it was going to happen again we all knew it

anonymous asked:

you know im still so thankful to liam for that 2015 statment, he's always the one to take the lead in difficult situations and we all needed that message so much. it makes me emotional again with how much i love him and the rest for being the angels they are

He really is just such a darling especially in those first couple of days when we had so little information to go on and no one knew what was going to happen and we were all so scared–he knew just what to say to reassure us and made sure we knew they were all thinking of us and loved us so much <333

HI!

Yes, it’s me back again with the Star Wars crap. 

If Star Wars the Clone Wars or Rebels ain’t your thing, then completely ignore me if you wish. If you loved the shows as much as I did and still do, then tune in for just a second of your time if you are equally as obsessed with Ahoska and Anakin’s relationship as I am. 

This scene. 

I am going to talk about THIS SCENE. 

Because watching it as a fangirl and lover of Ahsoka and Ani’s relationship as not only Padawan and Master but also brother and sister (ish), this was huge for me. Finally, they meet again, and honestly, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

True, I would much rather had Ahsoka be able to persuade Anakin back to the the light, but we all knew that wasn’t going to happen. 

I want to talk about the eyes. In this scene the eyes of both characters were featured very prominatnly, and I do NOT thing that was a mistake of any kind.

Ths is Ahsoka, after years of thinking him dead  or worse, then having doubts on if he was this Sith Lord, firm vertainty of the opposite, and now her fears are coming true. But maybe for just a moment she was filled with filled with a different emotion. A happier one. Maybe for just a milisecond she was relieved because he’s back.

THEN THERE’S ANAKIN.

Yes, I’m calling him Anakin, not Vader, fight me.

Ahsoka says his name and he stops. He halts for a moment and he looks down. He looks away from his opponent as if he’s remembering something. Remembering better times, times when this foe in front of him wasn’t that. Remembering when she was still so small, too small to be fighting in a war. 

Maybe he’s remembering his little Snips and it makes him stop. 

And there’s doubt. Doubt about what the he’s been taught and what the Empire is telling him to think. Doubt because he loved this kid once. Why would he want to kill her? 

And it makes him stop

And then there’s silence. 

It’s only for a moment, but there’s seilcne. Silence for Anakin to think, and silence for Ahsoka to see that there’s still a piece of her old master left in there. 

But ten his eyes narrow again and turn angry. Anger at himself for his weakness and anger at Ahsoka for causing these old feelings to erupt. And maybe there’s some anger at the Empire too. He knows what he has to do, and maybe a tiny peice of him is screaming no

His pupils shrink again and his eyes widen with fury. Anakin is pushed back under the thousands of layers of anger and hate, kept locked away so no one can see him. Because Anakin is weak and weakness can not be allowed in the Empire. 

He readies his lightsaber, prepared to do what he has to. 

Ahsoka stays. She won’t leave him, not this time. 

And she saw it too, the part of her master that no one had seen in years. The small part of Anakin Skywalker that still remained. 

She sees in his eyes the man who she loved once, who treated her like his own child, took care of her and trained her. Taught her all she knows. She saw the man who she looked up to and respected above everyone else. 

And there is a glimmer of hope. 

She will not levee him. Not this time. 

Not again


And then they fight again, and the door closes on their battle, and we assume that Ahsoka dies, killed by her former master. 


But maybe, for just a milisecond, the light that never really left Anakin Skywalker shines through.

Gone in a flash, disappeared without a trace, but I think that Ahsoka sees it too.


Alright, I know that I’m babbling know. I just have a lot of feelings about these two, okay? Sue me. 

today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
EXO Reaction when their idol girlfriend forgets her lyrics on stage

I hope y’all like this. Have a nice week! Ara~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise
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Chanyeol:

*Cheers on you from the crowd so you can continue* “Jagi! Jagi! Jagi! you can do this!”

Kris:

*Meets you backstage* “This is for you baobei… you have nothing to worry about. Being on stage is hard, next time you’ll do perfectly!”

Sehun:

*Practices with you all the week so the next time it doesn’t happen again* “That’s my girl! I knew she could do it”

Tao:

*Goes back in time so you can do it again* “You can do this baobei! You’ve got a second chance!”

Kai:

*He’s on stage with you and does something silly so people don’t notice*

Xiumin:

*Helps you to overcome your stage fear* “Today we’re going to dance in public, don’t be shy I’m her with you”

Baekhyun:

*Turns of the lights so they have to redo it all over again* “She can do this… I know she can”

Luhan:

*Comforts you after the performance* “Baobei you don’t have to worry about it, it happens to all of us. Come here… let’s go home and forget about this”

Chen:

*Muttering you the lyrics from backstage* “Come on jagi…. you’ve got this!”

Kyungsoo:

*You sing a duet with him and he sings your part together with you so it’s not that obvious* 

Lay:

*Has banners with the lyrics* “This way even if she forgets, she won’t stop singing!”

Suho:

*Has all the boys supporting you and singing the lyrics with you from the crowd*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Donald Trump has said some crazy shit, but give me any example, and I promise you’ll find a Rodrigo Duterte quote along the same lines that’s infinitely more heinous. Trump is a misogynist, but he’s never publicly expressed his regret over not having been able to participate in a gang rape. Trump says he’ll deport immigrants, but he’s never promised to execute 100,000 people and dump them in the nearest body of water within six months of taking office.

Rodrigo Duterte did all of those things while campaigning for president of the Philippines, and he goddamn won. In a country where people go to the polls and cast their vote, just like we do here, they willingly picked the guy who promised to murder “criminals” in the street. Does that do anything for your staunch belief that Trump will never win a general election?

It doesn’t matter. You probably already knew everything I just mentioned because, again, it made the news a while back. But do you know what’s happened in the Philippines since then? If you’ve left it up to the CNNs and Fox Newses of the world, you probably don’t. That’s insane, because what’s happening is nothing short of an impending genocide.

Genocide Is Coming To The Philippines (And No One Cares)

BTS THEORY: RapMon is a Fortune Teller?

So from bts confusing us yet again with their wings teasers, I have come up with an interesting conclusion.


We have debated which of the members have passed, agreeing that it was everyone but Jin.

The truth is, Namjoon didn’t die, did he?

All we know is that he worked at that gas station. We came up with a hypothesis saying that Namjoon probably died from an explosion from working at the gas station, but what if he didn’t?

What if he knew everything that was going to happen, he foreshadowed it all?


Back in danger Era (yes this goes all the way back) the shirts they wore are from the book Demian. And we all know the one person who read that book.

We claimed that he was behind the thought of this, that all these ideas came from the book, which is true if you have read it.

But as leader of the group, he thought he could divert our attention by putting Jin and V as the “main characters” of the MV’S, focusing more on the other members rather than himself (Thus the reason we don’t have a conclusion as to how he died) but in reality, it was him as the main character the whole time.


In the prologue, Namjoon wrote “You need to survive” on the mirror, mentally meaning it to be for V. But what if he wrote that because he knew what was going to happen in the future if V didn’t survive? That he knew everything was going to go downhill from there. He knew that all the members were going to go through a drastic change because of it.

This makes sense because in I Need U, it shows the various ways of how the members died. All except for Namjoon that is.


Now, in the Japanese Run MV, you can see Namjoon in the telephone booth when it shows his solo parts

(Btw, just a little sidetrack, have you guys noticed how much glass/broken glass they incorporate in the MV’S, I’m spooked)

Anyways

What if Namjoon was stuck in his own Realm? Like you know how in shows, people from the future go back to the past to try and stop/save something from happening? It’s kind of like that. Which brings me to V’s wings short film.

He wanted to make a call, deciding to call his hyung (aka Namjoon) he did this twice. Once in wings, and once in the prologue.

Namjoon, in wings, seemed to be trapped in a maze of glass and mirrors when he awoke from his trance of drinking.

We can see all the glass shattering as the phone starts ringing in the background, calling him, causing him to run because this was his only way back to the “real world.”

But when he shows up, the booth is locked, indicating that he can’t go back, he can’t answer that call, it was too late for him, all of his friends were already dead and he couldn’t save them.

Namjoon’s song in his short film was just “I wish I could love myself” being repeated over and over. So maybe he wishes he could still love himself even after everything he did to his friends.

At the end of Namjoon’s wings short film, he leans against the booth as the words “Liar” appears on the side of it.

Now this goes two ways.

V lied to Namjoon because he didn’t survive and caused this all in the first place, which is why RapMon is still alive and doesn’t seem to care as much, having the attitude of “I told you so”.

This indicates Taehyung’s feelings. His hyung who was always supposed to be there for him, was in fact, not there. So Namjoon lied to him.

So this leads me to thinking that This is the actual prologue, that this is what made everything start in the first place. This relationship is what made V go “crazy”

In the Japanese Run MV, I paused at the time where on the wall, it said, “Won’t trust, can’t trust, don’t trust”

Everything V was writing on the walls, was all his feelings, like

“Save me from myself” and “Youth is never coming back” (Hence Namjoon wanting to go back to stop all of this) 

and leaded to V and the stabbing of his father, his own suicide, and the deaths of the other members.

That one phone call was what could have made everything all better, only if Namjoon could answer it.

Now, it is true Jin is a main character and that everything with the other theories are relevant here, but what if Namjoon was never actually there, only in mind.

What if he didn’t even exist in that world anymore

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Amy Lee admitted that the visuals in the video were “striking in retrospect”, but added that the similarities between what was filmed and Moody’s departure were coincidental: “We shot it in Barcelona about a week before Ben left the band unexpectedly. I think none of us knew, including him, that he was going anywhere. And when we got the video back and watched it, it was right after he had left. And it’s bizarre how much the video is about that. We all sat there with goose bumps, like, ‘Holy crap. We’ve got to watch that again.’” In an interview with the British magazine Rock Sound, Lee further explained the concept which was related with his departure:

“You know what? When you see the video it’s really amazing. Obviously we filmed it before this [Ben Moody’s departure] happened and it’s amazing irony, how much it makes sense. We’re all separated and wandering the streets looking like it’s the day after a funeral, with Ben in a suit and bare feet, and I’m never touching the ground. I’m sitting on a phone booth or lying on a car, to hint that I’m dead, that I’m singing from the dead. It’s all about separation. It’s almost like the director knew what was going to happen, but he can’t have known. It’s just one of those fate things.”

The Convention

Anon Request: Dean x reader. The boys and the reader head to a Supernatural convention because Becky needs their help. Things get smutty.

Word Count: 2000 ish

Warning: Smut

“This is ridiculous.” Dean was practically growling, slumped down in the driver’s seat of the parked Impala, staring at the hotel with a mixture of anger and reluctant acceptance. You felt exactly the same way, but knew that voicing your opinion would only make things worse.

“I know, Dean, but we’ve done it before. We’ll survive. We can’t just let something awful happen here.” Sam didn’t sound all that convinced.

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The Olicity fandom discontent

If you’re wondering why this shit storm is happening now, it’s because:

Wednesday’s epidsode “Human Target” was essentially a bait and switch. Marc and Wendy promoted it at SDCC as an Olicity episode, but fans who had hoped that we might get some forward movement on Olicity saw them saying goodbye to the relationship yet again. The writers knew all along they were going to drag this out. It’s been 12 episodes since the breakup with no movement and no conversation between Olicity about the reasons of their breakup or how they should move forward. The writers put off showing any resolution until 5x05 because they wanted to sell the audience on the new recruits. Well, a lot of viewers aren’t sold on the new recruits, and they don’t like feeling played about Olicity either.

Frankly, if I’d known they’d be dicking us along like this, I’d have been out in March because I haven’t been happy watching Arrow since then, and lately it’s making me both unhappy and angry. Bitter. I’m bitter. I’ve put a lot of time and energy into this ship, and from where I sit it seems like they’re tanking it to please the comic fuckboys who want Felicity back to her comic-relief role and Black Canary 3.0/Green Arrow to rise again.

Which brings me to point #2: Marc’s tweet was very revealing as to how he views shippers, which is not very highly. We are an annoyance to him. The EPs said in July that they are “writing away from the romance” right now. In the summer, I took that to mean in the short run, but 

the 7-month stall before Olicity discussed their relationship and agreed to be apart yet again

Felicity being sidelined as a character and made the pretty comic relief again despite her importance and everything the writers chucked at her in S4 + 

the gross nooner with DTH in 5x05 + 

the reporter + 

the casting of “Tina” and foreshadowing of a new Black Canary at Laurel’s death bed + 

Marc’s condescension

has really and truly made me doubt that they are committed to the Olicity relationship.

I still basically believe Olicity is endgame, but I’m not here for either Oliver or Felicity banging other people while they know they’re in love with each other. We have ALREADY BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT. We’ve seen Oliver bang Isabel and then Sara while he had feelings for Felicity and Felicity bang Ray while she knew she was in love with Oliver, and, yeah, sometimes timing is a bitch and things don’t work out, but at this point in the game they know they have something special. They know they are soulmates. They “found themselves in each other.” They have repeatedly risked their lives for each other’s happiness. They made vows to each other and they walked down the aisle together. They live in constant mortal danger within a very small circle of people they can be themselves with. They communicate without speech.

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Do either one of them think they can find that with someone else? FFS, hasn’t anyone told them what a sinkhole PlentyOfFish is? It’s rough out there. These are not regular people in their twenties looking to find someone with whom they can buy a house and have a couple of kids. I get that they have issues and need to address them. They do. They broke up for a good reason, even if the aftermath was written with all the savoir faire of a drunk amputee peeing in the snow.  But to have all of these additional requirements in a life mate and partner and still have found someone they understand and love unconditionally? It’s worth trying to iron out those issues isn’t it? Either that or quit the vigilante game and find another life mission.

Oh. My. God. 

At this point, what the writers are doing is telling a story that saddens and infuriates me to watch, so I’m out until they get it together, and I’ll simply ignore anything from, say, 4x12 until that joyous day as having not happened. 

But I’m not abandoning the fandom. I’ll write my fanfic and look over gifsets pretending that the heart eyes Olicity are giving each other in the mayor’s office is in a different context than one in which Oliver is inputting reporter’s digits into his cell phone and Felicity is washing out the sticky arrow-motif sheets she and Oliver picked out together when they were on their Summer of Porsches and Sunsets. 

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“No, no, no! Y/N, please tell me you didn’t!” Kol begged as he held your weakened body in his arms, wanting desperately to believe that this wasn’t happening. That you weren’t dying; that you weren’t leaving him. What was the point of being human again if he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life with you?

“We promised not to lie to each other, remember?” You replied softly all the while trying and failing to hold back your tears. You didn’t want to die–you were quite scared of it actually–but you knew this was the only way Kol could be free to start a new life. “I love you, Kol.”

“And I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” Kol sobbed before placing his head against your chest to listen as your heart beat slowed before it stopped altogether.

My saviour

Title: My saviour

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word count: 1,069

Theme song: Gavin Rossdale - Forever may you run

Request: Can you do an angst then fluffy imagine?

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Hope you will like it!

Hugzzz and kisses! xx

1903 prison world. You were taken there by Lily Salvatore. Why? Because she knew that her friends will need some blood and you supposed to be something like a snack to them.
“Please. Don’t do that.” You cried again. Your eyes were red and tired from sobbing. All you wanted was to go home and live your casual life. If you had knew what would happen when you escaped from home you would never do that.
“Sorry, my dear. I really need someone to feed them. I told you already that. And don’t be afraid. You won’t die. Well, at least not for long. When you wake up, we will take you home. You won’t remember anything, I can assure you.” She smiled gently but that wasn’t helping.

All the way to Salvatore mansion you were struggling and trying to escape from this lady that brought you there. Everything still looked like a dream to you. Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? You didn’t want to believe that all of it was real. One day you are reading “Twilight” and another you are their snack.
“Home sweet home.” Lily smiled as she said that to herself. “There is nothing better than my century. Now let’s go. I want you to meet my friends.” She smiled at you and you tried even harder to get away from her.
“Please.” You begged maybe a hundredth time this day. “Don’t hurt me.” Your breath hitched a few times as you cried even more than before. You were so tired.
“Sorry sweetie. I can’t do that…”
“I think you can.”
Suddenly a young man appeared in front of you. He spoke in strange and for you unfamiliar language. Lily screamed out of pain and fell on her knees. Somehow he twisted her neck and in one second she was laying by your feet. You were still in shock when he grabbed something from her pocket and took you outside.
When you finally regain your consciousness you both were in a middle of nowhere. You instantly jumped away from him while being terrified from previous events.
“Who are you?” You asked in a shaky and frighten voice as you stepped back from him a little further away.
“I am Kai. Don’t be afraid of me I will…”
“Kai?” Your eyes widened. You remembered what said that witch who helped Lily to get there. Don’t trust Kai. He is a sociopath killer and he can’t be brought back.
You stepped back from him even more. Then quickly turned around and started to run. You were so scared. Why is it happening to you? What have you done to deserve all this nightmare?
“Wait!” You heard his voice but you even didn’t thought about listening to him. “STOP!” He shouted angrily and your feet stopped. You were trying to move them but nothing helped.
“Why are you running away when I am trying to help you?!” He asked and grabbed your elbow.
“Because someone told Lily who you are.” You whispered silently. Kai took a deep breath and signed heavily.
“Bonnie.” He whispered to himself. “I WAS really bad person but now I am not. I changed even if she doesn’t believe that. So don’t be afraid of me. I will not hurt you. I promise you that. Alright?” His big blue eyes looked straight to your soul. All that you saw in them were sincerity and kindness.
“Okay.” You nodded and when he told that you can move – your legs started to obey you again.

After a long walk you finally reached your destination. You were frozen to death and when Kai saw that he shrugged out of his coat and gave it to you. You weren’t sure about taking it from him but when he insisted – you did as he told you to.
“Thank you.” You said in a quiet voice and wrapped a warm material around your shoulders.
“You are welcome.” He smiled to you and took a few things from his jacket pockets, which now was on you.  You blushed from his closeness and lowered your head. “Now take my hand. We are going home, cutie.”

He still pressed your hand in his gently.
“You can open your eye now.” He chuckled silently. You were still afraid but did as he said. The first thing you saw was his gentle smile. “Here. I told you that I am going to take you home so here we are.” He squeezed your palm in his.
All of this was still overwhelming and everything that happened was still unbelievable to you.
“Thank you.” Your gentle smile instantly took over his heart.
“Want me to take you home?” He asked wanting to stay a bit longer with you.
You were about to say yes to him but then you remembered that girl. Bonnie. You were afraid of her. She did nothing to save you even when she knew what that vampire was going to do to you. What if she is still somewhere around? And what if she sees you? Asks you questions and most importantly – what she would do to you if she would know that Kai is free from this magical prison world?
“I…” You started but your voice stuck in your throat.
“Is everything alright?” His voice was full of concern. You slightly shook your head.
“I am afraid.” You whispered and lowered your head. This new feeling that he felt for you was something new. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his hands around your shoulders.
“Who or what you are afraid of?” He asked worriedly.
“This witch who helped Lily Salvatore. What if she finds out that you are free? What she would do to me?” You blinked your long lashes at him.
“You mean Bonnie? I don’t know. I think…” Kai thought for a minute. This was his chance. Maybe it wasn’t nice but he wanted to have you with him. “I really don’t know. She is unpredictable.”
You buried your face in his chest and hugged him harder.
“Can you do something about it? I know that it’s much to ask for but can you… Protect me from her?” You asked quietly.
“I can and I will.” He smiled to himself and stroked your hair. “It would be my pleasure.” Kai kissed your head and thought that being imprisoned in 1903 wasn’t all that bad. In the end – he met you.

2

Dean took his eyes off of you to glare at Sam. “Do you think this is funny?”

Sam shrugged his shoulders and kicked at some snow. “Dean, we can’t pretend that this is the first time this has happened.”

Dean’s jaw tightened as he watched you get handcuffed. The officer led you into his car and shut the door behind you. "It doesn’t matter. Y/N is our responsibility.”

Sam leaned in closer and whispered, “And how do you think we’re going to explain this one? There’s five headless bodies in there and Y/N’s covered in all of their blood.”

Dean looked at Sam again. “Self-defense?” Even as he said it, he knew how weak it sounded. You always seemed to get yourself knee-deep in trouble, leaving the Winchesters to come get you out of it, one way or another.

Sam sighed and asked, “We’re breaking into another jail again, aren’t we?”

“…Yep.”

Sam shook his head. “We should start keeping count. We might be close to breaking a Guinness World Record.”

  • Thomas: So we're kissing but we're not dating?
  • Jimmy: I knew that was going to come up.
  • Thomas: Don't get me wrong: I like the kissing. I'm all for the kissing. More kissing, I say.
  • Jimmy: I have no idea what that was about.
  • Thomas: Is it going to happen again? 'Cause if it is, I need to bring breath mints.
shy artsy boy pt2

to read pt 1 go here

requested? yup

request: shy artist boy part 2 plz

warnings: fluff, mush, blah, blah, blah

dont be afraid to request! prompts here!

Robbie’s POV:

5 months later…

I’ve gotten really close to Y/N. We’ve talked a lot and gotten to know each other. But things were a little awkward after the whole kiss thing that happened. I knew I had feelings toward her when we kissed but now I know that my feelings are growing stronger and stronger everyday. All I can ever think about is kissing her again and being able to call her mine. All I can think about is being able to hug her and never let go.

“Mr. Kay.” I heard my teacher say, but it sounded distant.

She’s always on my mind. She never leaves my head. And when I see her my heart races. Sometimes my palms get a little sweaty.

“Mr. Kay!” I heard a ruler smack onto my desk.

My eyes flickered up and I saw my teacher standing in front of my desk with an angry look.

“I uh.. yes?”

“Answer number 3.”

Everyone was staring at me. I looked at the board and saw we were going over a worksheet.

“It’s 27.”

“Correct…” she said turning around and walking over to the board.

I sighed as I looked at the board and tried to concentrate on what we were doing. I watched the clock hands move oh so slowly, time feeling like it’d only continue to be slow. Then before I know it the bell rings. I quickly gather my things and exit the classroom. I go to find Y/N. I turn the corner and see her exiting through the door. She looked around and her eyes landed on me. I lifted my arm and waved at her. A smile appeared on her lips as she walked over to me and stood by my side.

“Hey Robbie.” she said looking up at me.

“Hi.” I smiled.“

"Oh my god Mr. Johnson is a pain in the ass.” she said as we began to walk.

“Yeah. I’m glad I don’t have him this year.” I chuckled.

“Well you’re lucky…” she chuckled. “So where you headed?”

“Art room, you know that.” I said nudging her lightly,

“Oh yeah… right.” she chuckled scratching her head.

“I could walk you to your bus.” I shrugged.

“Or maybe I could join you in the art room today?” she suggested with a small shrug of her shoulders.

I glanced over at her and she was looking at me. Her eyes sparkled and her smile brightened the dark hallways.

“Sure, why not.” I shrugged. “I can drive you home.”

We walked to the art room. I open the door and held it open for her.

“Why thank you, Robbie.” she said as she walked in.

“You’re certainly welcome, Y/N.” I said following behind her.

She sat down at a table near the back of the room and watched as I took a seat next to her. I smiled warmly at her.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked.

“I do have an art project to finish. I’m a little behind.” she said. “Drawing is not my strong suit.”

“Oh, well let’s see it.” I said tapping the table as she stood up.

“Okay, but don’t laugh.” she said as she went to a cabinet and grabbed a big paper.

She held it against her chest as she sat back down.

“And the big reveal.” I said with a toothy grin as I tapped the table once again.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t, now show me.”

She hesitantly placed the paper upon the table. My eyes flickered from her to the paper. It was absolutely beautiful. She was creating a lion with water color. The best part about it was that it had a rainbow mane. It gave it character and really showed her personality. Strong, confident, fun, bold, unique, beautiful.

“This is amazing Y/N.” I said looking over at her.

“Really?” she asked full of shock.

“Yes, it’s absolutely brilliant. I love the way you made the mane so colorful.” I said pointing to the mane.

“Thanks Robs.” she said and hugged me.

I smiled and hugged her back. I rubbed her back before she pulled away. I looked at her and she looked at me.

“I’m almost finished. I just have to make the tail. I’ve tried over and over and I fail each time. Can you help me out?” she asked with a shrug and an awkward smile.

“Of course I can.”

She handed me a pencil. I looked at her lion and began to draw the tail. I left it without color so she could do it.

“Thank you Robbie.” she smiled, then began to paint in the tail.

“Remember when we first came here and you said that you weren’t good at art?”

She looked up at me.

“Yes…”

“Well you’re a total liar.” I teased nudging her a little.

“I’m really not.” she laughed and went back to coloring the tail.

“You really are.” I said getting up and walking over to my little corner.

“Stop Robbie! I’m blushing.” she giggled, still work on her picture.

“Well I’m sorry but it true.” I said grabbing a sheet of paper and putting it on the table.

I began to try and think of something I could do. I watched as she gently moved the paint brush across the paper. Then an idea clicked into my head. I grabbed my camera and walked over to her, completely forgetting the paper. She looked up at me and a confused look appear on her face.

“Robbie, why do you have your camera?” she said asked.

“I have a project I need to work on for photography. Would you maybe want to help?” I shrugged with the camera and grinned.

“Okay. But after I finish up.” she said and went back to the lion.

She picked up the pencil and quickly fixed something. I looked into the frame of my camera and took a picture. She looked up and narrowed her eyes.

“Why Robbie?” she said trying to sound angry but she only sounded adorable.

“The project.” I said looking at the photo, which was perfect, then back up at her.

“Right.” she chuckled.

After a few minutes she finished up and put her painting and the supplies away.

“Okay. So your project.” she said walking up to me.

“Yes, let’s head outside.”

“Outside?”

“Yeah, I was thinking we could go to the big tree by the side of the school.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s fine, lead the way.” she said gesturing toward the door.

“I will.” I with a small smirk and strutted out the door and her following behind me.

I slowed down and turned so she could come next to me. We walked down the hall. I took a few shots of her just walking from a distance. Then once we got outside we went to the tree.

“So what should I do?” she asked with a shrug.

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah, just like sit on the ground or against the tree or lean against it. Do what feels right.” I said gesturing to the tree.

“Hm… Okay.”

She leaned against the tree. and looked at me.

“Okay, just act casual I guess…” I said and began to take the pictures. Some from the side, some from far away, some from different angle.

As I was about to take the last shot she looked at me and stuck out her tongue and giggled. I took the picture. I looked at her and laughed along with her. She lied her head against the tree.

I looked at the picture and she looked perfect. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled. The light, gentle breeze blew her hair back perfectly. Her skin had a beautiful glow to it.

“How do they look?” she asked making my eyes flicker up toward her.

She looked at me with curiosity in her eyes. I stood up and walked over to her. She stood up and leaned next to me. I handed her my camera and she went through the photos.

“How are you so good at this?” she asked.

“I uh… practice.. I guess.” I said shrugging awkwardly.

I looked at her again as she looked through the photos. Everything she does just makes me weak. The sight of her makes me want her. I want her to be mine.

“They’re just so good.” she chuckled as she kept going through the pictures.

“Thanks.” I said.

She looked up and me and handed me back my camera. I looked down at the camera.

“Maybe we could go up to the roof and take a few shots?”

“The roof? How would we get up there?” she asked with much shock and confusion.

“I have my ways.” I smirked.

I started to walk back toward the school and she quickly followed behind me. When we got up to the roof she looked at the view you get from the school. You can see a good amount of the campus.

“This is so cool!” she said like an excited little kid.

“Yeah. I come up here every once in a while to just get some quiet.” I shrugged.

As she walked around I took pictures of her. She walked up to to edge of the roof and looked down. I took a picture before running up to her.

“Be careful!” I said and she turned back and looked at me.

“I will Robbie.” she said with a giggle.

She looked back out at the view one last time before she walked away from the edge and over to me.

“Why didn’t you ever show me this?” she asked poking my chest.

“I-I don’t know.” I said with a shrug.

She sighed, “You okay Robbie?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I smiled.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit uneasy.”

She was right. My emotions are just driving me nuts. I want to tell her how I feel but I’m terrified that she won’t feel the same way. I just don’t want our friendship to end because I care about her and she’s my best friend.

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Robbie.” she said in a serious tone.

“Y/n.” I said mocking her tone.“

She furrowed her eyebrows and folded her arms across her chest. I did the same thing. She tried to stay serious but soon began to laugh.

"Come on Robbie just tell me what’s up.” she said.

I sighed. Maybe this was it. I guess this is the time that I should tell her. I mean, we’re alone and nothing could possibly interfere.

“Okay. I’ll tell you… There’s this girl.”

“Oooo Robbie! Details!” she teased nudging me.

I chuckled and blushed as she kept nudging me.

“Well I’ve known her for a while and were great friends. It’s just…” I trailed off.

“Just..?”

“It’s just I want to tell her how I feel but I’m scared.”

“Robbie. You shouldn’t be scared. You are the funniest, most intelligent, creative, kind, and caring guy I’ve met. Any girl who wouldn’t like you is completely stupid.”

“Really? Do you mean that?” I asked.

“Yeah. Of course I do! You are my best friend Robbie. You should tell her how you feel.”

“I should?”

“Yes Robbie.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Good! Now tell me, who’s the lucky girl.” she said with a chuckle.

“Well, she’s you.” I said scratching the back of my neck.

Shock filled her eyes. Her cheeks flushed.

“Me?”

Tears slowly began to form in my eyes.

“Yeah.. I understand if you don’t feel the same way… I mean you deserve better than me. And–”

“No Robbie. Don’t say that.” she put her hands upon my cheeks and rubbed one gently with her thumb.

“What?”

“Don’t say that. Robbie I care about you. I was actually kind of upset when you said that there was someone else.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve liked you for a few months now.”

A smile formed upon my face and the tears were gone. I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently pressed my lips upon hers. Our lips moved slowly, passionately. They moved in sync, they fit like two puzzle pieces.

I couldn’t even explanation the joy that was rushing through my head. The butterflies that swarmed in my stomach. Having the girl that I’ve wanted to have for months like me back.

As our lips pulled apart a smile formed upon both our faces. A feeling of relief, joy, and love filled my body. Didn’t want this moment to ever end.

2p Allie's reactions to S/O burning dinner
  • 2p America: "No, no, it's fine babe, really. You don't need to be upset, we can just go out, okay??" [He just doesn't want them to get upset about it]
  • 2p China: "What? Why are you so upset, accidents happen. We can just order something, it'll all be fine!" [Much like Allen, he just doesn't want them to get upset because he knew that they definitely didn't mean it.]
  • 2p England: "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry! Here, why don't we try again, let's both cook this time!" [Is more than willing to allow them to try again, though he'll definitely be with them and will make sure nothing goes wrong again.]
  • 2p France: "Hm? It's fine, shit happens. Oh. Here, let me try-" [Would go ahead and cook dinner for the both of you himself when he saw how upset his s/o was]
  • 2p Russia: "I'm sure you didn't mean it, but you do need to be more careful. Let's just try again." [Would let them try again, but would definitely let them know that they need to be more attentive while they're cooking]
  • 2p Canada: "Hm? You burned it? Fine, hold on..." [Would just cook it himself, no questions asked, and would rather you not help. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he would just rather cook alone when he can]

Two towers fall and a country is terrified for a few years.
Two towers fall
And an entire peoples are crippled for the rest of their life.
“Never forget,” they say.
How could I even dare to erase it from my mind?

On the day after the September 11th attacks
I felt America turn her back on me.
My parents told me things wouldn’t be the same,
That we might not be safe,
I was seven wondering why they kept playing the same scene
From an action movie on the television all week.

On September 12th, 2001
My dad cancelled 3 business meetings,
My mother didn’t go to work, never wore the hijab in public again
For the first time in my entire life, my grandmother did not go out to water the plants.
The officer at my elementary school says “Today you can’t come inside,”
If I knew what was happening them I would scream
“I have crayons in my bag, not bombs!”

I sat on the curb across from my school
Waited for the day to end,
Too ashamed to tell my parents to pick me up.

I didn’t understand, and I still don’t,
The dirty looks I get when I cross below the Mason-Dixon
How my family has, without fail,
Always been ‘randomly selected’ at airports.

My father changed his name for an entire year,
A name he once prided and cherished,
Because it got him on the no-fly list.
My mother cried on the phone
Trying to find a window repairman after the first brick.
My brother and I spent nights with my grandmother
Consoling her that she didn’t make the wrong decision coming to this country.

I can remember the kids at school asking about
‘Uncle Saddam.” Saying I smelled like a terrorist,
I remember begging my mom not to cook cultural dishes anymore.
My friend changed his name from ‘Osama’ to ‘Wali,’
His last name from ‘Hussein’ to ‘Badar’
Because they threatened to kill him and his family.
We prayed in classrooms in the corner edges of the school,
While Young Life had their annual fundraiser in the cafeteria.
They asked us where our turbans were,
If our parents drove camels.

We wanted to hate them,
We only ended up hating ourselves.
I have spent 21 years feeling like a villain in this skin I didn’t choose
For a religion I no longer practice
Watching my family, and my people,
Suffer for atrocities they would never commit.

Stop telling me to never forget,
Because I never fucking will.

—  “ 9/12/01″ - Nishat Ahmed

This was a hard poem to write.

It was a very difficult case.
The unsub knew how to move without leaving tracks.

Suddenly Derek entered the room
“We found him! North! Out of the city! Let’s go or we’ll lose it again!”

We arrived in an old abandoned farm and divided.

“Hotch, Prentiss and JJ in the house! Me, Reid and y/l/n will check the stalls”

We silently entered the dark stalls and all happened so fast…
Some gunshots came from an hidden spot and we just tried to catch him when I felt a terrible pain at my chest.
Everything blurred and I fell on the ground hearing Spencer screaming my name.

*spencer pov*

She was so pale on the hospital bed and with so many medical stuffs working to keep her alive.

The unsub shot her twice and then I just killed him risking my own life in a dangerous way.
I couldn’t stand waiting another minute knowing that she was dying.
We’ve been dating for some months and I was totally in love with her.
I couldn’t stand another loss.

It was 4 days and 21 hours that she was sleeping.
She lost a lot of blood and her heart stopped beating twice in the surgery room.

After a long interior fight I let myself to take some hours of sleep.

*your pov*

I woke up with an intense pain at my chest.
All around me was white and electrical noises came from my right.
Lots of small tubes ended with needles in my right arm.

At the left side of my bed there was Spencer.
He was sleeping holding my hand next to his head rested on the bed.
I took a deep breath trying to remember what happened but he woke up squeezing my hand a little.

“Y/n… Oh God you’re awake! How do you feel? Do you need something?”
“I-I’m fine I guess”
My mouth was sore and talking was hard.
“Spence… What happened?”

His eyes filled with tears and with a fluid movement he cupped my cheek and rested his forehead on mine.

“It doesn’t matter anymore”

He kissed me softly but with passion and we laughed hearing the “bip” of the medical machines speeding up.

anonymous asked:

Tbh if the next four years of Dump's presidency is anything like the last few days, Republicans have basically decimated any chance they had to maintain any control over the Senate, House or presidency for the next 20 years at least. All of the democrats and liberals already knew he was the worst choice, and now republicans and conservatives have begun turning on him and any third party or people who didn't vote at all aren't going to take the chance of this happening again.

(this ask is pretty old whoops)

I wouldn’t be so sure. This article is from Sept 2016, so the info isn’t current, but Democrats were looking at an uphill battle before Trump took office. We can’t just assume that Democrats will sweep the midterm elections - that mentality results in voters staying home because “my vote won’t matter, my candidate will win either way” and then they lose simply because voters didn’t show up. 

This article (Feb 2017, current enough to be relevant) warns of voter suppression and how that could help Republicans at the polls. After detailing various methods of voter suppression, the article concludes:

Considered together, these potential means of compromising the fairness of the 2018 election could easily produce an outcome in which the Republican Party is able to maintain control of the House and Senate despite massive, even unprecedented, dissatisfaction with their record in government. 

I have to admit, this article is prone to hyperbole (what if Republicans pass a constitutional amendment allowing Trump a third or even fourth term?!) but it makes a lot of valid points. We need to campaign harder and get more people to vote at the midterms (which, historically, have a much lower voter turnout), because a Democratic majority in the House or Senate is not even close to guaranteed. 

Mod Marie-Rose