it represents their relationship perfectly

To Be Afraid

|To Fall| |To Find| |To Be In| |To Rediscover| |To Yearn|

Member: Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff 

Word Count: 5086

Summary: Love. It’s a strange thing. It can either make you the happiest person in the world or the most miserable. You don’t know when it comes or when it goes. Sometimes it’s not returned and sometimes it is. We don’t know how to deal with it, but we still yearn for it.

A/N: so 5000+ words happened. I started writing it and it seemed alright, but then I feel like it just go dragged on. I don’t know… Lately I feel like I’ve been lacking a lot in my writing so please let me know what you think about this. 

(also sorry for not being so active with updates. school is starting to get hectic again TT) 

Originally posted by donewithjeon

They say that three time’s a charm, but is it really?

The first was in high school.

You were a part of a tightly knit group. The four of you spent all of your time together; going out on weekends, working together in group projects, hell, you even grew up together. Like all cliche movies, the group consisted of two boys and two girls. Almost naturally the four of your grew attractions for each other. This group of best friends soon became a living, breathing, double date. Of the two couples, you and Jimin were the first to get together. He was your everything. He was your first. Nothing could ever replace the emotions that that relationship brought to you.

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anonymous asked:

32.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”(sobbing, hiccuping)//50.Writer’s preference. The last blue in anxiety, a bit of constant rambling, the aqua/teal in cool sundays and a tad of subtle melancholy. the colours in sodas and skateboards and conversation hearts are sorta wrong but their tonal relationship is perfectly representing

That anon of the two prompts. Sorry I didn’t mention. To your preference, I had nothing in mind and do write (whe)never you want. Thanks for asking

I went with BillyJason and 32. Hope you like it! (I’m so sorry for taking so long, this week’s just been hectic. ALSO I SAW THE POWER RANGERS TONIGHT AND CRIED FOR SEVEN YEARS BEFORE CHOOSING THEM TO WRITE THIS SO)

Note: If you are autistic and you find the way I wrote Billy as being off, I’m so sorry and please let me know where I went wrong and how I can do better!


Billy’s voice was tentative and subdued which Jason immediately took into account when he glanced up at him. Billy’s face was drawn in tight, hands fisted as his side and he wasn’t looking at him. Just the ground, his eyes narrowed.

He also wasn’t speaking.

Worried, Jason shifted to a stand from the bench. “What’s up?”

Billy’s eyes scowered Jason for a moment before dropping and his fingers twitched agitatedly. He opened his mouth then clamped it shut and glanced away, frowning.

By now, Jason knew to let him breathe, let him form together the thoughts in his head. Billy could talk for hours if he was allowed but sometimes he went quiet. Sometimes words didn’t make as much sense to him, didn’t flow as well and he needed a few seconds to work them out in his head.

Jason waited.

He’d always wait.

Finally, minutes later, Billy sighed and relaxed his body, swallowing thickly. The gulping sound echoed quietly in the locker room. “I think,” he began, pausing as he frowned. “You can’t make fun of me.”

Jason nodded. “Of course not, Billy.”

Billy nodded with him, flexing his fingers. “I just. Mmm, I’ve been thinking a lot about this and it’s weird but I think I know what it means but ya know, feelings are weird sometimes and I don’t- I don’t really understand what it’s my head or my heart all the time but I know when I do and it’s-” He flapped his hand at his side rapidly and dropped his eyes to the floor again. A couple seconds passed by in awkward silence before he matched his eyes to Jason’s, holding them tight and hard, and said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Jason’s heart stopped.

Billy continued. His voice shook. “And I’m a little terrified.”

Jason stared at him. “What?” he asked, a little faint. He’d misheard, misunderstood. Billy meant something else.


Platonic love.

Anything but what Jason was praying for. Begging to God for.

Billy frowned. “I’m in love with you and I’m terrified because of that,” he repeated, point blank and blunt as ever.

“Why?” Jason said quickly. He took a step forward and stopped, despite how deeply he wanted to cross that bridge, take Billy into his arms and kiss the everlasting life out of him. “Why are you scared? How- how do you know, Billy?” He squeezed his shirt in his hands and closed his eyes. “Tell me what you mean.”

Was he shaking? He felt like he was shaking but this… this was so wildly out of what he’d been expecting. Billy…

Billy had never expressed romantic feelings for anyone. He understood why couples kissed in public but still frowned and called it unnecessary. Still shied away from too much contact, too much touch and not enough space.

They’d all talked about crushes before but Billy hadn’t mentioned one, had insisted that he couldn’t think of any one he liked and when he’d said that all of Jason’s hopes had gone flying out the window.

And yet, here he was. Confessing.

“I mean that I think I love you,” Billy said. He frowned. “I don’t think I can be any clearer, Jason. I mean maybe I’m not saying it right but I watched a lot of videos about love before now and I also asked my mom. And she was surprised and told me to be careful because you might not feel the same, which is okay. I can’t control your feelings but if you did feel the same, it would be really cool but not as cool as being Rangers but still as good, I guess. I mean, I can’t really be sure because I don’t have a range of reference but I did ask Kim how it felt when Trini asked her out and she said she felt like she was floating the whole day after and I don’t think you make me float but you make me happy but that’s not really the same thing as floating but I asked my mom and I asked Trini and they both agreed, in different terms, that happiness is like floating but in a different way then actually floating, and I-”

Overwhelmed, Jason held up a hand. “Billy, time out, please.”

Billy nodded, patient. “Okay.”

Jason licked his lips. “You like me?”

“Yes,” Billy said firmly.

Jason relaxed. “But you’re scared that you do?”

Billy bit his lip for a second then nodded. “Yes.”

Jason took a couple steps forward. He needed to be closer to him, needed to make the conversation more intimate, quieter and closer and better. Billy didn’t back away. Just stood his ground and waited.

“You’re not gonna hit me, right?” Billy asked.

“No,” Jason breathed, smiling. “I’m not, Billy. I’d never.”

Billy sighed and rocked his hands at his side. “Good because some of those videos ended poorly and I was just worried-”

“Is that what you were scared about?” Jason asked quickly. “That I’d hit you?”

“No,” Billy said a little too loudly. “It’s something else.”

Jason waited for him to explain, to overexplain in that rapid and fired way he always did and frowned when he didn’t. “Then what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Billy admitted. His voice quivered slightly but Jason noticed.

Jason always noticed.

He took another step forward. Billy’s eyes blanched over Jason’s face then he took his own step back. Jason followed, asking, “Then why are you afraid?”

“I-” Billy shook his head, skirting backwards.

Jason chased him, twisting until he had Billy pressed up against a locker, trapped. He felt a little bit wired, a little bit desperate.

Why was Billy afraid of loving him?”

“I love you too,” he said quickly. Maybe that was it. He didn’t respond in the affirmative right away and that tended to snag Billy’s anxiety sometimes. When people didn’t respond quick enough. “I do. I swear.”

Billy kept shaking his head. “That’s not it, Jason. I don’t know why I’m scared, I just am.”

“Okay.” Jason understood this. Emotions were always weird and hard to explain. They were just a little weirder and a little harder to explain for Billy. “Okay. What does that mean for us?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, can I kiss you?” Jason asked, maybe a little bit too needy but he’d been dreaming about this, obsessing over the way Billy’s lips might feel, the way he might taste, how it would be.

Billy made a face, thinking. “I- No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Jason groaned, taking a step back. “You’re killing me here, Billy.”

There was a brief moment of panic in Billy’s eyes before it died out and he flapped his hands out a couple times. “That was a joke.” Jason nodded. Billy relaxed back. “A joke, okay. I’m sorry?”

Jason sighed. “It’s okay, buddy. I- I get it. You don’t know right now.” Coldness shamed down deep into his chest. “You don’t-”

Jason’d known.

The moment Billy had gone, the moment that green light had eclipsed him, he’d known. Realized it.

Figured out what the shifting feelings in his stomach, the shakiness in his chest, what it all meant, the moment Billy vanished and Jason’s heart had sunk into his chest, into his stomach. He’d been unable to breathe, unable to think, to process anything. He’d rescued Billy and Billy had, in turn, saved him and everyone else and in the end, it wasn’t enough.

He’d been terrified too. Ever since.

What if it happened again? Loving someone from a distance was one thing.

Loving them closely, getting to be with them? That would be so much harder and it could ruin him.

Ruin both of them. 

He never wanted to see Billy die again and he knew Billy would never want to see him or any of them die either.

“Billy?” Jason started quietly and he hated the way his voice shook, the way it trembled, weak and exposed. “Are you afraid of loving me because you’re worried I might die?”

Billy shrugged. “I guess? I don’t know. I don’t like to think about because it hurts but not in like a physical way but in an emotional way. Sorta like when my dad died but different than that because when he died I was sorta numb for a while but when I think about how much I think I might love you, I think it hurts worse.” He gestured outwardly. “Sorta like when Rita killed me but different.”

Jason stared at him. “Loving me hurts as much as when you died?”

Billy stared at him back. “I said something wrong again, didn’t I?”


“Let me start over!” Billy said quickly, raising his hands, defensive.

Vaguely, Jason relaxed back. Heat was bursting in the back of his head. It burned in the back of his eyes and he shook.

Jason was not the type of person to cry in public or to cry at all. He’d been told he cried ugly and he’d been told he wasn’t supposed to cry, that it was weak and girly and not for men and as much as he’d tried not to, he’d reigned everything in and held in his emotions, those miserable biting feelings, until he could break them out in the field, tackle a man down or rage out on a heavy bag.

But here he was, suddenly exposed and open, and those tears he’d spent years learning to keep back were threatening to break over his face and release a waterfall.

Billy’s jaw worked open, titching itself to the side while he thought. His hands stayed up, eyes to ground and Jason couldn’t help but love him more.

“I think I love you. I don’t know what that’s like. I know what it’s like with my mom and I know that loving her is different from loving Zack and Trini and Kimberly and that loving them is different from how I love you but I do and I love you different from them and I-I need you to know that,” Billy said.

“I know,” Jason said. “I understand, Billy.”

Billy nodded. “I don’t know why I’m scared,” he said. “I just feel weird in my stomach and it’s angry and all kinds of messed up that I don’t know how to deal with and sometimes I think about you not liking me back or you stopping and I think that scares me but I don’t-” Billy stopped. A look of panicked horror encompassed his face. “Are you crying?”

Jason was. The tears were warm and they were dripping slow and infrequent. He shooke his head, pressing his hand to his face, to his eyes, and turning around. “No! I’m just-”

“I made you cry!” Billy said and he sounded miserable and resigned and utterly destroyed by that fact. “I made you cry, Jason, don’t cry, Jason!”

“Billy, I’m just-”

Billy was shaking his head rapidly and his hands were clenched tight to his side and he was stiff and shaking all at the same time. “I can’t-”

“Billy,” Jason whispered, cupping his face. “I’m here, I’m here. Breathe, okay? I need you to breathe for me.”

“I just-” Billy hiccuped. “I’m scared because I don’t know what I feel and I don’t- I don’t like not knowing.”

The admission seemed to tear out of him and Jason shook his head, sniffling. “Billy, you don’t have to know everything.” He let out a little broken laugh. “God, you are so smart and perfect and it’s okay not to know how you feel about me. I’m okay with that.”

“You’ll still like me?” Billy whispered.

“Of course,” Jason breathed. He pressed his forehead to Billy’s and inhaled. “I was- I was terrified when you died because I- I couldn’t.” He swallowed around his tongue and closed his eyes. “I couldn’t imagine life without you anymore. I’d only known you for ten days and I couldn’t imagine not being with you.” Tears dripped out of his eyes again, thicker and heavier. His voice quavered. “I can’t lose you, Billy. Not again. So you have to tell me what you want, okay? Tell me your boundaries.” He opened his eyes and Billy’s were shinily staring back at him. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” Billy said. “I like this.” He smiled. “Feels… warm almost.” He frowned. “It’s weird. But. A good weird. Like french fries with chocolate milk on them.”

Jason snorted. “What do you want, Billy? From me?”

Billy watched him and then tilted his mouth up and caught Jason’s into a small and brief kiss. He pulled back and said, “That.” He smiled wider. “I liked that.”

“Again?” Jason asked, a little too hopeful.

Billy nodded firmly and placed both hands on Jason’s damp cheeks. “Again.”

My Favorite Things (E2 Barry x Reader)

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

Requested by: @litterally-trash Requested to do Prompt #8, #9, and #15 with Earth Two Barry Allen.

Prompt: 8: “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?” + 9: “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” + 15: “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Word Count: 1,402

Author’s Note: HEY GUYS so I finally got my new laptop and this is the first imagine I’d have written on it;) so anyways, here is a short and completely unrelated to my E2 barry series requested imagine and I hope that you guys will like it:) 

It was the day before the wedding. 

The day before your entire life would change. For the better. It was the last day before you would be called Y/N Allen, and you were ready. You were so ready to spend the rest of your life with the one you loved.

In honor of the last day as Y/N Y/L/N, you had just spent the day as an unmarried woman with your girlfriends. They threw you a small bachelorette party, allowing you to have gone into more spas and massages in the last couple of hours than you had in your entire life.

Now, tradition was that the bride and groom weren’t allowed to see each other on the day of the wedding which is why Barry and you wanted to have one last moment together before the big day.

You had decided to give each other presents to represent the new chapter of your lives with each other. Cliche, yes, but you thought it was a good way to start the next step of your life. Anyways, you loved to give presents to another person. And, of course, receiving them too.

It was a struggle to decide what to give Barry, but in the end, you were excited and content with what you had come up with. You smiled as you put the final touches on your present. After a long day with the girls, it was nice to just sit in the quiet of your apartment with your future husband. Even if the manicure you had just gotten was pretty nice too.

When you finished, you waited a little bit for Barry to arrive. You had finished early and now you were sitting on the couch, hoping that you chose the right thing to give him.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

You jumped in excitement and basically almost ran to the door. A few days without Barry and you were already missing him.

“Barry!” you greeted. His eyes sparkled behind his round glasses as his grand smile erupted. “You’re here!”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Of course, Y/N. Where else would I be?”

You kissed him lightly on the lips before dragging him by the arm into the living room where you had your present. Honestly, you were kind of proud of your present. It might’ve not been the prettiest thing, exactly, but you put a lot of your time and work into it and you had a gut feeling that Barry would love it.

“C’mon, I want to give you my present!” you said happily. Barry smiled at you as you shook your leg in an act of being slightly impatient. 

“Alright, alright, Y/N. I’ll open it,” Barry said, grabbing the box that you were handing him. It was wrapped in a plain green wrapping paper with a small silver heart stuck on the right top corner.

He raised an eyebrow at the simplicity of the box. You smiled, and then shrugged.

“I heard that green symbolizes new beginnings,” you said. Barry chuckled before slowly unwrapping it. His gentleness was always one your favorite things, but right now, it was making you almost jump in your seat.

Barry slowly opened the box and pulled something out.

He stared at it for a few moments as you scanned his face for any emotions.

Barry pushed up his glasses slightly before making eye contact with you. Glancing at the present, he gave you an uncertain smile.

“Um, t-thanks for the…uh…gift?” he said, the sentence ending in a question. Your smile grew larger. Honestly, you knew that this would happen.

Barry Allen was a smart person; he was the CSI technician for CCPD, of course he was smart. But sometimes, he was just so clueless, it was so cute.

“Do you like it?” you asked, messing with him. “Do you know what it means?”

Barry stared at your present, trying to figure out exactly what it was so that he could tell you what it meant to him. But he couldn’t decipher what it was for the life of him.

After a minute or so passed, he gave up and sighed with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he chuckled. “But, I have,” he glanced back at the present, “…no clue what this is supposed to be.”

You laughed before grabbing the present from his hands. 

“It’s because you’re holding it upside down, idiot,” you said. You turned the present upright before giving it back to him. It took him a second to analyze exactly what it was before he began to smile again.

With him, your smile also enlarged in size.

The present was a crocheted figurine of you and Barry holding hands.

You had decided to take up crochet just because you loved the idea of making something. It had taken you a while, but with the help of the internet, you figured out how to make little characters by crocheting it.

You crocheted Barry with his round glasses, the brown hair, the vest and slacks, and the infamous bow tie. The most difficult part was intertwining your hands together. Once you got that down, you made yourself wearing your favorite outfit. 

You had spent a lot of time on it, and although it wasn’t perfect, you thought it represented you two’s relationship perfectly. 

Barry smiled and turned to you. “I love it,” he whispered. Barry put the dolls gently back into the box and grabbed your head, kissing you softly against your lips. 

“Let’s go see your present,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Go?” you asked, pulling away slightly. Barry smiled. 

“Yes, go. C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you off your couch, out of the apartment, and onto the elevator where he hit the top floor button. Still holding your hand, Barry walked fast out of the elevator when its doors opened and pulled you out onto the rooftop. 

There, was the most breathtaking thing that you’ve seen in your life so far.

It literally took your breath away. Stunned, you stared at the lit up dinner setting that laid in front of you.

The small table was covered with two plate settings with a bottle of wine in the middle along with one candle. Dim lights hung from the wires that hung above you which somehow made the stars in the dark sky shine brighter. You could see the streets far below you; the cars driving by mutely and the moon illuminating its light so close to you.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Barry asked you as he stared at the stars. Barry guided you to the table, biting his lip, waiting for your approval.

“I love it, Barry,” you responded, still awestruck at the romantic dinner.

It was one right out of the movies.

You smiled as he lived the silver covering, revealing your favorite dish. 

“It’s fairly simple,” Barry started, “But I think it’s a nice way to start our new life together.” He placed the dolls next to the ice can where the wine was sitting in, making sure that they could sit down without falling over. 

You smiled at the gentleness that he handled them with and the perfect night that he had given you.

“It’s amazing. I-It takes my breath away,” you said. Barry grabbed your hand from across the table. 

“I love you, Y/N. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Barry whispered, kissing the top of your hand softly.

Tears built up in your eyes. Bartholomew Allen. Cute, nerdy, amazing, Barry Allen was sweeping you off your feet and you had no problem with it at all. He was the one. The one that you didn’t even know that you’d been waiting for. He was your knight in shining armor, even if you weren’t a damsel in distress.

Barry was the one that made you understand why you were here on this Earth in the first place.

“I love you too, Barry,” you breathed. One tear fell slowly down your cheek. He swiped it away with his thumb and smiled at you.

“Let’s eat, Y/N. Before the food gets cold,” Barry told you. You nodded gratefully, picking up a fork.

The night ended with a romantic dinner and crocheted dolls whose hands were sewed together forever.

And it was the most perfect night to welcome the next day that was too come.

The End

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I FINALLY got a new laptop so that means new imagines! I hope that this wasn’t too cliche for y’all but we all need a little cliche every once in a while:) and it can happen lol my sisters bf did this for her and I can’t even express it to y’all how cute it was omg ANYWAYS I hope y’all like this and I will have another imagine up soon!


So, finally we’re here: it’s #WolfieAppreciationDay! Since I suck at photoshop (as you can see from the crappy thing I posted above lol), I decided do something else and find a song that represents each member of the cluster. 

Today is Wolfgang’s turn and I chose “A rush of blood to the head”, by Coldplay. I personally love Wolfie (maybe, just maybe he’s my favorite character, but I love them all) and I think that this song represents perfectly Wolfgang, and in some parts also his relationship with Kala. The title itself, “A rush of blood to the head”, made me think of Wolfgang and his impulsiveness. So, let’s get started!

He said I’m gonna buy this place and burn it down
I’m gonna put it six feet underground
He said I’m gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls

When the song says “buy this place and burn it down, put it six feet underground, watch it fall” my thoughts go straight to the scene in the last episode of s1 when Wolfgang decides to kill his uncle and his men. And I think it’s a metaphor for his life in general: he doesn’t seem to care about the consequences of his actions, he thinks that he’s destined to end up like his father and live a meaningless life. So he doesn’t care: he watches his life falling apart because he thinks there’s no hope for him, he considers himself as a monster who doesn’t deserve happiness.

Oh I’m gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart’s desires
Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things it did to you in return

He said I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for

Oh and I’m gonna buy this place, is what I say
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

I think that this passage really says something about Wolfgang: he’s starting a war, but he thinks there’s nothing worth fighting for. There’s actually a war in Berlin, to decide who will be the new king after Sergei’s murder, but Wolfgang doesn’t care. As I said before, “a rush of blood to the head” represents Wolfgang’s impulsiveness, both in a negative and positive way. In a negative way, we can even call it recklessness: when Wolfgang decides to kill his uncle, he doesn’t even have a proper plan (and if it wasn’t for badass Kala he wouldn’t have gotten out of that situation lol). But we can also see it in a positive way: as he says to Kala in s2, he doesn’t care about rules and logic, about what’s right and wrong, he does what his heart tells him to do.

Honey, all the movements you’re starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I’ve made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

Here I found a small reference to his relationship with Kala: she’s the only one to see him “crumble”. She sees him in all his vulnerability, all the “walls” that he has erected to protect himself from other people, from being hurt, fall down when he’s with her. She sees “something good and beautiful hidden inside of him”. And when he’s with her he sees all his “mistakes disappearing without a trace”, because he feels different, he doesn’t feel the burden of his troubled life anymore, it’s almost like he’s breathing fresh, new air when he’s with her.

He said I’m gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby, watch the orange glow
Some will laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down there and you wonder why

So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I’m gonna buy this place, is what I say
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head, oh to the head

Honey, all the movements you’re starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I’ve made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on
As you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge
Meet me by the lake
When am I gonna see that pretty face again?
Oh meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head

(I hope you liked the idea. And don’t forget to make some noise to #BringBackSense8!)

sapphic-nubivagance  asked:

Yay I'm so happy for you! For a prompt, maybe Irish!Dex giving Nursey a claddagh ring for his valentine's day present/ birthday gift? (thirdwheelingchowder)

Okay, thank you for bomb-ass prompt!  If you all enjoy nurseydex things as much as I do, you should really be following @thirdwheelingchowder. Their post have me in stitches and overall the coolest™.

So Dex, being accidentally the most extra person in the world, decides the thing that perfectly represents how serious is about his relationship with Nursey is a Claddagh ring. I mean is represents friendship, loyalty, and, of course, love.  Not to mention, it is a kind of a tradition with his family for guys to give SOs outside of the community a version of the ring.

The idea actually starts about six months before Nursey’s Birthday ™, Dex and his ma are going back and forth about what to do with his family heirloom Claddagh ring. Dex feels like it so go to his younger sister, since she is the oldest girl. The ring is passed from mother to oldest daughter (when she turns 14) to wear for the rest of their lives.  Dex wears it on a chain since it hasn’t fit him in years, but his sister’s birthday is coming up over the winter break.  His ma feels like it is technically Dex’s ring and if his wants to give it to his sister, that’s what he should do.  She also reminds him that he could also totally just hold on to it until he meets the ~one~.  Dex snorts because the ring is totally not Nursey’s taste.  It is small and delicate with a ruby for the heart.  Nursey should have something that fits his personality and the ring should stay in the family. Yet getting him a versions of the ring wouldn’t be an awful present idea in the future.  

So it turns out the ring that he would want to get Nurse would be like SO MUCH MONEY.  Plus, anyone can buy a guy a ring, Dex is going to make the ring for Derek. (Wait WHAT? HOW?)  So Dex is taking a class that focuses on learning about finding creative uses for newer technology, including 3-D printing.  So Dex works on making a mold. He vacuums forms the original Poindexter ring.  That way, it is a little more meaningful if as a replicated part of the original ring.  He works on the actual band by using a computer program to a wax mold with a thicker band. The band has these beautiful floral filigree detailing to mold around the sides of the “hands”.  He does have to spend a little more than what was allotted for the projects budget for the gold, but, it is still significantly cheaper than buying the ring outright. He is pretty proud of how the ring turned out.  

Okay, the thing is Dex didn’t think this part of his plan through.  He should have known how giving his boyfriend a ring that he handmade might be misinterpreted as something more serious.  After explaining that “yes the ring can technically be an engagement ring”, he just wanted to make something nice and unique for Nursey because Nursey is special and important to Dex.  Dex explains how Nursey is supposed to wear it (on his right hand facing towards him), but, that when he and Nursey decided to get engage he would move it over to his left hand.  (N: SO It IS AN ENGAGEMENT RING!! D: Derek, I already told you this.  N: Also did you say ‘when’??? *wiggles eyebrows* D: (Face Red, eye averted) pssttt… n-no…. N: mhmmhmm sure you didn’t (Kisses Cheek) thank you for the ring. ’S beautiful.)  

Thanks again for the Prompt again!! This was super fun to research and write!!

My Ask is open for more prompts!

i’m obsessed with the way dean and cas hug. the way they hug perfectly represents their relationship with each other. Cas goes straight in for it, he buries himself into dean straight away and holds on as tight as he can. Dean goes for it, but it takes him a second. He acts like he doesn’t want it happening but when nobody’s looking he holds on and smiles like this is all he’s ever needed. there’s something there. whether it’s platonic or not. cas and dean have been through so much together and cas has given everything he has up for one man. he gave up his whole army, his whole kingdom, his family, up for one man. There is something there.


“You… You’re everything I want

I’m… I’m everything you need”

-Scarlet, In this moment

“You know I can take whatever I want”

Okay, I must confess this. I feel insecure about posting this. This set of gifs is dark, darker than what we are used to see in Reylo. Why? Because the lyrics are about Kylo’s obsession towards Rey. And we all know that obsession is the scariest form of love. Not to mention that the lyrics are posessive, too. And I’m insecure… You know what I’m talking about. All the antis with the “problems that are within this problematic, abusive ship”. I’m literally afraid of posting this, specially because I care way too much about what people think of me, but anyway, here it is. The lyrics that I think represent perfectly the current state of Kylo and Rey’s relationship, or just as the normal heroine/villain dynamic.


Why I love how Shadowhunters handled MALEC

I feel like Malec is one of the few ships where a tv show perfectly represents and builds up to the relationship like a hetero tv show relationship does all the time

The show incorporates Malec seamlessly without stereotyping and making the two characters seem only there for the relationship device rather than the plot itself.

Individually, Alec and Magnus are so developed and interesting as characters.

Together, their chemistry is explosively evident. That kissing scene was perfectly built up and delivered by the show. 

Anddddd Magnus was there to see Alec AS WELL AS to continue with the major storyline too.

I guess I’m saying that I haven’t seen a tv show deal with queer characters like straight characters (perfect relationship build-ups, equal screen-time, well-developed, etc.) in a long time. Without all the queer-baiting.

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  • shops for groceries

THEY GO TOGETHER they totally go shopping together, think about all the times they’ve been spotted shopping together already, just the two of them. Ashton picks up the keys and Luke is already right behind him because they’re partners who stick together, okay, Batman and Robin. But once they’re in the store it’s different because Ashton spends 10 years in the fruit aisle, he’s already got 3 bunches of bananas in the basket and he’s been sniffing the same pineapple for a while. Why? No one knows. Luke comes around the corner w/ about 8 cereal boxes in his arms and drops them in the basket. They then proceed to bicker about how much cereal is too much cereal before coming to an agreement that Luke can keep 2 boxes if Ashton leaves the fruit aisle once and for all, because they can’t survive only on bananas and cereal

They’re also the type of couple to pick up things that they know the other would like!! (。♥‿♥。) Like, Ashton will be looking for his favorite snack and Luke will go “I already got it for you now let’s goooo“ 

  • kills the spiders

ASHTON I mean he and his mom put the smack down on a spider, just using deodorant and a lighter. Like what the actual fuck, I don’t want to go to Australia if it takes that much effort to kill a beast, but yeah. No one likes those things and when Luke sees one he goes and gets Ashton immediately, no doubt

  • comes home drunk at 3am

Both probably. Definitely both. Probably Ashton more than Luke bc drinking law is different depending on the country they’re in, but they always go out together so they come home drunk together. They probably try to make sure one of them is less drunk so they don’t end up in a cornfield somewhere, though. That wouldn’t be fun. So they come home and pass out on the couch together, and whoever has the less painful hangover in the morning is the one who makes the tea and takes care of the other. 

  • makes breakfast

Ashton. I mean, he bragged about making Luke lunch and posted it on multiple social networks, so. I like to think he makes the breakfast and the yummy smell always awakens Luke from his beauty sleep, so he goes into the kitchen to ‘help’—which means standing around the kitchen or sitting on the counter and watching Ashton do all the work. Ashton will chastise him about being unhelpful, but Luke is actually a good taster. All Ashton has to do is stick a spoon/fork in front of him and Luke will taste the food and tell him if it needs anything extra, and they chat lazily about random things and it’s just so domestic and ~cozy~ <3 And Luke’s main job is to make the coffee/tea and help wash the dishes afterwards since Ashton made the food. 

  • remembers to feed the fish

"We have a fish?” nah jk they wouldn’t be that irresponsible I think BUT I’d say Luke remembers to feed it more. It’s hard to keep pets when they’re constantly on the road so they make Nemo (that’s the fish’s name, courtesy of Luke) the entire band’s responsibility. But really, everyone agrees that it was Luke & Ashton’s idea in the first place so they take care of Nemo most of the time. Ashton puts his earphones to the fishbowl to force Nemo to lisen to Nickelback, while Luke mainly just stares at it all day and talks to it when he needs to vent. On those nights, he kisses the bowl and thanks Nemo for listening to his problems. Nemo is not a pet, Nemo is family and should be appreciated. (Luke’s words, not Ashton’s. Ashton still prefers dogs)

  • decorates the apartment

Mmm, I think both of them, although Ashton seems to have more of a thing for art. Their bedroom is decorated with band posters and tons of other shit that Ashton claims they need, but Luke doesn’t mind it because it gives their place a personality. When people come over, they feel comfortable because I think the apartment would perfectly represent Luke & Ashton & their relationship with one another. Although at first, Luke wanted everything to be penguin themed while Ashton wanted them to have a bunch of His&Hers shit (or, in this case, His&His) bc he’s a sappy dork and wants Luke to match with him, goddammit. In the end, Luke keeps his penguin lamp and Ashton buys them adorable couple mugs

  • initiates duets

LUKELUKELUKE they’re always talking about how Luke sings all the time and how he ad libs a lot, so I bet he does it nonstop and Ashton gets a lil annoyed bc now the fucking song is stuck in his head. But then sometimes Luke will be singing and Ashton will quietly hum along (he doesn’t think he’s as good as Luke)—and when Luke notices, he’ll go over to Ashton and prompt him to sing louder and Ashton tries so hard not to give in but Luke is giving him that pouty lip and they’re the only two around so what the hell, why not have a duet and dance like a couple of idiots? They always end up laughing hysterically afterwards, and then making out so it’s okay

  • falls asleep first

Imma go w/ Luke on this one. Sleepy Lucas demanding cuddles that Ashton denies him on camera, but let’s be real, of course he gives them to Luke when they’re alone. They’ll cuddle up together under the blankets and even though Luke is bigger, he usually likes to curl up and make himself smaller to fit into Ashton’s arms and he lets Ashton play in his hair or rub his back ‘til he falls asleep (ღˇ◡ˇ) BUT ALSO sometimes when Ashton’s had a rough day, Luke will offer cuddles and he wraps his long limbs around Ashton’s smaller body and comforts him, giving him sweet lil kisses and whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘You did good today’ and anything to make Ashton feel calm, bc Luke calms him and they calm eACH OTHER AND THIS IS MAKING ME CRY THANKS