give It Time (Requested)

Dylan has shown up with you as his date to a fancy after party for his friends movie premiere, however he’s been acting weird since you got there. He seems distracted and keeps messing with something in his pocket, but you aren’t sure what it is.

“I’ll be back. Are you fine staying in here by yourself?” He asks while still fidgeting with whatever is in his pocket.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Dylan avoids eye contact while saying, “I just left something in the car.” He mysteriously leaves out the front door before you can ask anything else.

Curiosity gets to you and you follow him outside. You’re shocked when you see him pull out a lighter and ignite the cigarette that’s snug between his lips. You creep up on him and blurt out, “Were you ever going to tell me that you smoke?”

Dylan looks up at you with surprise filled eyes before turning the cigaret off and throwing it in a trash can. He places his lighter and pack back in his pockets. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you on our first date but I thought you wouldn’t want to go out with me again if you knew. I know you don’t like smokers. I don’t smoke 3 packs a day or anything, I just like one occasionally… When I’m stressed and stuff.”

You cross your arms and keep a poker face when you say, “I don’t like that you kept this from me.”

He nods and runs his hands through his hair before speaking again. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’m still the same guy from those dates, I haven’t kept anything else from you.”

“Well this is, like, a pretty big thing to keep from someone you’re dating. It’s a bad habit you have, not just a thing you’re embarrassed about from your past or something. I don’t like that you smoke, Dylan. I really don’t. But… I can’t make decisions like that for you. I still like you even if you do. But just promise me you won’t keep anything else from me, okay?”

“I promise. And I’ve been trying to quit smoking. That’s another reason I never mentioned it. I thought maybe I could stop before things got serious between us, but it’s harder than I thought.” Dylan looks down at the ground and starts kicking at the dirt with his shoes. You can tell he means what he says.

You step closer and place your arms around his body. Smiling up at him, you say, “Well I’m here for you either way, I hope you know that. Just hearing that you’re trying makes me happy. You’re strong enough to quit, just give it time.”

I have no idea what this is or what I was thinking when I wrote it, but here, have some aggresively flirty KaiShin or smth:

The feeling is the same, was the first thing Shinichi thought when Hakuba introduced him to his friend, Kuroba Kaito.  Does that mean that he is…?  Before Shinichi could even finish the thought, Kuroba was taking his hand, bowing over it.  He brushed his lips across the knuckles.  Shinichi’s face felt hot.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Kudou,” Kuroba said, still holding his hand.  “Hakuba has told me so much about you.  I feel like we’re friends already!”

Shinichi gingerly pulled his hand away, “I’m sorry to say the feeling’s not mutual.”  He shot Hakuba a look, frowning, before refocusing on Kuroba.  “Are you sure we haven’t met before?”  Shinichi thought that, for just a moment, an expression of shock must have crossed Kuroba’s face, but it was gone so quickly that Shinichi was halfway convinced he’d only imagined it.

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You know, I always forget I have herpes. The only time I ever even think or remember I have it is when I think of being intimate. Or if I see someone super cute or from my past (back when I didn’t have it) I’ve made myself so busy, and so tired to forget. And you know what, before herpes? I was confident, the loudest at a party, the funniest with the dance moves and the girl who’s personality automatically came off flirty. I was always smiling and giddy, and guess what?

I STILL AM. And you know what happened when I told my closest friend? SHOCK
“How are you so happy”
And my reply? Fuck it. This isn’t irreversible, this isn’t changing. WHY beat myself up day after day, WHY hold back who I truly am because of this unfortunate gift. People who really love you, are going to love you for who you are. Don’t let them fall in love with whom you’re not. Herpes doesn’t DEFINE YOU, herpes might make being intimate a little harder. But it gives you the chance instead of jumping right into bed, you jump into a persons head first.

Take more chances, GO ON DATES. Be yourself. Positivity is the only thing to get through this life long journey of Hsv. So make the best of it, drown yourself in sunshine and don’t ever, ever let go of who you were before being diagnosed. That person is still you, and you are still so beautiful.

Jumin x Zen headcanons (Mystic Messenger)
  • suppose the MC is like a best friend to zen
  • he still acts the same- flirting and all
  • but no matter how much he flirts with her, he never really feels it
  • but she understands.
  • she knows when he needs someone
  • so when she suggests that Jumin doesn’t mean any harm, zen decides to give him another chance
  • jumin, on the other hand, reluctantly acknowledges the same thing- zen was only so angry because of his fortunate background and his…precious elizabeth the third
  • so when he approaches zen and offers him another commercial, zen is shocked
  • “why are you doing this?”
  • “don’t get the wrong idea. v asked me to do this.”
  • zen nods slowly. “it’s alright, i want to be the model for the cat commercial.”
  • hence jumin joking about finding another model.
  • “…are you sure?” he finally asks.
  • “yeah.”
  • “okay.”
  • the moments after that in their friendship come easier.
  • and it’s not long before zen recognizes an increase in his heartbeat around Jumin
  • don’t get him wrong- he still wanted to punch the idiot, but he somehow felt that jumin wasn’t that bad (or maybe he had never been)
  • maybe they had lacked communication
  • with that done, the party goes without a hitch
  • (and zen’s reputation is fixed).
  • from then on, there are less arguments in the chatroom
  • (zen and jumin have some pleasant conversations at night, after everyone else has gone).
  • seven shows up sometimes and jokes that they should just get together already
  • zen is very taken aback by it and spends nights thinking about what he said
  • the mc finally realizes his feelings but the one to bring it up first is zen (via text)
  • zen: i feel like you really understand me so…i wanted to talk to you.
  • mc: okay :)
  • zen: so…jumin…i-
  • zen: agh this is so embarrassing >.<
  • mc: you have feelings for him?
  • zen: NO!
  • zen: i mean…
  • zen: maybe
  • zen: he doesn’t seem so bad now.
  • mc: you talked to him?
  • zen: …yeah.
  • mc: i think you should tell him :)
  • zen: you’re not…weirded out?
  • mc: no, it’s definitely okay to be gay.
  • zen: well…i’m not gay.
  • mc: ?
  • zen: i mean-
  • zen: i like girls too
  • zen: i don’t know
  • zen: it’s just him.
  • mc: why don’t you tell him?
  • zen: i don’t think he feels…the same way.
  • mc: have some faith in yourself!
  • mc: what about your ‘great looks’?
  • zen: oh right right! ^~^~
  • zen: i forgot
  • zen: i really am good looking, aren’t i~
  • mc:
  • mc: just tell him.
  • zen: i’ll try
  • when zen calls him and asks jumin to meet up with him, jumin agrees (only because he never asks him to meet)
  • “what did you need?” somehow jumin asks this without sounding curious (but truthfully told, jumin is curious).
  • “um.” zen stops. “don’t look at me like that- gah!!” he tugs at his hair in annoyance.
  • “like what?”
  • “nothing- nothing, it’s nothing!”
  • “ok. what did you want to talk about?”
  • and the words come spilling out too quickly.
  • “i think…i like you.” zen then covers his ears (and mutters a lot of insults…why did he think this was a good idea at all?)
  • “what do you want to do then?”
  • “what?” he looks up at jumin, his arms dropping to his sides.
  • “i mean, what do you want me to do with that information?” jumin asks simply. “do you want to go out with me?”
  • “uhh…” zen looks at him wide-eyed, face beet red. “you don’t feel the same way, so it’s okay. you can just forget this ever happened. oh, and don’t tell the others!”
  • “but what if i feel the same way?” jumin smiles (a rare sight) and zen feels even more perplexed. “what do you want me to do then?”
  • “…go out with me.”
  • “fine, but you have to look at photos i have of elizabeth the third.” Jumin says w/ a pleased expression on his face
  • “why did I think this was a good idea?” zen groans.
  • but maybe that’d make him feel better about cats (he may never grow to love them because he’s allergic, but maybe he’d learn how to appreciate their pretty fur & intelligent eyes).
The Final Resort

In which Poe Dameron plays matchmaker and locks Finn and Rey in a closet together until they stop fighting with one another. Needless to say, he gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Written as a late Christmas gift for @reys-finn. Takes place after Rey has returned from her Jedi training. I own nothing. Enjoy! :)

“Poe.” Finn still sounded a bit shocked, seeing as he still couldn’t string his words together. Poe exchanged a mischievous grin with BB8, giving his friend a moment to collect his thoughts. “Poe, why did you lock me and Rey in this closet?”

“Excellent question, buddy,” Poe replied flippantly. “See, BB8 and I were talking and we decided that the two of you have been a bit stressed lately with life and, more importantly, with one another. Seeing as you failed to follow my more discreet attempts to get the two of you together—“

“Discreet? Poe, you sent both of us a video that was just ten minutes of you and BB8 pouting at the camera and saying that our nonexistent fight was making you sad.”

“I didn’t say sad, I said—never mind, I digress. I locked you in a closet because I think that the two of you have a lot of unresolved tension and need to get it out of your system.” He shrugged. “I’m not letting you out of here until I hear some touchy-feely stuff going on, if you know what I mean.”

“Poe, this is ridiculous!” BB8 beeped nervously beside Poe at Finn’s raised voice. Good thing that no matter how hard either of them hit the door it wouldn’t break down. Poe inwardly thanked the Force for titanium alloys. “There’s nothing going on between Rey and me, just let us out of here!”

“No can do, buddy. Sorry.”

“Dameron.” Rey spoke up for the first time since BB8 had shoved her into the closet. Her voice was harsh and angry through the closet door. Poe thought that if Rey could shoot lasers out of her eyes (she couldn’t, could she? General Organa had never mentioned that skill during her talks about the Jedi), then he would’ve been sliced in half by now. “Dameron, I swear to the Force that if you don’t let us out of here right now—“

Poe clucked his tongue at her and shook his head disapprovingly, knowing that Rey couldn’t see the latter. “That doesn’t sound like a touchy-feely conversation, Miss Fancy Jedi,” he called through the door.

Rey’s response was immediate. “Call me that again and I’ll stick my fancy Jedi lightsaber up your rear.”

Poe’s face fell and BB8 let out a series of frightened beeps at his side. Damn. A lightsaber. He’d forgotten to confiscate that thing before he and BB8 had shoved her and Finn in the closet. Judging by the way she sounded, she seemed like she wouldn’t hesitate to do it if he kept being his normal sarcastic self. “I’ll just leave the rest to you, then.”

Meanwhile, the inside of the closet was far less jovial.

“I don’t even know what he’s talking about,” Rey was saying, pacing around the closet. Luckily it was big enough for both of them to fit rather comfortably in. “We’ve been fine, haven’t we?” The last bit was directed at Finn, who didn’t reply or look at her. “Finn.” Her voice was quieter now. “Finn, what is it?”

“Rey, I…” He trailed off, looking as though he wasn’t sure how to phrase his words. “I think that Poe means—well—I guess he thinks that…that things have been a little, well, tense between us since our last mission.”

Rey whirled around. “You mean the one where you acted deliberately reckless, jumped up from behind the safety of our lines and took a blaster bolt to the chest?”

Well, when she put it like that… “Yeah, that one. And personally,” Finn said, feeler braver and slightly suicidal, “I don’t even see what I did that was so wrong.”

“You don’t even see—are you serious, Finn? You jumped in front of me when I had the situation under control and took a blaster bolt to the chest. I had to drag you back behind our lines and I thought that you were dead because you weren’t moving and—“

“I still don’t see how that’s my fault!”

Rey growled a curse under her breath. “You could have died, Finn, and then what would I have done? Did you honestly think it would have been better for you to die rather than me? Really, why in the galaxy would you—“

And then, because he was the biggest kriffing idiot in the galaxy, Finn’s next words escaped before he could stop them: “Because I love you!”

Mortification, as Finn suddenly learned, was more a physical condition than a mental one. Mere seconds after the words had registered, the sensation of boiling water scalding his skin spread across his entire body. His vital organs retracted in shame and for a brief, shining moment, he almost wanted the emergency sirens to go off just so that his impromptu confession would not have to be discussed. He’d even take another blaster bolt to the chest if it meant that they’d have something else to focus on.

Rey froze, her hands stationary mid-gesture and her mouth half open in shock. Poe probably didn’t dare say a word for fear that Rey would Force choke him if he tried. Even BB8 didn’t make any noise.

“You…” Rey looked and sounded as though she’d been poleaxed as she finally asked Finn incredulously, “You love me?”

Yeah, it was definitely too late to take back now. “I—Rey, I didn’t—well, I j—I did, I just mean that—” He cut himself off, bowing his head down in humiliation. What if Rey didn’t feel the same way about him? A wedge of awkwardness had already formed between them, but he was positive now that his confession would ultimately kill their friendship. Wanting to be truthful, he mumbled an affirmative.

“Finn.” He looked up to find that Rey had moved closer to him. She just pitied him; that had to be it. She was going to let him down gently now. “I love you too.”

Finn felt as though his entire brain had short-circuited. “…what?”

“Are you going to make me say it again?” The corner of Rey’s mouth quirked upward into her usual half smile. “I love you too.”

And then, before Finn could even come up with a reply, Poe yelled from the other side of the door, “You see, now that’s the touchy-feely stuff I was talking about earlier. Nice work, you two.”



“If you don’t leave right now I will stick Rey’s lightsaber up your ass myself.”

“Leaving, buddy!”

Poe exchanged a congratulatory thumbs up with BB8 as Finn and Rey continued to converse with each other in the closet, in far less hostile tones than they had five minutes earlier. Seriously though, was he a matchmaker or what?

“You can let them out in a minute, BB8,” he said to his droid, tossing it a key. BB8 beeped an affirmation. “I think they’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

tagged by: the amazing @im-a-tumor​ (wow this is so lucky i didn’t get the notification!)
rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy!
2: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last night about 707 rip me
3: DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? When I’m not in a rush it’s nice and smooth, otherwise it’s chicken scratch
7: DO YOU USE SARCASM? *Shocked gasp* Never!
9: WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? My heart wants to say yes, but my brain is laughing like why do you lie to yourself
10: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF CEREAL? Don’t really like cereals
11: DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Only my volleyball shoes
12: DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A STRONG PERSON? I like to think so
13: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? C h o c o l a t e
16: WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE PHYSICAL THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? My shoulders are a bit hunched because of volleyball
17: WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING NOW? Blue sweatpants and black trainers
19: WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? My brother singing in the shower save me
23: FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? Volleyball and gymnastics
24: HAIR COLOR? Brown
25: EYE COLOR? Blue/Grey
26: DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yep, even right now
27: FAVOURITE FOOD TO EAT? Maybe fries?
31: SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter, summer here is sooo humid and hot
34: WHO DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW? A friend who lives in another city
35: WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Lol what mouse pad
36: WHAT IS THE LAST TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED? I don’t really watch a lot of tv
37: WHAT IS THE BEST SOUND? Windchimes
39: WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER TRAVELED? From Livorno (Leghorn) to Istanbul
40: DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I’m the greatest storyteller ever! Talents in my head count right?
41: WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Livorno, Italy
Tagging: @letmelivemygoddamnlife, @zldane, @juliayalokin, @gu-mm-y, @glyphenthusiast and the whole wide world!

January 3, 2016


It has been a little over 48 hours and already there are over 100 followers reading my recollections. My friend is in utter shock. I am extremely humbled. It has been pleasant speaking with you all over music and Netflix. I now have new experiences as a result (a small tip, do not put Nutella on sushi. I was severely mistaken) and am looking forward to learning more. It’s funny, even after 7 or 8 years on this earth I am still finding new things to enjoy (or, in the case of the sushi, spit out of my mouth quickly). 

My friend has been telling me about her trip to her grandparents’ hometown, and it made me wonder about my brothers and sisters still in heavan as well as the family that I have found in Sam, Dean, And Claire. From my experiences, one of the best ways to remember them is by remembering amusing stories as well as stories where they “annoy the crap out of you.” I’m sure they have stories about myself doing the same to them. It’s nice to have these stories written down, recollections of memories that can be looked over by more than just one person, adding their own version of events in the margins or crossing words out entirely. Even in our memories we continue to learn just a little about our past selves and our state of mind. It’s an intriguing concept. 

 I should probably share a story here and put into action what I have already written above. I guess the most recent one was a couple of hours ago. I was in the garage area of the bunker, exploring every nook and cranny while also making sure the warding holds up on all fronts. I can only assume that Dean was washing his car earlier before he left, as the floor was still relatively wet and there was a bucket on the ground, something I was unaware of at the time. The lights were dimmed, limiting my eyesight as I searched for the light switch. During my struggles to find the switch I ended up sticking my foot in the bucket and falling hard, sending the bucket into one of the motorcycles parked in the garage. The bike, a beautiful vintage back motorcycle (I am unsure of the make and model due to the lighting), teetered before falling over completely, some glass breaking from its body.

I’m not sure how to put the motorcycle back to its original position and my back still currently hurts, therefore I elected to let Dean deal with it upon his return. What I will tell him I am unsure, but I am making myself scarce when he arrives (he was quite fond of that bike). 



Yesterday | Tomorrow

since we are all thinking about spencer right now, let me tell you a little story about the first time i met spencer:

back in 09, my friend and i went to see panic and fob. after the show, we were standing next to a gate and spencer shows up. i had made a small poster and he was so excited that i made it and honestly seemed still shocked that people cared about them so much?? so he signed it and then he goes, “where’s brendon’s autograph?” and i explained that i hadn’t gotten to meet brendon since the m&g planned for earlier had been cancelled. then he goes, “wait here” as he walked away with my poster. about 5 mins later, he comes back with my poster not only signed by brendon, but also by joe from fob and he goes, “hope you don’t mind but joe wanted to say hi, too. thanks for coming to our show in the rain, we love you!!” and honestly i feel like that interaction is spencer’s personality in a nutshell. he is so giving and cares about his fans so so much. i am so happy he is finally taking the time to put himself first, because it’s hard to think of someone more deserving of a break. we love you spencer; thanks for giving so much of your life to make ours better.

7. Friends or burglars?

Just picture that it’s midnight and you decide to go to bed, because you are really tired. Then, you wake up suddenly at 3am, someone is coming into your room. At first you think it’s your boyfriend but then you see more than one person and you panic. In just five seconds that you can’t think straight you thought ‘Oh no! Oh no! Someone is here to rape me or steal, ahhhhh.’

Then, they turn the lights on and surprise! Your five friends from Madrid are in your fucking room in the fucking London! But your heart is still pounding so hard that you can’t even register what is happening. Oh, and they are recording everything (obviously).

After recovering myself a little bit of my initial shock, but not too much, I see them for the first time in some months. They go to the hostel and I go to sleep. A night full of weird dreams that the next morning make me wonder if they are here for real or it was just something that I made up.

And that way an express visit took place. You know, going to the famous places in London, taking pictures, chatting… What friends do. It was the first time that they were in the city with me after a year and a half that I came to live here. And it was like being in Madrid. Just a change of scenario. Because when you are with your friends it’s not really important the place but the company. We could be in a shitty place that if I’m with them I wouldn’t mind at all. 

So this was one of the greatest surprises someone ever did to me. And I’m very grateful that these little human beings took the time to organize a trip to London, all of them together, just to surprise me. So thank you girls. And I love you.

And thanks to my boyfriend as well, who knew everything since October and who help them to make the surprise possible and took care of them when they arrived here. Sometimes you don’t say things with words but then you surprise me with your actions.