if you know the missing ones


names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave

Someone once told me I reminded him of autumn. If people were seasons, I’d be falling leaves and the smell of wet wood. He said even my perfume reminded him of the earth. I suppose in a way he was right. Autumn always reminded me of sadness - the trees crying gold, the wind sweeping them off the ground like pretty little yellow butterflies. No matter how beautiful it looked, everything was sleeping, almost dead, or maybe dreaming. Sometimes I feel like I’m withering away, other times I feel like I’m drifting somewhere I could be alive again. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to the idea of someone saving me. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who would call me spring, instead.

Autumn // Genefe Navilon

Miss It. (Angsty Harry Styles Blurb)

a/n: Here it is! This is my first ever angst piece, so please be nice haha! But, I hope you enjoy the outcome as much I enjoyed the writing. All the love as always, L. xx

- in which Harry feels like Y/N doesn’t love him anymore.

Harry was so tired. Emotionally drained, one might say. His brain had become too torn on what to think, and his eyes dry from crying. He felt like he couldn’t find peace, even though deep down something was keeping him awake, every single night.

“You know what, Y/N? I miss it.”

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Timothée:  It was a real gift in that we did get to shoot in Italy. I was plucked out of New York and Armie was plucked out of Los Angeles. We got there maybe 3-4 weeks early. And in that neither of us spoke Italian as a first language, we really had to depend on one another for all things: I don’t know, conversation, hanging out, like, having fun.

Mrs. Barnes: Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Angst?

A/N: If you changed your URL since I posted part 1, can you please let me know what it used to be so that I can update my tags list and make sure that you don’t miss any parts?

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1

“No, no, no, no,” you chant as you pace back and forth. You’ve been throwing this mini-tantrum for almost 10 minutes now, but no one in the room had stopped you or said a word; and Bucky’s amused stare was only serving to justify your distaste, “You’re asking too much,”

“Y/N,” Steve says, his voice calm and steady, “This is your first mission. This is all you’ve talked about for weeks,”

“When I thought I was doing this alone,” you huff, “Now that he,” you harshly point at Bucky, “is involved… No,”

“So you don’t want this mission?” Tony asks with a cocked eyebrow. You hold the billionaire’s challenging gaze, determined not to falter. But the longer you stare, the more you see his and Steve’s point of view,

“Can’t I just do a different mission?” you whine, sounding like a child,

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Now then…

how will you continue your story

                            Mikaela Hyakuya 

anonymous asked:

There’s more sessions! You could easily be invited to one of them. I know it’s disappointing to miss out but because you missed this one time doesn’t mean that you are never going to meet her. Have hope girl! X

i’m trying to stay positive and i honestly think it’s just a combination of things thatre going on for me right now making it hard - but i appreciate it. i’m gonna go celebrate with my friends who went and try to feel a little better that way. thank you.

Glitter & Gold

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Ancient Mythology AU. There is a limited number of encounters between gods and mortals.

Word Account: 5.424 (holy shit)

Warnings: mild mention of non-con, blink and you missed it. That’s all, I think.

A/N: This is my contribution to @whotheeffisbucky‘s challenge, because apparently I only write for writing challenges. And yeah, I created my own mythology, sue me. Ao3 link here.

I give my eternal thanks to @brightlycoloredteacups who was my beta with this one, and who also is a sweetness and an actual angel.

I think is painfully obvious that english isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes in the narration is because of that. Please let me know what do you think! The credit of the gif goes for it’s respective owner.

The days like these were the longest, when the sun shone high in the sky of Ballynoe and the breeze had gone far to relieve the suffering of someone else. Those who could stay at home on a day like this were lucky, protected from the heat and the hard work. But you weren’t one of those people, so you sighed, rolled up the sleeves of your dirty dress, and got to work.

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anonymous asked:

Hey!! Soz I lost a fic and I've tried really hard to find it but I can't, can you guys help? It's shrunkyclunks and Bucky doesn't know that Steve is cap, though everyone keeps joking about it. Bucky calls him grant, and later in the relationship Steve misses his graduation (out saving the world) and Bucky gets kidnapped by really shitty supervillains. Thanks!!

This one, maybe?

To the Marrow of Our Bones by Sproings

“I’m Grant,” the guy said shyly. He had jet black hair with streaks of bright blue that brought out his eyes, even from behind his thick rimmed glasses. “I’m Captain America’s assistant.”

“Am I supposed to be meeting Captain America today? Because I am not prepared for that,” Bucky said. He tried to play it off as a joke, but seriously, he would have found something nicer to wear if he’d known he was going to meet a national icon.

“Uh, it’s only me,” Grant said, biting his lip a little, just enough to show off the bright gold of his lip ring, and Bucky kinda wanted to help out with the whole biting thing, because Grant’s lips were lush and pink and very biteable looking.

EDIT: Someone wrote in with:

Comin’ in on a Wing and a Prayer by boopboop

This wasn’t Steve’s plan for tonight.

Part of the plan, maybe. The part where he goes to a club, anonymous and dark; that’s been part of the plan from the start. The part where he finds some… company; also part of the plan. He’s self-aware enough to know how pathetically lonely he’s feeling right now. The rest of the plan had been…less detailed, more just a collection abstract ideas. None of which he’d imagined would lead him here, his palms sweaty as they fish handfuls of cash out of his pockets, one arm anchored around the waist of a man who is very enthusiastically nibbling on his earlobe.


Steve tries and fails to master the whole ‘one-night stand’ thing, lies snowball in a truly epic fashion, the supervillains of New York are all out of control, Tony is the worst best friend and mediator in the history of ever, and Bucky has the patience of a saint. Guest starring: Augustus the houseplant, projectile pineapples, and Target superhero costumes.

anonymous asked:

Thank you for the clarification, I got it. But I wouldn't say those things are considered myth by neopagans or 'modern' witches. It's all the same things just with different names. For example some call it astral projection, some OBE, some witch flight. The same applies to a lot of things. So I don't really get the point of secrecy. This also implies everyone can do it if you'll tell them how. If not, again, why hiding it?

Oh, kiddo, that’s just the basics. 
What about shapeshifting? 
What about things that people call ‘hollywood’ because they’ve never known anyone who could do them? Be creative, think about it, and question. 
There are witches who have learned to do things that no one else needs to know even exists. There’s a reason that the really good ones don’t talk.
Or, there are those who lie and claim to know nothing of the sort. The same reasons apply. 

Again, you miss the point. The understanding comes after sufficient power and skill has built. Before then, it literally will make no sense. 
There are things I still don’t understand. And I won’t until I reach a point that the spirits feel it necessary to clarify.

The fact that you have to keep asking and making assumptions shows me that you wouldn’t be ready to understand these things. I’d tell them to you and you’d think I was joking. 

There is no clean cut instruction because that’s not how these skills are handed down. It comes with a combination of testing, guidance, and intuitiveness. 

Those secrets, all those terribly tantalizing secrets, are reserved for initiates in most traditions. Working in a spirit initiated tradition is no different. You really think that gods, spirits, and witches are going to be giving out their best secrets to just anyone? Really? 

Can’t Tell If It’s An Imitation

who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin
genre: 🌸
type: bullet point

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• with pressure from your family, friends and the public, you sign a contract to have a fake boyfriend

I didn’t think I’d enjoy writing this AU so much fisosjsldj tysm anon!! omg this got so out of hand i’m sorry!!

- Admin L

• you aren’t one for fakes
• growing up in a rather well-to-do family with both parents always hard at work and an older brother to take care of you in your penthouse, real luxury goods were all you knew
• since your parents are such significant people in the business realm, your family is bound to have powerful allies
• in fact, your best friend is the eldest daughter of the Lai family
shit no one knows her name so I’m just going to call her…..Miss Lai, 赖小姐.
• if you want to know how important the Lai family is….if you don’t know them, you probably can’t get a job in the field
• it’s always your family and the Lais' 

• every time you step out to go shopping with your best friend, there’s at least a couple of paparazzi following you
• it kind of only worsened when your brother went and became an idol, debuting under the globally popular WannaWrite Entertainment
• or when you signed to be a model with them too
• but that is a story for another time
• your whole life, you’re swarmed with attention
• from your brother
• your nannies
• ‘friends’ in school
• and the media
• it’s irritating, to say the least
• one day, your parents come home and announce that they’ll be meeting up with the Lai family for dinner the next day
• it excited you because, at dinners like this, you usually need to dress up but you don’t exactly have to act princess-like in front of people you call your second, unrelated family
• it’s always banter and one of the more pleasant events you enjoy
• also because you kind of want to see Lai Guanlin, the only son, all suited up
• and probably wearing his huge circular glasses
• you’ve grown up with Guanlin, you two have known each other for your entire lives yet, you aren’t the closest
• most of the time, he is deep in conversation with your brother
• you feel bad if you interrupt
• it’s always a rare and blessed moment when Guanlin talks to you
• currently, he’s in Taiwan and you suppose that’s the reason you’re going out for dinner
• Guanlin was in Korea for a few years to train as an idol
• he still goes back and forth periodically
• which is why you haven’t seen him in a while
• great, now the royal family will have two idol members in their midst
• excited chatter fills the limousine as your family makes your way to the restaurant that probably cost your entire life savings to furnish and run
• you’re a regular at that place and the staff don’t even need to be told to usher your family into a private room
• the other family hasn’t arrived and you take that time to talk to your parents and brother
• ah yes family bonding time :“)  
• you and your mum exchange a normal conversation before she asks “do you have a boyfriend?”
“nope. why?”
“hmm, just checking…..what about Lai Guanlin?”
“…mother, why?”
• she smirks and sighs, “why not? he is a fine and good looking young man. i would definitely support your relationship.”
“besides, half the boys in your grade aren’t even good looking?”
• your jaw drops and giggles fall from your lips
• Mum shrug, “just keep an open mind. he’s always an option”
• then, there are two polite knocks on the door and Mrs Lai steps in, greeting you with a smile
thank God, she’s busy with other things now so she won’t pose any other strange questions
• your mother runs over to envelope her in a tight hug
• they kind of knew each other back in college and finally reunited again
“my son has returned from his journey to Korea!”
• at the mention of Guanlin, you can feel the heat rising to your face and your heart starts beating madly
• especially after what your mother has said
me and Guanlin
• w o w
• Miss Lai brings you in for a loving hug
• despite the age gap, you two never felt awkward.
• Guanlin strolled in a few seconds later, warmly welcomed by your brother and family
• you gulp and is unable to even look at him
• of course, his father follows suit and once again, the power families are together
• dinner continues as per normal
• questions, small talk, savouring the good food
• after some time, your best friend points out that your parents have been conversing with her own for quite awhile now
• lowkey you’re worried because of the serious looks etched on their faces
is it about me…..?
• suddenly, Mrs Lai clears her throat and turns to you, silencing all previous conversation
“Y/N darling,” she says “have you…started seeing anyone?”
• you were just counting the number of minutes it took for someone to pop the question
• so far, the record was 86 minutes and 17 seconds
• the last time, it was your cousin who asked you about your tragically non-existent love life
• you dabbed your napkin onto the sides of your mouth and smiled before replying, "no, I’m not dating anyone at the moment”
• a knowing smile dawns on her lips while your mouth falls open at her next sentence
“what about my son?”
• Guanlin’s chopsticks are set down on his chopstick rest and he wants the floor to swallow him up
• his parents were talking about that matter earlier that day
“ma, please don’t be like this,” he reasons and shoots you an apologetic smile
• the blush on your cheeks is your response
“I’m just putting you out there since you aren’t doing it yourself Lin, I’m not getting any younger and neither are you…” she shoots back

friendly reminder that Guanlin is still a minor and sexualising him is disgusting  

“you two would be perfect for each other,” Mr Lai adds. “its good for your wellbeing, it’s only a bonus its good for the press” shitTumblrmesseduptheformat

• your brother - seated next to you - can’t hold in his snickers and tries to cover up with a cough
• his acting is pretty awful but no one pays him any mind
• you open your mouth to reply but your father holds up a hand
“give it a thought sweetie, taking chances never hurt”
• then all reverts back to normal but your life doesn’t
• the next week or so, your parents keep bringing it up over meals or just giving you that look
• it’s driving you mildly mad though the thought of having Guanlin as your boyfriend does sound very appealing
• but if he isn’t comfortable with it, you won’t have even if you’re forced to
• there’s enough stress and pressure from the media about your life and you really don’t need your parents to worry about it either
• after one supper of constant discussion about that matter, you give up, flop on your bed and call your best friend
• she answers right away, already suspecting what the call is about
• your rant is a mixture of emotions that have been pent up and unable to be released. you spend the next hour filling her in on all the details. how your parents have been leaving more hints and encouragement to date someone, *cough* Lai Guanlin *cough*
• she reveals that things in the Lai mansion have been about the same as yours. it is kind of pissing everyone off but no one has the heart to crush their parents hearts like that
“it’s better than last time when my dad tried to arrange my marriage with some dude. it got called off in the end thank God.”
• you’re about to YELL when she stops you, “Lin and I have been talking and…I think we have a solution to at least get the family off your backs. Come over.”
• well, you clad in your comfy pyjamas and it’s 9pm, you want to sleep but this is a life or death matter so you find yourself pulling on another outfit and dashing out the door
“bye mum, I’m going to the Lai’s house!”
“okay! sure sweetie!” she replies “don’t even think about coming home for the night” she nearly adds
• your chauffeur is wondering why you’re hurrying there so late but she doesn’t mention anything as the car arrives outside the mansion
• the Lai siblings are already running out to receive you
“Y/N, what time shall I pick you up?”
• you stare at the mansion’s daunting double doors and then back at your chauffeur, “it’s fine, you can head back. thanks, see you!”
“my parents are probably in the sitting hall so….be prepared,” Guanlin whispers as he ushers you inside, his sister checking the foyer
• you hastily greet them before the siblings make a noise about your purpose of visitation and bundle you upstairs to Guanlin’s bedroom
• the interior hasn’t changed much since you were last in his room, just a bit more messy and maybe a couple more of gleaming basketball trophies displayed
• his sister snatches a manila envelope of documents off his desk and hands it to you
• you peel it open to reveal a fifteen page contract
• Guanlin and Y/N’s fake relationship™ to be specific
“i hope you’re prepared to be up all night establishing contracts and signing them. this is just a rough draft.”
• Guanlin scans the pages over and immediately makes a couple of changes
“consensual skinship and other intimate actions such as hugging and kissing” is added
“to make it more realistic…you know” he mumbles in embarrassment
• but you kind of feel the same way so you add “cuddling” in there too
• it’s nearly 12am by the time the contract is finalised and printed
• there’s no way you can call your chauffeur now so you decide to sleepover
• besides, it has been awhile since you and your bestie had a sleepover
• you get confused when she shoos you off to Guanlin’s room but hands you an oversized shirt and a pair of running shorts
• you change in her room then venture to Lin’s
• Lin isn’t in his room but you find him in the gaming/lounge room where there’s a mini bar, many game consoles, a television, a sofa with a chaise lounge and even a pool table
• He is playing a game on one of the consoles, Overwatch, you think it is
• wordlessly, you sit next to him and scroll through your IG feed, unsure of what to do since you literally got thrown out of your sleeping place
thanks a billion bestie
“so we’re a couple now,” Guanlin breaks the silence. “we should act like one.”
• he leans closer such that his mouth is close enough to brush your cheek and murmurs, “We need to act like one. Let’s make it believable. They’re watching us through the security cameras”
• you chuckle, “oh goodness. I know all about security camera footage.” you reminisce you rebellious teenage days when your parents installed a camera outside your room door to track what time lights went off
• like a professional, you tuck your legs under you and lean your head on Guanlin’s shoulder, taking note of how his breathing abruptly stopped when you wound your arm through his
• you would have opted for holding his hand but he’s holding onto the gaming controller
• it’s so comfortable you can almost fall asleep in that position
“…by the way, you look really good in my shirt…”
• a hot blush creeps its way to your face and you stammer back an incoherent reply. “O-oh, s-sorry. Your sister gave it to m-me. B-but t-thanks.”
• you should have known he was a Thrasher kind of guy
• get you a man who lets you sleep in his Thrasher shirts
“hmm, let’s get to know each other. I think the last proper talk we had was in 8th grade and clearly, things have changed.”
• Guanlin snorts. “Yeah, who would’ve thought we’d date.”
• you have to constantly remind yourself it’s a fake relationship. It doesn’t feel like one and you don’t want it to be one
• the convo lasts till 2am and Guanlin decides that you need to sleep. pretty much forces you to take his bed while he sleeps in the gaming room’s chaise lounge
• but the bed is foreign to you and you have a hard time falling asleep so you wander back and join him on the other side of the couch
• at least, you have that assurance that your ‘boyfriend’ is beside you
• no one questions your new attire or manila envelope when you arrive back home after a long night
• Guanlin insisted on walking you up to your penthouse, he pecked you on the cheek before bidding you goodbye
• on Monday, you’re really confused when you emerge from your room, clad in your school uniform and find Guanlin sitting at your dining table, talking to your parents
• when he sees you, he beams, like an actual gummy smile you can’t fake
“good morning bao bei. did you sleep well?”
• chemically combusts @ bao bei [宝贝, baby in chinese]
• you rush to pull him into a warm embrace
“why are you here? what is happening?”
“i’m sending you to school today”
• throughout the ride, there’s small talk and it makes you feel very…refreshed and excited
• there’s so much adrenaline pumping in you, at the end of the ride, you lean over and press your lips to his
“bye! thank you! see you later babe.”
• djskdhkss wow yes totally a fake relationship
• also your first kiss wAS WITH YOUR CRUSH KIND OF BOYFRIEND
• Guanlin so shocked he can’t remember how to drive and nearly reverses into the driveway pillar
• after school, it’s like a scene from a Kdrama
“hey, whose man is that?”
• Guanlin is casually leaning on the bonnet of his expensive, shiny car with his sunglasses up and is fully suited up - minus his jacket hanging in the backseat.
• but at the same time, you kind of want to show the world your 'boyfriend’
• Lin Lin isn’t the kind of guy who shies away from you, though he does feel his insides churning with the entire school watching him
• you feel your backpack being lifted off your shoulders just as you were about to hug your friends goodbye
“yah! babe!”
• gasps and whispers break out from the other students, your friends can die of laughter
• Guanlin waits for you to catch up, slipping an arm around your shoulder while the other carries your school bag
“how was school today? did you miss me?”
“you’re doing this because of the contract aren’t you?”
• a look of confusion crosses his face but he tries to conceal it with a nod. “You know I’m not one to break contracts”
but you’re one to break my heart….
• the relationship comes to the light on Friday
• the family is freaking out and congratulating you like it’s your wedding day
• you even set reminders on your phone saying
'your boyfriend isn’t really yours’
• it kind of hurts but it also reminds you not to immerse yourself too deeply into this situation
• you find that your phone is always chiming with notifications from Guanlin, much more than usual
• he wants to know if you’re eating, sleeping and staying hydrated
• you feel touched until you realise it’s on page five of the contract
• on Saturday, an event if arranged for the two of you to go public
• you’re going out shopping in the hottest part of town where you KNOW cameras will be
• they don’t fail to meet your expectations
• other than the annoying flashes, you’re genuinely having a good time with the 'boyfriend’
• he buys you an ice cream and holds all of the shopping bags
• nothing seems forced or fake, it’s like a real relationship
BREAKING: Power families have joined forces through blood, Y/N and Lai Guanlin confirmed to be dating
[ JUST IN ] Lai Guanlin and Y/N spotted enjoying a shopping date downtown. New celebrity couple on the rise?
[ NEWS ] Your new OTP! Y/N recently went public with boyfriend, Lai Guanlin and they are the cutest couple we have ever seen!
• it’s the only news the tabloids will report about
• it is brilliant news though, even the reaction’s are positive, the world loves you guys so much
• must protecc
• all is well for months
• you really warm up to having Guanlin as a boyfriend
• dates with him are never boring, it’s always something new and enjoyable
• once it was ice skating
• you found out that while Lin was athletic beyond words, he wasn’t the best at skating but the two of you still had a blast
• the amount of memes you got from him falling was amazing
• another time, you took him to see a ballet, Romeo and Juliet to be more specific
• it was nice to see him all suited up, just for you
• ballets could be boring when you went by yourself
• so you were glad Guanlin was there to accompany you
• he kept his hand in yours throughout the entire 3 hours
• during the intermission, he purchased a $4 bottle of mountain springs mineral water for you
• how sweet
• you went mad because that water is SO overpriced and he shouldn’t be making reckless financial decisions just because he’s rich
• Lin just ruffles your hair, other arm slipped around your waist
“babe, you worry too much about me,”
“weLL AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND I SHOULD BE” a hand flies over your mouth after you realise what you blurted out
• his eyes widen significantly yet he doesn’t correct you about the 'fake’ part, instead, he holds you closer to his side and waltzes back into the amphitheater
• other days, it’s either you’re at his mansion or he’s at your penthouse
• just fooling around
• but a cute way, like hide and seek around the house
• which leads to nearly knocking over a ton of expensive house decor
• wh00ps
• baking goods following Buzzfeed recipes
• “wait, this actually tastes edible…?” Lin says tentatively
• you laugh, “maybe it’s because you made it.”
“it’s the best”
• then again, you’re a biased adjudicator
• Lin is that kind of chef who tries to play a prank and make things taste terrible but unknowingly, he adds ingredients that make the cookies taste much better
• then you guys cuddle on the couch snacking on cookies and watching Netflix shows
• and you’re entering Autumn as a 'couple
• you can’t wait to do seasonal activities with him, you even made a list
• suddenly, Guanlin suddenly asks,
“y/n….when do you want to terminate the contract?”
• then, your heart shatters into pieces
• you stopped the reminders on your phone and making mental notes that it was a faux relationship
• you stopped wanting it to end
• and that was your biggest mistake
• you might as well just scrap all the dates you planned out since this is ending
• instead of crying, you crack a smile and tell him you’ll bring your manila envelope over to his place the next day to review the contracts
“get home safe,” he wishes and leans in for a kiss which you dodge but hug him
• hurt and puzzlement flashes in his eyes but you know he’ll understand
• the tears finally fall in the car, way past his front door, and your chauffeur pulls over to pass you tissues
• everything was just too good to be true
• no one could tell it was fake
• in your penthouse, you ignore the files and ponder about burning them in your fireplace
• nothing was real
• you just tricked yourself into believing so
• perhaps he found someone else, someone else he could be with happily, with no extra baggage tagging along
• he deserved that freedom and a joyous, legitimate relationship
• it hurt, it truly did
• it was like everything you did or said in the last half a year meant nothing
• tears cloud your vision, you throw yourself onto your bed and sob
• regardless of your puffy face or tired eyes, you’re at the Lai mansion the following day with your document
• the silencing is deafening as you two are going through the contract and a new set of documents is printed
• you decide not to involve your best friend this time
• you can’t bring yourself to tell her anyway
• she had high hopes for the two of you, despite knowing that this day would probably come sooner than she expected
• the sniffles won’t stop and the tears are filling up your eyes, with every flick of your paper, one threatens to fall
• the silence can strangle you, you aren’t used to quietness with Guanlin at all - there was always something to talk about
“…is this your first breakup?” he questions
• you shoot him a weak smile and nod, scribbling your signature on the second last page of the document
• every time the tip of the pen touches the paper, you feel it pierce into your heart
“why do you want it to end?” you whisper, voice barely above a mutter
• Guanlin sighs and looks down at his hands, he hangs his head in shame
“you know it has to, we can’t go on like this forever”
• what he says is true, you find yourself agreeing to it
“but-but I don’t want it to,” you retort softly despite it all
• he spreads his arms open, inviting you for a hug which you instinctively respond to. crawling across his bed to settle in his comforting embrace
“yah ~ i know this is tough but believe me, it’s for the better”
• you can’t tell what’s 'good’ for you anymore
• maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place
• first heartbreaks are unforgettable
• your life is just too centred around contracts, paperwork, it’s all you have ever known since the start
• Guanlin rocks you in his arms for probably the last time ever and tears drip down your face
“ahh, don’t cry! i’m sorry, but i have my reasons,” he coos as he swipes the tears away with the soft sleeve of his sweater you lost count of how many times you have fallen asleep in
“i can tell you one of them”
• you don’t know if you can take it
• a billion thoughts swarm your head
“i hope you’ll still take me back”
• nothing registers anymore
• you realise you really liked Guanlin
• and now, it’s coming to an end
“y/n” his hand encloses yours, the one that holds the pen
• the pen that paused on the last sheet of the new contract
• Guanlin grins at you, cupping your face in his hands
• you force the tears to stop
“I just want us to be real, no contract, no paperwork, just us”
• the dilemma between killing him and kissing him is extreme
“yah! Lai Guanlin! How dare you! I wasted all this pen ink on you!”
• “…you’re worried about pen ink?”

• you fold your arms and huff in frustration, the tears melting away like ice and anger frosting over
• but he shoots you a gummy smile and apologetic puppy eyes and once again, your heart has warmed
• Guanlin pulls out a Tiffany & Co. box from his desk drawer, offering it to you
• inside, captured between plush velvet cushions is a gleaming gemstone ring
• gasps and splutters of words leave your mouth
“it’s a promise ring. I promise we won’t have to 'act’ like a couple but we can be a couple”
• you want to yell
• he kinda just does that husband thing and slips it on your ring finger
“w8 pls wear it as a necklace pendant ltr”
• you still can’t believe your eyes, your jaw has numbed off from being open for too long
“is-is this real?” you squeak, marvelling at the promise ring
• Guanlin winks, “you know I’m never one for fakes”
• you groan, poking his cheek. “I told you to stop making reckless financial decisions!”
• he just shakes his head as he chuckles
“babe, when it comes to you, you’re worth everything. trust me, this isn’t an imitation. I hope you love it,”
• you lean closer and capture his lips with your own, kissing him with that passion and adoration that can’t be faked

[blog update]

I am sorry to all my friends and followers that kept messaging me and I was nowhere to be found. I had to reset my lifestyle, get things done and figure out some other things about myself. But, I will be coming back slowly starting today.

P.S. A huge big thank you to all my mutuals for sending me messages while I was away as well as to my friends (and co-admins) of netkon for keeping the blog and you guys updated while I was gone. Thank you, I am sorry and I missed you SO MUCH !

Tumblr Tuesday

You know that feeling you get when you quite literally stumble across a new writer who writes so perfectly and so succinctly and so gorgeously that your breath actually catches when you read some turn of phrase or bit of dialogue or descriptive paragraph? How, as you’re reading, you wonder why you’ve never read words put together like this before, because the writer just makes it seem so effortless?

That’s how we feel about today’s author. If you’re not already following @thegrotesckque, you’re missing out on someone who we consider to be one of the preeminent writers currently contributing to the fandom’s fanfiction canon. Their work is lilting and enchanted…captivatingly sparse, and yet rich in atmosphere and tonality, in the same vein as Penumbra (the highest of praise around these part), and perhaps even smarter​. It’s hard to stop reading once you’ve started. And once you’ve started, you won’t want to stop. 

Title: apophenia

Author:  @thegrotesckque

Rating:  T

Length: 1K / word count: 600+

Synopsis:  Excerpt from a s5 case.

Spoilers: None we’re aware of

Possible Triggers: None we’re aware of

taelonsamada  asked:

First off, hope your day is awesome so far! Second, I'm writing a collection of scary stories, kind of like the Alvin Schwartz Scary Stories books, and I'm having a bit of trouble pushing the scare level. They're creepy, but more so the uneasy giggle creepy, whereas I'm wanting the 'Well, I'm not sleeping tonight' level of creepy, but I'm not certain what element is missing or how to push it that far without making it cheesy or ridiculous. Hope your own writing is flowing well!!

Thank you, and the same to you!  

I’ll direct you to this post right here on a little something called the Horror of Wrongness.  It’s vastly underutilized in fiction, but is one of the most effective uses of horror that there is. 

Like, you know those horrible posts going around about horses with dog mouths?  Y’know, this thingy?  That’s the Horror of Wrongness.  It’s unnatural.  It’s simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar.  Our brains do not know how to  process it.  It is Wrong.

The Horror of Wrongness also explains why clowns are so terrifying (it also has something to do with the fact that we can’t read their facial expressions, and thus can’t decipher their intent.)  For me, spiders provoke a similar effect (one commentor also used kangaroos.) 

There’s also a fascinating youtube video right here explaining what makes things creepy.  Hopefully, some of it will be of use to you with your stories.

I hope this helps, and happy writing!  <3

“does it hurt a little bit?”
“me too”
“i wish you nice holidays.”

we datet 4 years, he was my first love. He went to America for 3 months. i believed we can get trough. One week after he came home, he broke up with me. 2 months later we startet dating again, i went 5 weeks to indonesia.. he said that we look after my holidays were those feelings go to. I texted him, if he miss me. He said no and that he liked to being with me, but that he didn’t love me anymore. This was our last conversation.
My heart is still broken, and I wish he would come back. I don’t know what happened to our love, we had so many plans..

I love you..

                as you may or may not know, i have been struggling with being on this blog for a while and recent events force my hand into this decision.I ABSOLUTELY, WITHOUT TRACE OF DOUBT, LOVE SATINE.she’s the one character i will ever relate the most to, and i do not plan on ever abandoning her. however, i will need to go on an unfollowing spree, mainly for my own sanity and comfort. that being said,


                   i will probably reduce the number of people i follow at around one hundred, but please, only like this post if you have the intention to interact now or in the future. i will proceed to go to my following list next week, and will reblog this post thorough the weekend, so as to make sure that nobody misses it. it’s nothing personal, i promise, but i feel the need to reduce the number of people i am exposed to on here for obvious, but also not - so - obvious reasons.

Looking For Allurance Moments

Hey all, somebody has requested that I make a Round Up for all the Lance/Allura moments in the seasons we had so far. Considering how many there have been in the past two seasons, I figured I could make a pretty good post.

One issue though. I haven’t been looking out for these moments, especially in Seasons 1 and 2. I’m willing to hunt down screencaps on my own, but not watch the entire show again, just to make a Round Up.

So below the cut is every moment I remember. If you could check it and tell me all the ones I’ve missed, I’d really appreciate it. I know there is a lot, but like I said, I haven’t been looking for them.

@fyallurance and @lallura Could you guys reblog this, so I can reach more Lance/Allura fans?

Keep reading

Here’s a question that I don’t think has been addressed in the show. Entirely possible I missed a mention though.

So, I’ve been thinking about Wedge and Hobbie recently, they feature in a thing I’m writing again, and I got to wondering. Do they have families, and if so, do you think their families know where they are? Would they have been able to get a message to them to let them know they’re okay?

I’d suspect not. My assumption is that when they left, the Empire did one of three things:

Option one, they told their families they died in some training exercise or something and basically considered that the end of it.

Option two, they arrested their families on the suspicion that their rebellious tendencies began at home.

Option three, they killed or harmed their families because that’s what they do as a matter of course to deter people from leaving.

Or it could have been some combination the three.

If it’s the first, I guess it’s possible they could have gotten a message to them, but would they have? For a start, would they have been allowed, they were new to the Rebellion, there was every chance they might have been double agents or something. Letting them send communications right away would have been a risk. Even if (as is the case) they really were rebels, it could have put the Rebellion at risk, because the message could have been traced. Receiving a message could also put the families at risk too, because I’d imagine that if they were allowed to stay free, they would be being watched very closely, and the risk to them in the message was intercepted would be very high. I’m not sure either Wedge or Hobbie would have wanted to take that risk.

If it is one of the other two options, there is a possibility the Rebellion would have been able to get them out before anything happened, but assuming the families live on a Imperial controlled world, that would have been very difficult to do before the Empire got there.

I’m also wondering whether Wedge and Hobbie actually know what happened with their families after they left. Depending what worlds they are from and how well the Empire guard their information, it might be tough to track down what they need to know.

So they might have no idea whether the people they care about are alive or dead, in custody or alive.

And now I made myself sad. Hopefully they didn’t have any friends or family back home.

A Stubborn Burn

Come on Yaya. She would curse herself failing once more to channel aether through to perform a heal strong enough to even slightly knit flesh. Once more she’d be met with Thubyrgeim’s almost disappointed gaze. 

“Miss Yaha perhaps the arcane arts aren’t for you, I know you are plenty talented in other-”

No. Yaya snaps her gaze to Thubyrgeim, frowning deeply. “No. No I can do this.” She breathes out, closing her eyes a moment. “I just need to try a little harder it’s not that hard.” She almost growls out extending her Grimoire and trying again.

“Be careful with that one, love
She will do what it takes to survive.”

This time a rather powerful sensation takes her, her hair whipping wildly as light erupts from her grimoire, filling the room with a green light.

She was doing it, she was doing it! She was elated, far more power than she knew she was capable of. Her power surges through her, from where she cared not all that mattered was that she was going to be able to heal. She was going to be useful she was-

Why did it hurt?

Why was it burning her? Why was every ilm of her on furious fire?

Her knees stumble as the grimoire flies out of her hand scattering to the floor below… but the glow didn’t stop. It didn’t cease its green light as it emanates from deep within her chest.

You have torn it all apart
I am watching it

She collapses, her eyes falling closed as the world burns around her. Encasing her very core in a heated flame. Her body falls limply against scalding stone, her chest aching with a severity that she had never once felt before.

She lays there for what felt like an eternity. 

Her haze fades as hurried footsteps fill her ringing ears, a hand extending to help her off the ground. She blinks bleary eyes up at Thubyrgeim, ignoring the extended hand as she pushes herself up off the ground. What was she trying to say? She couldn’t hear the poor Roegadyn over the loud ringing that was determined to muffle her. 

What was that? Something about her hair?

Shaking fingers come up to touch at her head, and where she expected to find pink waves-a-plenty, she instead finds singed remnants of her long locks.

“She has flown too close to the sun.”

What has she done? What has she done? Panicked eyes look frantically through Thubyrgeim, her heart racing wildly as she stands dancing from foot to foot like some caged animal. 

And then the heat rose again.

It consumed her as her mind muddles, her heart beat pounding in her ears. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t she just heal? What hell on Hydaelyn had she cast upon herself?

As the heat rises and consumes her once more she doesn’t find herself falling. No, instead the world simply fades to an empty black sea. She was drowning. She was losing herself. She was burning herself up.