it made my day considerably better

anonymous asked:

One day I was feeling awfully sad and Magnus must've noticed because he??? started a conversation with me and actually really made me feel better??? The only problem is that now, every time I see him we have like a ten minute conversation about my family and my dog at home, and it's starting to make me late to meetings and stuff. Why must he be so damn considerate and genuinely interested?

dvictoria18  asked:

I've had this idea for a while but imagine a more mature sonamy (& by mature i mean older like in their early adulthood or something xD) , like sonic coming to terms with his feelings for amy and deciding to do something about it perhaps? i trust you fully with this and your amazing capability to write! (You don't have to do it if you don't want to but i would just loveeeee to see it) You're the best my pal !

I usually write them a little older in all my AU prompts, yeah. Even in Canon they don’t kiss or nuthin’ cause I feel they’re too young XD 

You… you trust me?

Alright, but you gotta promise me you won’t close your eyes, my friend ;)

Cause here comes a whole new AU! (world, lol)

Prompt:

Years had gone by in a blink of an eye. Long spans of adventures and daring rescues had left our band of heroes exhausted but triumphant.

Eggman was happily in a retirement home, pestering nurses and cheating at charades with Orbot and Cubot who were still operational. They come along as tilted ‘pets’ for the most part; which the place is nice enough to allow. He even enjoys sun bathing by the pool, (A nurse screams), and long walks shouting at the pigeons. (Eggman waves his cane to some flickies, scattering them as he tries to whack them, feels a crack in his back, and continues hobbling along the path.)

With villainy old and rusted, friends moving on with their lives… well, what is a hero to do?

“Sonnnic~?”

“Ugh.”

Sonic woke up from a quiet nap he was just taking, putting his fingers in his eyes to rub them away from sleep.

Looking down from the tree branch he was lounging on, he noticed a sweet mature face looking up at him.

Despite her usual peppy nature never fading away, Amy Rose had grown to be a proud, honest, and well spoken young woman.

She had abandoned old traditional red dresses for a more slimmed down red stripped sweater that reached her knees, a buckle to hold over her figured waist, and some rose earrings to show off her independence streak.

That’s right. A streak.

Amy had rebelled against convention, so to speak, and started doing her own thing these last few years. She’s even told Sonic, much more bluntly than ever before, that if he wanted to continue this relationship, he had to work for it. Earning her affections as she believed she had won his.

Well… that wasn’t something Sonic had expected.

He rolled his eyes, letting out a bit of ruffled air flow from his mouth, almost like a grumbled sigh. His lips vibrated and wagged around at his action, before he stretched the two arms behind him out and leaned forward.

“Must you always speak so loudly?” he straddled the branch, tilting his head to ruffle his hands through his quills, before Amy gave him a disappointed look of frustration.

She shot her arms straight down to her sides, puffing up a side of her cheek, as was habit for her when she was in a foul mood.

“You promised!”

“I promised, what?” Sonic snarkily challenged back, giving him a bit of a grump expression her way too.

The snappy remark shocked her out of her cute little anger setting, till she shifted to offense.

“You..! You promised you’d tell me how you felt today!”

“…Good? I guess.” he yawned, blinking at the odd request.

He raised an eyebrow; still scratching his head, but mostly for the sensation of it feeling good, not so much for waking up anymore.

“Nooo!” Amy leaned her head up, before face-palming and slowly dragging it down.

She looked more tenderly hurt now, slightly pouting in disappointment as she slouched forward with her shoulders.

“You said you’d tell me how you felt about me… you needed a day to think about it, right? Don’t you remember anything!?” She grew angry again, placing her hands on her hips as she shouted up to him.

Suddenly, the memory triggered.

His eyes widened.

Yesterday~

“What do you want from me, Amy!?”

“I just want you to be honest with me!”

“Honest? Well, honestly, I’m confused!”

“You shouldn’t be! I’m your girlfriend, aren’t I?!”

“My wh-mmm-mmm..”

Sonic shut his trap… suddenly pulling back from the confrontation and seeming uncomfortable with the new topic.

“M-my… wh-what are you trying to say? Exactly? Heh-heh…” he pulled back immensely, withdrawing himself as he smiled nervously, pretending and putting up a facade as though he wasn’t phased. It was clear by his bent arms and shifty scaled voice that he wasn’t completely unaware of where this was going…

“You do… you do love me don’t you, Sonic?” Amy’s eyes bent in worry suddenly, her head moving back in worry, feeling afraid that all her life of sticking by his side might actually have proved vain…

She didn’t want to believe that. But as he rubbed the back of his head, turning away…

She feared the worst.

“Sonic?”

“I… I can’t answer that right now, okay?” he folded his arms, leaning on his leg, rocking slightly left and right as if he didn’t want to address this conflict any further.

“…Tomorrow.” Amy narrowed her eyes, a sudden will and strength Sonic always got nervous about seeing.

He unfolded his arms as he noticed the shift and gulped, realizing this meant she wasn’t going to let it go till it happened.

And usually… it had to happen her way.

“Come again?” he looked almost surprised and scared at the time limit. “You can’t be serious, Amy!”

“Tomorrow. Tell me how you feel about me. Tomorrow.”

Her expression showed she was going to be unyielding to this…

“…To… Tomorrow.”

Sonic looked down at her, repeating what he had said to answer her request.

“Heh..heh.. opps?” He shrugged, smiling nervously.

He had forgotten to think about that…

Kinda hoping to block it from memory…

The next scene was just a loud crack of vocal lightning almost, as Amy’s voice shrieked through the trees and around the bends that Sonic dashed through to escape her wrath.

“Feel about her? Feel about her!? Would I have stuck around and put up with hammer throws at this long distance if I DIDN’T some find value in this- I-I-I-AHHH!!” He turned to look over to the side of himself, seeing behind his shoulder that a hammer was directed perfectly; expertly aligned with his direction as it whammed down on the ground near his legs, forcing him to jump and roll.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow.” Sonic repeated as he was getting too old to quickly curl up like he used too.

He tumbled a ways off and finally rolled up mid-way into a loop-de-loop, before having his face squished and feeling gravity slow him down… “Oh no…” his mouth spoke out, muffled against the grassy terrain before he went back the other way.

“Ow-owow-ow-owow-ow..!” he rolled down till the momentum finally stopped, right on his face, as he lifted one limp hand up and then the other. Pushing himself off the ground, he shook his head out, before seeing two booted feet just a few feet away.

He nervously looked up.

Amy’s face was so scrunched up in fury that his first reaction was to run again!

He felt one his supporting hands lift up in initial fright, his face tense back to reveal his open frown with his clenched teeth; and a whole lot of the whites of his eye…

“You… yoooouu… JERK!!!” Her sound wave actually made him duck slightly, as his quills were lightly ruffled with the small wind of her cry.

Sonic turned around to hear the echo trail far passed the zone, before he looked back in almost amazement at how she could manage to have the lung capacity, after all these years, to still create such a powerful sound wave.

She huffed and puffed, her shoulders moving up and down, a hammer to her side before her features on her face crinkled up to show the true pain of holding tears in within her.

“…You… why didn’t you think just a little bit about me? Do I really mean nothing to you..?”

Small water droplets fell at her sincerity, as from the ground, Sonic sat back and actually realized how much this had meant to her.

He had lifted a hand up for safety, but now, seeing she was more sad and upset at him rather than angry, he lowered it to try and get a better look at what was happening.

An unknown feeling suddenly triggered once more in Sonic… this had happened when he was much younger, but something pulled him to protect her and dry her tears.

He slowly felt sympathy for the girl, and got up, holding his hands apologetically out to calm her. “H-hold on, Ames… I-”

She shook her head only once, pausing him with a slight jerk as he flinched back, looking worried she wasn’t going to allow him to make up for his actions…

She bent her head down, tensing up. “Fine.. fine don’t say anything.” her voice grew fainter.

That subtle shift of emotion suddenly brought that unquenchable feeling of holding her back into Sonic’s heart.

He felt himself breathing oddly, and a little desperate as his fingers flinched to reach for her.

“Amy… I-I’m not done, yet. Just give me a second and I’ll-” He started to cautiously approach again.

“WHAT FOR!?” Amy glared up at him, tears still on her cheeks…

“I’m tried of doing it all, Sonic! For once! I want to be the one to make the mistake! To have you mad at me! Even then, at LEAST I’d see some real emotion out of you for me! You’re always so complacent. It’s always neutral. How you look at me… how you interact with me… it’s like your indifferent to me. Do you know how that feels? It’s like you only have me around to make sure you’re not missing something from your life… and at first? I accepted that. Everyone feels alone when people start to leave. I never did. I stayed by your side through thick and thin. Yes, so.. the days have thinned. There’s not a whole lot of excitement to go around… but I still get excited when I see you, Sonic…. I still get jitters and highs and even can’t figure out where to put all the energy too in my body!”

There was another moment… where Sonic couldn’t help but look at Amy in a brighter… prettier light.

The flattering tone she then used, softened her considerably at the end of her lines, which he knew weren’t quite done yet.

But there was something about this soft approach… it filled him with mercy. Made me want to be better. He hadn’t felt a whole lot after Eggman retired. Amy…

Was the last source of feeling he had left… and he now, almost thought anyway, that maybe he allowed her to stay by his side for the sole purpose of having emotion still in his life.

Without her… he was dreary… life was disenchanting.

With her… the world almost seemed too full of color to process in just one day.

“But I can’t see that same reaction in you…” She looked away, speaking from the heart, but clearly knowing this may cause some tension later.

Sonic stepped back, his eyes twitched as if a shard had just pierced his heart.

“Noo…” he lightly expressed, but so softly that she didn’t hear it.

He looked down in his rush of agony, his immediate shame.

His eyes scanned for comfort, but the grassy, warm ground brought him nothing but a bland, soft exterior.

He squinted his eyes shut and looked away, avoiding once more the truth she was speaking.

“Sonic.. I wanted to give you time to think about it!” She suddenly pulled a tightened fist to her chest, feeling it beat loudly inside her. Emotions piled one on top of the other, and she couldn’t restrain it anymore! “I wanted you to express, after some time to organize and contemplate it,… where you wanted to go with this.”

“With… this?” He looked up, daring to look back at the painful reminder of years wasted, emotions ignored, and feelings undeclared.

“This.” Amy nodded, looking directly at him.

There was no fear. No holding back.

She was stronger than he could ever understand. He was hardened from years of goodbyes and staying… no, being distant from such things.

“Please… if you can… articulate what you’re thinking… A-and feeling right now!” she was desperate to know this mind. More than anything, she didn’t want to lose him.

But also… more than anything in the world... she didn’t want him to deny himself any longer of whatever feelings he may be holding back.

It was a risky business, trying to get Sonic to open up, but she had full confidence she knew where this would lead.

To a release…

To a comfort…

“I…” Sonic turned away, shaking his head and gripping it fiercely.

“I…!!” he started to turn aggressive, causing Amy to look hurt even more so as she stepped back, motioning her head away from his frame.

“I don’t want to have to need this!!!” he swished his arms out, as Amy looked back up, startled, but afraid…

“I don’t want to have this… this feeling of being weak.” he looked at his hands, before gripping them tighter. “I don’t want something I could lose. Something that could break. Something that could fade.”

She watched as he hit his foot to the ground, his expression tense as this may be the only way he could get it out…

“I don’t want anything that fleeting… something I can’t just…” he opened his hand… raising it to a single blade of grass that had floated up by the wind, and let it trail off as he looked away from it.

He grasped his hand back into a fist, and let it rapidly drop and swing by his side.

“I can’t feel… the way you want me to feel, Amy.” he angled himself just enough to where she could see his torn face, his gripped; self-composure.

Amy looked worriedly to him, her eyes shifting left and right over his countenance.

Her mouth lightly formed his name, stepping forward, not having the strength to say his name again.

What did this mean?

What was he saying?

“… I don’t know what love is… Amy. I can’t give… what I can’t feel.”

A large engine sounded from the distance, as the two immediately, almost instinctually turned to it.

“Badniks?” Amy stated, bending her knees as if ready to take action.

“No.” Sonic glared, frowning into a grimace as he saw something sharp and slick flying towards them.

“Metal!”

He dashed to her and pushed her out of the way, getting slammed into by Metal Sonic, rusty and still operational.

“Sonic!!” Amy was flung back, but the motion also helped her lean forward as she rocked to look over to where Metal had tackled him.

Slamming Sonic to the ground as he struggled to kick off from the ground, Metal dragged him along the once serene grassy field of the zone, but Sonic still had his spines on his back to lessen the damage.

His head leaned forward in a fast headbutt, pulling Metal’s clawed grip on what little of a throat he had away and sprung back to propel his feet into Metals engine.

“Ha!”

“Look out!” Amy got up and swung her hammer, as Metal was first knocked back towards Sonic because of it.

Sonic reeled up a fist and shot him back towards her, but when he turned this time he gripped her hammer, scaring her a moment before Sonic freaked out.

“AMY!!!” He hadn’t curled in years… but this was no time for back-issues!

He curled and tried to spin himself tighter and tighter, faster and faster, into a powerful spin.

He looked like a stationary carwheel, reving itself up for take off. “Come on, come on!!!”

Metal almost played tugged-a-war with her for the hammer, but as she fell back from his brute force, he swiped the hammer away and gripped the end, about to use it back on her as he lifted it up.

“HAA!”

Sonic releaed himself and spun right through Metal Sonic.

Metal Sonic twitched with sparks flying from inside himself, wires out of their places, shredded within…

He was about to exploded as his eye lights flickered on and off with their usual red glow, but Sonic uncurled to quickly bend down and reach for Amy; keeping close to the ground.

“Grab my hand!”

Amy gripped his outstretched hand with both of her own, as he used his remaining upper-body strength to pull her to him, and charge away as they hid under a hill.

Sonic’s protective arm laid across her body, as the area above blasted from Metal Sonic exploding.

His rusty, crust of an armor shelled away into spiraling fire masses. Rolling to burn some of the green, lush grass below them.

They panted, before looking at each other, so close and in each other’s arms, but only caring to laugh at how unexpectingly thrilling that was!

“Ah-haha! I don’t think I can remember being so scared before!” Amy laughed, as Sonic kicked up his feet, still holding her.

“I can’t believe he’s still kicking!” Sonic looked below him, seeing half of Metal Sonic, his upper torso, a hand, and half his head intact, crawling towards him.

Sonic smirked, narrowing his eyes as he kicked the head off, and turned to Amy.

“Let’s go home.”

The two raced away, Amy being scooped up into his arms as the conversation died down after that.

However… dropping her off…

She was about to step out of his arms, as usual, till she felt them pulling her back.

“Wait..”

Amy slowly turned back to him.

He held a solemn expression, before looking away.

“You didn’t deserve that kind of response from me.. not today.” He looked sincere, a genuine openness that Amy hadn’t see before.

Sonic was truthful, but never this exposing of his feelings…

“I… I thought about it. While carrying you up here.” he tapped his foot behind him, as Amy drew closer, realizing she didn’t want to leave his side again… not now… not when he was being so…

Real.

“I may not get love… but I think I might know more than I let on.” he looked up, daring to look in her eyes, before shifting them away, seeming shy all of a sudden.

His head… still faced her general direction, though.

“I know that when you love something… you don’t want to let it go.” he looked down at her waist, his arms still around her.

“You don’t want it to cry..” he gently lifted a hand up to her cheek, rubbing ever so slightly by her muzzle.

Her eyes widened, before her breathing grew faint.

He stared at her lips… before looking back up at her eyes.

“You don’t ever want it to leave…”

Sonic…

Don’t go in, tonight.” He shook his head, his eyes revealing what he truly was saying.

Suddenly, the two embraced.

He had said it with so much breath, so much of a whisper, but it was the truthful cry of a desperate man.

She happily sobbed, as he chuckled slightly, still holding her close.

“I thought that wouldn’t make you cry…”

She laughed in her tears, gripping him closer to her as she blinked her eyes open.

“Sometimes,” she sniffed, “love is just too overwhelming to keep it all in.”

She then felt a small, wet tear grace her shoulder, and crawl down the length of her upper back, before warmly being absorbed by her sweater.

                                             “Yeah… I guess so.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry man. I didn't realize you had intentions of possibly working with Wizards some day. With that in mind it makes complete sense why you wouldn't want their leaks or links to free access to their products on your blog. Your response to the ask made it lowkey sound like you were condemning people for getting the books ~illegally~ "If you want it. buy it yourself" basically. But I understand way better now that you were considering your future. Didn't mean to cause you any more stress! ^.^

You’re absolutely not the person causing my stress. You’re very kind and considerate and I deeply appreciate that. Especially right now.

Piracy is tricky and I have my stance on it, which I won’t go into here. I think everyone should do what they can to support the creators they believe in, and who need it. Independent creators should never have their content pirated, because they need those sales the most.

Title; you bring out the magic in me (part 2)

Summary; Dan Howell is an indie artist who gets his inspiration off Phil Lester, his best friend and an amateur magician.

Wordcount; 1300+

A/N; ayyyy here’s the second part of magic in me idk. i hope you like it!! i’m going to cry in a hole if no one reads this pls pls pls pls pls read it i beg all of u pls its REALLY good i promise you

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Requested Imagine #003

ANON: hiii could you do a finny imagine where we have a massive fight then we make up??? THANK U

***Disclaimer***: This imagine contains strong language. I apologise in advance to anyone who is easily offended by swear words. Reader discretion is advised.


Our first ever anniversary is approaching and I still can’t really believe I’m Finn’s girlfriend. This year’s passed so fast like a day and I still love him as much as he said he loved me a year ago. However, right now I’m not quite sure whether he’s loving me like he’d been. Right now he sucks so bad. Right now I want to break his face into million pieces just like how he’s torn my heart. Right now I want to punch/ kick him in his balls. Right now I just want to physically destroy him. But right now I don’t want him in my sight. Right now he fucking sucks. Sucks as horse shit.

“You two can’t go on like that,” say Y/F/N, a friend of mine. Yes, right now I’m staying at my friend’s place instead of the flat Finn and I both share. “either of you must do something, seriously.”

“I KNOW,” I yell at her as I’m pouring the tenth glass of red wine, “of course I know we can’t go on like that. I don’t want to go on like that! I seriously don’t and I seriously know! But he’s the guy and he should be the one to do something about it, not me.”

“Y/N, why are you so stubborn? Being a girl doesn’t mean you have to be on the passive side. At the end of the day the relationship belongs to both of you. You both have the responsibility to solve it when there’s a problem, okay?”

“NOT OKAY! It’s his fucking fault! He’s responsible for originating this fight! He should be so ashamed of himself and come up with a bloody resurrection plan like at least ring me or text me. Today’s the second day I’ve left him but you know what? NO! HE’S DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Would you be mad if you were me?”

“C’mon, let’s go to bed. You’re drunk and PMSing. A good night of sleep fixes everything.”

“YOU’RE DRUNK! I’m not done yet. Would you be mad? Would you? ‘Cause I’m so angry! I hate him so much just because I love him so damn much, do you understand?” then I begin to explain to her the 154th time what happened.

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Two days ago it was a Friday night which I expected to be as normal as other Friday nights. I came home from work at 6:30 pm and found Finn in the kitchen preparing dinner. That was very strange to me since Finn hardly knows how to operate a microwave oven and I’ve known that very well. We’ve made a pact that I’m in charge of dinner-cooking every evening even though I come back considerably late. I actually am okay with it because I enjoy cooking and love good food made from scratch. Also, nothing’s better than satisfying your loved one’s appetite with food you make with love. His face of content is my relief from a day of hard work. But he was in charge that day and I honestly felt a bit invaded because I see the kitchen as my territory. No one should be allowed inside, including Finn.

“Finn?” I said as I peeked into the kitchen.

“Oh hi babe,” responded Finn, “how’s work?”

“As usual, thanks.” I gave him a hug from behind while he was making two plates of salad, “How’s your day? Have you been cooking all day? I’m highly sceptical about the fact that you can even cook, like you rarely turn on the stove.”

“You think. Dinner’s almost ready. Go take a seat and it’ll be served in a few minutes, my princess.” He’d planted a kiss on my forehead before I left.

I threw my bag on the couch and sat on the dining table which was nicely set up. There were even lit candles . It was fresh to me, the whole romantic dinner thing. Part of me loved the idea but I felt slightly uncomfortable. Probably because I was afraid of the high probability that Finn was going to burn down the flat. I told myself to just chill out—he was only trying to be affectionate like he always had been, though in a different way.

“I got you flowers, my majesty,” he came out of the kitchen. His face wore a charming smile, his hands held a lovely bouquet of red roses which smelt amazing. The pleasant scent travelled through my nose, hitting my senses, suddenly reminding me this was weird. This whole flower thing was way over the top, totally unnecessary for an ordinary Friday night. He handed the bouquet to me, my voice let out a “thank you” while my eyes were still fixated on it. “What’s up with all these overcompensating shits for?” I thought to myself.

Not long after, salad was served following with a “nice” roast dinner and a bottle of too fruity red wine which literally tasted like Ribena to me. Apparently Finn knew only a little about wines but I wouldn’t blame him. I know nothing about Youtube and video-making as well so I was at no place to judge.

“Is the dinner okay?” he asked around a mouthful of roast beef.

“Not bad, acceptably good.” I didn’t want to tell him the truth which was that the beef was so chewy, the potatoes were undercooked and the gravy was painfully salty. Truth hurts.

“I think the beef is a little bit overcooked, don’t you?”

“Considering that you’re the type of person who overcooks pot noodles, I would say this is indeed quite impressive.’’ I joked. He laughed.

“To our one year anniversary!” he raised a toast.

“Excuse me?”

“Cheers to our first anniversary!”

“No wait, Finn. Are you serious?”

“I know, I know. Theoretically it’s next Tuesday, but we can still celebrate it today? Doesn’t really make any difference at all, right?”

“No,” I scowled, looking a bit annoyed, “Tuesday is Tuesday. You can make a Sunday roast on Friday or any other days but our anniversary is on Tuesday and you can’t change it, just like I can’t change your birthday, or my birthday. It’s fixed.”

“The date is fixed,” he started to lose the suggestion of a smile, “but the celebration can be at anytime.”

“But if you can make it on Tuesday then why bother doing it today?” I paused for a short while, “You’re not free?”

All of a sudden his face turned into a look of shame. The only expression he was wearing was guilt. His eyes couldn’t even meet mine. “Listen, Y/N. I’m so so sorry. I… I… I have to go on a trip with the crew. A business trip, we’re doing a project and we’ll be leaving on Monday. I can’t make it on Tuesday. I hope you understand, I’m very sor—”

“You forgot our anniversary.”

“No I remember it it’s just that the trip is very—“

“Your crew, the dream team, Jack, Ben, Louis, Will and the rest. They are more important than me.”

“Oh Y/N don’t be such a baby. I said I’m sorry and I’ve done something to compensate already. You know how much I love making videos and how dedicated I am. Just this time, I promise. Just this time, okay?”

“Of course I know. You love it so much more than you love me, is that what you want to say?”

“Babe, no. I—“

“I got a job, Finn. I just asked for a day off for next Tuesday to give you a surprise, to give us some private time together to enjoy such a special day to both of us—well no, obviously just me. Do you think it’s easy to get a day off? What do you reckon my boss will think? A newbie working not long here already seems not liking the job, huh? I need to work, Finn Harries.” somehow I love saying people’s full name when I’m furious at them, “I’m not like you. I’m not like you all who are famous all over the internet with shit tons of fangirls worshipping you. I’m not like you all who don’t need a job to eke out a living.”

“Hold on a second. You mean being a Youtuber isn’t a job?”

“You can’t write it on your CV, can you? It’s just a hobby that earns you money and you’re just lucky that you’ve got a beautiful face that’s loved by so many people. Finn, wake up. You’re the one who’s childish!”

“STOP IT!” he yelled and glared straight at me, his eyes so fierce, “You’re just plain disrespectful to what I do. You’ve crossed the line and I don’t want this argument to go any further!”

“Don’t forget you’re disrespectful to our relationship too. And frankly I’m just telling the truth. Remember, truth hurts, Finn Harries. And in all honesty the dinner is… is… rubbish. And so is your bloody job.”

“I SAID STOOOOP!” he shouted and hit his fist against the table, “If you don’t have anything good to say then don’t say it!”

“You know what, I’ll stop. I’ll shut up ‘cause I’m leaving.”

“Go ahead. I don’t give a fuck.”

“IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING GOOD TO SAY THEN DON’T SAY IT!”

“SHUT UP YOU DRAMA QUEEN! It’s only a friggin’ anniversary why take it so serious?”

“Then why are you taking your YouTube job that serious? Same thing Finn Harries.” The whole fight went on for about five more minutes until we both shut up. Of course it didn’t get any better. I figured it was only going to get worse and if I continued arguing with him I would’ve broken up with him but at that moment I didn’t want to. So I packed a few pairs of underwear and other everyday essentials in my bag and left the apartment. I didn’t regret my decision. At least we could have a cooling off period to calm ourselves down.

I shed a drop of tear while walking down the stairs. Just one. Not even a drop more. And it was a teardrop of pure anger. I was too tough to cry over a man who doesn’t care about me and our relationship but I wasn’t tough enough to sleep in the street so I rang my friend Y/F/N to ask if I could stay for a day or two. Never have I ever expected there’s going to be a third day.

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Right after explaining all this shit I quickly rush to the toilet and puke, throwing up all the alcohol I’ve consumed and the shish kebab (best hangover cure ever but I’m going to be hungover again tomorrow so basically it won’t really do the curing job well, anyway) I ate for dinner.

“Jesus Christ I’ve just cleaned the toilet!” Y/F/N moans.

“I’m sorry… *puke* I… *puke* I’ve made it everywhere.”

“If it weren’t for you I would’ve kicked your ass out of my flat. *sigh* Are you okay, hun?”

“Can I get some warm water please?” I wipe my face with some Kleenex.

“Sure. In a second.”

But just before I take my second sip I start puking again.

“Awwhhhh…” Y/F/N finally shows her slightest sympathy.

“I HATE HIIIIIMMMMM!” I groan howlingly with vomit all over my face.

“You seriously need a good night of sleep, darling. Can you make a sick leave for tomorrow?”

“I wish I could, but I’ve wasted my day off on that stupid day that nobody fucking cares.”

“C’mon, get change, clean your face then go to bed. I’ll wake you up tomorrow.” After I finish emptying my stomach, she helps me to the bedroom and I immediately collapse in the bed. In no time my eyelids are glued shut and I’m in complete unconsciousness.

The next morning, with a thick layer of scum, an unpleasant smell of alcohol and a severe headache, I brush my teeth and take a long shower to freshen my mind up and get myself ready for work. I’m shattered to a point that every steps I’m taking is heavy as fuck. Nevertheless, my body makes it to my workplace but my mind is still in the toilet puking shits and my soul is still laying in bed sobbing like a newborn infant.

“Forget about that bastard, Y/N.” I think to myself, pinching my forearm hard to bring myself back to reality.

The day has been no different from others despite my bad condition. After working nine hours straight, I leave the office with only an expression of exhaustion. I should be happy about tomorrow’s day off but sadly I’m not because I can already picture myself spending the day all alone. Solitude is something I have never savoured since the day Finn came into my life. Now he’s gone. He’s left with his mates going on their business trip. I actually suspect whether the business part is true. If it is just a getaway, then he’s a big asshole getting rid of me so he can have some fun with the boys regardless of our first anniversary. But is Finn really that bad? Has he been that bad all the time? The answer is no, absolutely not true. We’ve together had loads of lovey dovey moments and he’s been a lovely boyfriend. We rarely have fights except this time. Perhaps the trip is, as he said, really important. Perhaps I was really being, as he said, a baby. Perhaps I should’ve been more considerate of him. I feel so terrible and guilty and sorry. It’s like realising a devil in fact does have a heart. No. Finn is not a devil. He’s the angel in my life. The only angel. The one and only.

“Y/N?” I call Y/F/N.

“Yes darling.”

“I’m not coming back tonight. I’m going back home. Thank you for letting me stay at your place and sorry for the mess.”

“Oh. Is everything sorted?”

“No, but at least I feel better now and eventually I’ve got to go so—”

“Good for you! You two will be fine trust me. Keep me updated, okay?”

“Sure. Will hit you up later. See ya.”

“Bye”

I walk out of the office building with my head down, my phone in my hands, my thumbs busy typing an apology text to Finn. It’s definitely not the best way, though it will make things less awkward. Suddenly, I feel someone tapping my shoulder, I turn my head around and my jaw drops to the floor.

It’s Finn.

“Why are you here?” I frown, “Shouldn’t you have left already?”

“I didn’t go on the trip at last,” he smiles, “but the rest of the team have gone.” He grabs my hands in his but I instantly become so repulsive and shake them off because I don’t want him to think that I’m giving in.

“Get off me!” I warn, louring at him “I don’t want to see you.”

“Y/N, I’m terribly sorry. Really, I couldn’t be any more sor—”

“It’s in the middle of the pavement. We’re blocking people’s way.” I’m still scowling at him.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he holds my upper arm and pulls me aside, “okay. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being such a dickhead who forgets the first anniversary with his girlfriend and… I guess now I just have to be very honest with you. Yes I did forget our anniversary in the beginning when we were planning the whole trip. It didn’t come across my mind and that’s why I didn’t notice it happens to be during our special day. But in the end I did realise that and tried to do something about it hoping you wouldn’t be so upset. I even lied to you and I felt utterly terrible. I… I swear I hadn’t lied to you for once before that night I told you that the trip was very important. It’s not, really. It’s still a business trip, however. But the thing is that we’ve paid for all the transport and accommodation and if I don’t go it’ll be just a waste of money. Everything is my fault and I hope you will accept my apology, Y/N. I’m so so so so sorry.”

“Sorry?” my glare has turned into just a stare. My anger has lessened a bit, just a little vexed about the fact that he lied but at least he’s telling the truth now and the truth doesn’t quite hurt.

“Babe, forgive me my foolishness. I did the stupidest thing in the world which is hurting your precious little heart and I promise from now on I’ll protect it very well and I’ll never ever ever ever forget a single anniversary between us. The bed felt so empty without you by my side and I basically didn’t sleep last three nights.” he keeps apologising and that’s when I spot the scarily dark circles around and the massive eye bags under his hollow red eyes, “I’m not ready for a solitary life without you because you’re my everything. You mean the world to me, sweetheart.”

“How can I trust you anymore when you’re the master of sugarcoating everything you say?” I break my long stare and glance down at his torso. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with his own writing which says “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Love, the stupidest man in the world xxoo”. That kind of raises the corners of my lips a tad bit. “Have you been wearing this whole day?” I ask with a tiny giggle.

“Yes, I have babe. I’ll do anything to win you back,” he encircles my waist, “and I swear to God I won’t upset you for the second time. Trust me, please. I’m miserable without your love. Let’s go home, okay?”

“I’ll go home by myself.” I still am not giving up my play-hard-to-get strategy although I’ve forgiven him mostly. There’s this weird thing about girls and to be honest after being a girl for about two decades I still don’t quite understand.

“You forgot your keys, silly.” he runs his hand in his jeans pocket and takes out my key. I recognise that it’s mine because there’s a lock key chain attached with it while his key chain is a key. I make a few attempts to grab it from his fist but the key has become my least concern. I notice a few burns on his hands when I take them in mine for a closer examination.

“What happened to your hands?” I ask, slightly worried.

“Well I guess you’re right to say I’m a bad cook,” he sniggers, “I burnt myself last Friday night when preparing dinner.”

“And cuts,” as there are three plasters around three of his fingertips. My key is in his open palm but it’s too late for me to get it because he’s put it back in his pocket.

“I’ll give the key to you when we’re home, deal?” he grins.

“Finn… I have to say I’m sorry too.” my grimace turns into a look of sorrow completely, “I said things which shouldn’t be said and which I regret so much saying. I fully understand your passion for video-making and I hope you can forget the nasty things that came out from my mouth. I didn’t mean it at all. I should be a more considerate, supportive girlfriend. I’m sorry, Finn. I genuinely am.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he cups my face between his palms, “no one knows what they are ranting when getting mad, not to mention that I know you are on your period. You know, PMS and your boyfriend forgetting the first anniversary between you and him don’t mix.” he says, I chuckle, and he presses his lips to mine as softly and lightly as butterfly wings. All my rage I had dissolves like mist in an instant. "I want to see you smile again. I miss your smile so bad.“ and I do give him a smile. A smile of relief.

“Let’s go home and have a good night of sleep tonight. You look very worn out.” I say.

“Have been waiting for you to say this. We’ll have our best day together tomorrow, I promise.”


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The Red Bullet in Sydney. HI-TOUCH 100715

in order;

TAEHYUNG: he was really hyped up and happy to see everyone. when I got to him I was like “hEYYYY!” And he looked at me and said “aWESOME!!” his smile was so bright and his hand was soft and large, it was perfect.

HOSEOK: okay so as some of you might know, my name is hope and all my friends told me that i had to tell him my name so that was my mission. I walked up to hoseok and said in korean “my name is hope” hE WAS LITERALLY SHOCKED FOR LIKE A FEW SECONDS AND WAS LIKE “oH MY GOD?” he smiled so bright and we even went back from another high-five and we grabbed hands and wOw. hoseok is good looking holy shietttt

JIMIN: poor jimin was waiting for me by this time and he was gearing up for his high-five. hes literally so cute and was like “hEy wassup!!” and was like all swag and that. he is perfect. park jimin is perfect.

JUNGKOOK: He’s quite tall and pictures do not do this kid justice. He is a majestic human being. I can’t quite remember what he said, maybe it was like “thankyou!!!” or something. He literally stared into my soul and his eyes were so big. My precious child i fukcing adore you.

NAMJOON: This is where my memory gets a little blurry because it’s going so so fast. All I really remember was that he was holding his arm while high-fiving and just said thankyou to everyone

SEOKJIN: Once again, my memory is a bit of a blur but he’s so so polite and considerate and made sure to say thankyou to everyone, little precious human being

YOONGI: praise the lord because I prayed night and day that yoongi would be last and he actually was. I was wearing a suga shirt and he looked at it and looked back and me and smiled. I said “i love you” in korean and he replied and said “thankyou” bUT IT GETS BETTER. we didn’t high-five. we held onto each other’s fingers for few seconds and like slipped away while gazing. it’s safe to say we are married.

The flashback devolution of Oliver Queen in S3

Someone on Tumblr suggested watching the S3 premiere before the finale to better see how the season’s themes played out and the progression of character. So I did, and it was indeed illuminating. 

I’ve been thinking about how much progress Oliver made towards becoming the Green Arrow in the present day narrative, but when I woke up this morning I realized my brain had also been processing his dark journey in Hong Kong. While I didn’t find the flashbacks to be particularly compelling for the last half of the season, they did serve their purpose. The Oliver who leaves Hong Kong is not the person Amanda Waller brought there: he’s darkened considerably despite his first heroic city save, and the self-loathing highlighted so often in the seasons 1-3 makes its first appearance as he shoves off to parts unknown (Russia). 

First, let’s look at his skill set. In season 1, Oliver learned to fight. He had to summon up the will to fight and survive and then he had to actually learn the physical skills necessary to defend himself. In season 2 Oliver learned to strategize. Slade Wilson (and Shado) trained him to fight better and more effectively, but without many weapons and facing a larger force of trained men, Oliver and Slade could never have taken the Amazo without a decent plan, and Oliver could never have taken it back from Slade and sunk it without his own plan.

It’s important to note that while Oliver is willing to put his life on the line to protect the people he loves on the island, on the Amazo, and in Hong Kong, he’s not suicidal, nor is he apathetic about his own survival. He wants to get out alive, and he wants to go home. All of this ugliness with Fyers, with Ivo, with Waller, is stuff that has happened to him. He didn’t cause it, and he’s not tainted by it. By the end of season 3, that’s changed because in season 3 Oliver picks up an ugly new skill - torture - and under certain circumstances, he discovers he wants to use it.

After seeing such a muddling Oliver through much of the flashbacks, one who is first useless and then not confident and often hesitant to fight, whose first instinct is nearly always to flee, it’s a bit shocking to see that by the end of his Hong Kong experience, he’s become a total badass. He takes out his attackers in Mei’s apartment with ease. He turns General Shrieve’s ambush around on itself and takes out the whole team single handedly. He is a fluid fighting machine fully kicked into gear.  He doesn’t stop to think about it, he just does it. A prototype of the Hood has emerged from Oliver Queen, but it’s still just a skill set, not a persona. Until Akio.

This is important: Oliver’s was forced to learn to fight and defend himself; his walking away from the Arrow persona at the end of S3 is not an isolated event. When he discovers Merlyn’s plan in S1, he immediately drops the idea of culling names from his father’s book as his duty and allows himself to hope of having a normal life with Laurel if he can stop the Undertaking. Even after all of Amanda’s training and after he’s ruthlessly and probably unnecessarily killed his sister’s drug dealer, when he recovers the Alpha Omega bio weapon from Starling City and thinks he can go home again, he jumps at the opportunity. He always wants out. In his heart, Oliver Queen is not violent man. He’s a lover, not a fighter. 

But then Akio is killed and he tortures Shrieve in vengeance (and for information?) and he begins to see himself as both hopelessly darkened and complicit in the death and destruction of his loved ones. 

During his time in Hong Kong, the Yamashiros become a part of Oliver’s extended family, he learns to care for them, and they clearly reciprocate. So Oliver being Oliver, he loves them by protecting them. He goes after a missing Maseo with Tatsu, he looks after Akio when they are separated, and he tosses his own safety and opportunity to get out of Hong Kong to go after a cure for the dying boy. And…he fails to save him. He also fails to save Maseo, who decides to wallow in manpain and takes himself off for parts unknown (Nanda Parbat). Despite his best intentions and efforts, Oliver’s new family falls apart in front of him. And what he does to deal with the pain of losing Akio - torturing Shrieve - causes him to loathe himself so much that he refuses to go home to Moira and Thea and instead treks off further into the dark where his sins are not so illuminated and he can be alone with his pain and self hatred. 

This, THIS, is the beginning of “This only ends one way,” for Oliver. It’s not that there is no other way, it’s that from this point on, he doesn’t see himself as redeemable except in death, and so if his dying saves the people he loves, it’s a double win in his tortured psyche. They live, he dies.

The trilogy of the first three seasons ends, then, with Oliver learning to forgive himself and want to live and stop fighting in the present and learning to hate himself and take up his bow for vengeance in the past. A circle of beginnings: devolution and evolution, wanting to die and wanting to live.

We wonder why Oliver doesn’t snap out of it the first or thirtieth time Dig or Felicity give him the “Fight to live” speech? This is why. It takes him years to get as dark as he is in the pilot, and it takes years to shed that darkness as well. The blood on his hands at the end of S3 takes a long time to scrub off. 

I’m beginning to think he goes back to Lian Yu voluntarily, as penance, before he is rescued in the beginning of the pilot. If this is true, it will be interesting to see what the catalyst for his wanting to return to Starling City was. 

sayakakyokos  asked:

Hi, just wanted to tell you that I started following you recently but you're literally the sweetest person on my dash? Like with those posts about Sherlock just now or those about blogs having a chance of being deleted if they post DoS gifs from not official footage. And just keep on being like that and honestly my dash would be a lot better if more people were as considerate and had as lovely attitude as you. Hope you had a great day!

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This is so kind and lovely thank you so much I am blushing

I’m going to publish this so I can look at this when I feel down

Thank you so much you beautiful person, this made my night :’)

I want to make a sort of informational post about excoriation disorder because it has become clear to me that a lot of people don’t know about it and most people have no idea what to do when interacting with someone who has it (even if they think they know). So please read on if you want to learn about excoriation and how to make people with excoriation comfortable around you.

Excoriation disorder, also known as dermatillomania or skin-picking disorder is a Body Focused Repetitive Behavior (BFRB). It’s sort of the sister of trichotillomania, or hair-pulling disorder, which lots more people have heard of. It’s basically an incredibly strong compulsion to pick at your skin and clear it of all perceived imperfections. As far as I know, everyone’s excoriation is different, so I can only tell you about my own, but it’s the same general idea. The only other person I know with excoriation is my younger sister, who displays basically the same symptoms as me. People with excoriation disorder tend to have one or two main picking spots. My sister and I both focus on our upper arms. It’s the first spot we go to when we pick, and when we’ve exhausted that, we go to other places, usually our legs or face.

My sister and I both have small bumps along our arms that will pop if squeezed, so these are usually our “perceived imperfections”. I don’t know exactly where they come from. We have been to dermatologists, but we have never really gotten an answer from them, although keratosis pilaris was suggested. I pick mostly when I am bored or watching TV, when I have nothing to do with my hands, but many people pick when nervous or anxious or upset.

Our family has seen us do this, and they do not understand it. I started picking when I was about eleven, and when asked, I always said that my arms were itchy because I didn’t know how to explain the fact that I cannot make myself stop. After suffering from this disorder for ten years, I have gotten better. I have learned different ways to pull myself away from it, but I still pick every day, and I think it’s very probable that I always will.

I don’t like picking in front of people, but I can’t always help it. Most people don’t say anything, but some do, in varying degrees of appropriateness and consideration. I tried asking friends to say something to stop me when they saw me doing it, but it didn’t work, and it made me a little uncomfortable. My boyfriend used to try to physically restrain me, but this didn’t work either because I would either want to pick so badly that I would successfully fight him off (and he is very strong), or I would have a panic attack.

Obviously not everyone you see picking has excoriation, but you can always stop them just in case without drawing attention to what they’re doing and without suggesting that they may have a problem. I think the best thing to do is to distract them somehow. You don’t necessarily need to get them to do something with their hands. You just have to get them to look somewhere else. Do NOT just tell them to stop or swat at their hands, even if you know that they have excoriation, especially if you know they have excoriation. Again, everyone is different, but I know that when someone tells me to stop, I just feel upset and frustrated, and I will try to go somewhere where I can pick without them bothering me. When I’m picking, my only thought is STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP. Your telling me to stop is just reiterating what’s going on in my head, and clearly that isn’t working. Excoriation is emotionally difficult because it’s very scary to not be able to control your own actions, especially when the action is harming yourself. (This is not to say that excoriation is anything like self harming, because for me at least, it is not.)

Basically just know that excoriation is a confusing and terrifying and stressful mental illness, and the best thing you can do for someone who’s picking is to distract them in a fun and casual way.