in silent ruin

Koe no Katachi AU

I just watched Koe no Katachi in the cinema earlier and voila this happened.

If you don’t know how the story goes: basically Mika is deaf and Yuu was his bully.

Edit: Yep, Yuu and Shouya (protagonist) has the same voice actor (Miyu Irino)! Kensho Ono (Mika’s seiyuu) is also in the cast, being the protagonist’s best bromigo, and Saori Hayami (Shinoa’s seiyuu) voices the female protagonist ^^

I’ve always tried to see the bad inside myself and the good inside others. I’ve remained silent until I’ve been asked to speak, because it’s better than being asked to become silent. I used to ruin the present by worrying about the future and then weeped by recalling the past. I believe that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. Life’s saddest lesson is that the closest people in our life aren’t always the ones who love us the most. I’ve never looked at money as a companion, because it only benefits me when it leaves me. I believe that a liars biggest punishment in this world is that even his truth is rejected. There’s two faces I won’t forget in this life, the one who helped me in time of need and the one who left me in difficult times. I’ve always tried to do what is right instead of what is easy. Always tried to match my words with my actions, because I want to be defined by my actions, not my words. I didn’t know how strong I was, until being strong was my only choice. One thing I’ve learned about people is that if they do it once, they’ll do it again. I`ve always been thankful for the bad things in life, because they’ve opened my eyes to see the good things. As long as I’m standing, I’ll try to give a hand to those who have fallen. I never have and I never will trade respect for attention. The best lessons I’ve learned in life came from the worst feelings I felt in life. I want the rainbow, so I`m dealing with the rain. When I’ve got all that I need, I’ve planned to build a longer table, not a higher fence. I used to be afraid of feeling happy, because it never lasted. I’ve learned that if I fight for my dreams, my dreams will fight for me. My highest ambition is to get to the top and laugh at the things that thought they could bury me. I’ve started to choose my companions wisely, because I’m choosing the front row of my funeral. As I was born crying with people around me laughing, I want to die happy with people crying around me.
Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.



“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.


The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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~hiatus extended to [TBD]~

anonymous asked:

35 with reigen and serizawa

Long story short big dad Seri and kiddo Mob steal some pics of their idol  

Probably not what you wanted, but I can totally see Serizawa and Mob join forces to find Reigen’s baby pics

try not to think about Hermione’s hand sliding underneath the table during an important resistance meeting, her warm fingers hesitantly brushing against Draco’s cold knuckles in what she hopes is a gesture of unity and support. try not to think about Draco’s hand twitching reflexively, his palm hesitantly turning outwards to somewhat accept her dancing fingers into his grasp. try not to think about Hermione’s nails lightly scraping against the lines of his palms as she shakily tries to find purchase in his grip; as lightning ricochets between them and her heartbeat becomes a thunderous cacophony of wants and aches. try not to think about Draco’s fingers circling a band around Hermione’s small wrist, his thumb pressing down on the warm bit of flesh on her inner wrist, feeling for her pulse. try not to think about how her pulse stabilizes him; how his lips form wordless, silent prayers as he is reminded that she is alive, she is whole, she is his rock in an ocean of uneasy currents and unpredictable turbulence. try not to think about the way his icy grey eyes find her warm brown ones in darkness; how they flicker with uncertainties and silent hopes. try not to think about the way he licks his lips and hesitates before speaking her name, as if he’s afraid that words will ruin the silent language of comfort and safety they’ve created between each other.

try not to think of the way he utters “Granger”, as soft and unyielding as wind among a midwinter night’s gentle frost fall, and how the unspoken “I love you” bounces between each syllable of her name.

Odin (A Binding on Ichor series)

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: prepare yourself for cute things

-The Morrígna- -Odin- -Cernnunos- and -Anu-

It would have been a simple part 2 title but good ol’ Morrigan (Non-plural of the name) wasn’t mentioned, a certain someone else in the current title was soooo…introducing a theme of Gods now. Odin forcing my hand to a new title.

Your father leaves you with two bridal gifts, one to protect you and the other to protect your home. Both help reveal just a little more about you to Ivar, but not as much as how you deal with criminals.


For someone who woke him up first you were taking awhile to leave. Ivar was set and ready to go in the wagon when he saw why. Your goodbyes were carefree and final, yet your mother was in tears and would break from you only to steal another tight embrace. The endearment was sobering to witness, bringing him back to his final parting with his own mother though his was much less promising. Much like he was back then, you seemed entirely assured and satisfied this was your path.

Spinning on a leash around your more melancholy father’s feet was a black and brown puppy, or at least Ivar assumed it was a puppy, the little beast was the size of a small child. His legs were gangly, his tail long and thin, excitedly whipping at his heels as he got stuck at the King’s feet, one floppy ears flipped back as he looked up. Surprisingly when you finally got away from your mother, your father untangled himself and handed you the leather rope. Ivar sat up to see you leading the happy dog to the wagon.

“I was not told we would have a third party…” he teased seeing how tired you looked up close. Clearly your Goddess had left in time for you to deal with your parents long goodbyes.

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Like I’m Livin’

Torn between the two men I love- one brother who left me, and the other who saved me. I had a choice to make, and either way three hearts would break.

Sequel to Like I’m Dyin’. Demon Dean, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader Warnings: ANGST. FEELS. Smut, unprotected sex, canon divergence/AU, language, alcohol, character death, NSFW gif. Gifs aren’t mine, thanks artist peeps. WC: 7923 (I have issues) On AO3

A/N: For Angst Appreciation Day. Also for: @mamaredd123​ Shred Some Hearts Challenge- song “That’s Why They Make Jack Daniels” by Ronnie Dunn. Please listen to it if you can, the first verse is hyperlinked. @wheresthekillswitch​ & @emilywritesaboutdean​ Do it like Team Free Will Challenge- NSWF Gif. And @too-much-winchester​ 600 follower challenge- quote “I’m not supposed to be here. And you know it.”

Some memories never fade
Some broken hearts just stay that way
Some dreams just aren’t meant to be
But you keep, holdin’ on, long after she’s gone
That’s why they make Jack Daniels
Two fingers in a glass
It ain’t gonna make it any better
But, it won’t hurt as bad

It was impossible to get over the love of my life, especially once he’d become a demon… 

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They seem quiet but are really psychopaths squad

pisces: seems like an old soul but would cuss you out in target for saying something mildly offensive.

scorpio: quiet and brooding but make fun of their friend and suddenly you have an ax murderer

virgo: the patient, helpful friend until you screw them over and then they silently ruin your life.

aquarius: the creative, spunky friend but make fun of their partner or ideas and suddenly you’ll see how creatively they can murder you.

This is Sidon/Link and I completely blame @sinnabar for this bc that’s who made me improvise this. It’s largely unedited, and just a small amount of Fluff.

I’m still working on other things but there’s something relieving about 30 minute drabbles.

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pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

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Often time you sat home because of your anxiety. You were a vet at Dr. Cyerds Veterinary hospital , though you often times had the vet techs talk to the clients.
You sat at the desk waiting for you best friend to come pick you up. His name was Spencer he was crazy smart and crazy tall. Every day he picked you up and brought you to a coffee shop down the street where you to sat a talked about your day. The loud beep of the waiting car outside snapped you out of your trance, collecting your off the shoulder Batman bag and unplugging you charger you waved a final goodbye to Cheryl at the front desk , who often sat and waited with you. She was a vet tech. Climbing into the car you greeted Spencer with a smile. The ride to the coffee shop was silent , you didn’t wanna ruin the whole experience of the coffee shop tradition.
When you got there the place was a ghost town , then again it was 2 in the morning. “Can you go order my usual and whatever crazy concoction you’re deciding to get today” Spencer handed you $20. You felt your pulse being to race . “Spence you know about my anxiety , you know I can’t” he looked at you confused “I know when I was a kid people told me I can do anything” he gave you a little nudge “I’m sure you’ll be fine” he says smiling sending you off to go order the coffee , and you do , you did just fine , stumbling on your words a couple times but overall fine and Spencer was definitely proud.

Everyone is the hero of their own narrative. This may be the fault of movies but it feels more primitive than that. Most people have a vague idea of a story ending they are working toward (finding mutual love, some semblance of career fulfillment, drunkenly beating open the head of an enemy with a bowling pin, etc.). I am generally a deeply selfish person. When I would treat people poorly, or get fired from jobs in my early 20s, I felt fine about every step because I was just completing the wayward Act Two of a coming-of-age story I’d read a hundred times. What I never anticipated and what I don’t think a lot of new parents anticipate is how quickly and completely those goals shift as soon as a child erupts into the world. Something instinctual flips in the brain of a new parent, causing them to willingly demote themselves to ancillary characters who only want to advance the story of this new protagonist.

Unfortunately for your friendships, that means a lot of what you probably liked about your friends vanishes, at least for a while. They aren’t up for new adventures or building new memories with you because that’s a weird B-plot now that would probably get cut in editing. In those first two years of a child’s life, parents will mentally fast forward through anything that isn’t directly related to their role as a parent. New moms and dads regularly set aside time for themselves every day to just look at pictures of their kid on their phone. They spend most of their downtime while the beast sleeps, sitting in the silent ruins of what used to be their apartment saying, “I just love him so much” or “She’s so great, right? She’s so great.” Not even fiction is so bold as to build a scene where supporting characters do that about the hero.

Part of that is because parents are habituated to the oxytocin their baby’s presence pumps through their brain, but mostly it’s because they are terrified that if they aren’t always thinking of the baby, they will get distracted and fuck up irrevocably.

4 Legit Reasons New Parents Are F@cking Annoying