it will rip your heart and soul out

Watching Kimi no na wa
  • What you expected: Cute highschoolers swapping bodies which results in hilarious shenanigans and the unexpected budding romance.
  • What you got: fuCKING PLOT TWIST BECAUSE SWAPPING BODIES IS APPARENTLY NOT ENOUGH. MOTHERFUCKER KICK IN THE GUTS RIGHT WHERE YOUR FEELS HURT THE MOST. PLOT TWIST AGAIN. THE AGONY™. SOUL EATING SUSPENSE. YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT OF YOUR CHEST. TORTURED FEELS. ARE THEY GONNA MAKE IT? ARE THEY GONNA MISS EACH OTHER AGAIN??? ARE THEY GONNA REMEMBER!!?? I DIDN'T FUCKING SING UP FOR THIS I WAS NOT READY. LOVE STORY OF THE CENTURY. CHEWING YOUR NAILS AND SOBBING INTO A PILLOW UNTIL THE VERY LAST SECOND OF THIS FORSAKEN MOVIE.
I. Choke up the depression
Feel it shape-shift to mania in your larynx
You’re drinking bottled happiness now

II. Find someone that scares you more than you scare yourself
Rip your own heart out of your chest and put it in her hands
You’ll only feel real when it hurts

III. You’ll be a mirror
The girl that dropped out of physics–
Bend her light through your focal point
Show her what she wants but does not need
Your friends will say nothing about the bruises
They all know reflected images are not real

IV. Sink deep into your own body
Search
For the soul you convinced yourself was never really there to begin with
Sickness eats at your brain and shreds the lining of your stomach
Self diagnose, self medicate, self destruct

V. Tell the boy in gym class about the pills you pop on the weekend
Two years later he’ll crash his car rolling on the same prescription
Shatters his ulna on the driver’s side window
Quit those and started abusing his adderall
Another casualty left in your wake

VI. Continue to avoid yourself
Internal monologue is canceled today
Drown out any remnants of thought with music louder than your lungs when they scream for nicotine

VII. Today you’re the cool girl in all black
Tomorrow you’ll wear tie dye and soften your voice
Spending the day wondering if your bisexuality is an excuse to ignore the burning need to find your identity

VII. Music can’t drown out the intrusive thoughts
Stay up all night waiting for the floor to fall out from underneath you
Justify three days without sleep as a forced shift to mania
Realize you’re still wallowing in crippling depression

VIII. Switch to uppers

IX. Get clean under a microscope when she gets sick of carrying around your arhythmic heart
Detox in front of an audience
Spend March sweating and shivering
Dry heaving in the back corner of the girl’s bathroom between AP literature and AP psychology
There’s no time to talk about it

X. Spend a year learning to trust again
Make progress through regression
Hurt your friends
See a doctor
Keep an untouched bottle of pills on your nightstand
Let them pile up month after month
Is addiction okay if your name is on the prescription?

XI. Become enchanted by the boy in your ceramics class
Let him shatter the mirror you hide behind
Force yourself to face the tough questions
He’ll hold your hand as you navigate the shattered glass
Lead him to safety–he doesn’t wear shoes

XII. 2 a.m. on a school night and you’re sitting in his car looking up at the stars
Wrapped in the blanket he keeps just for you
Laughing at nothing and feeling everything
This is it
This is you
And you are enough

—  Thank you for holding my hand while I find myself
The Ten Types of Supernatural Episode:  an Illustrated Guide.

1.  The Generic:

This is the kind of episode fandom veterans fondly refer to as “Old School Supernatural.”  Features a 70s rock soundtrack, a classic (yet in hindsight, relatively nonthreatening) ghost or monster, comically bad special effects, and body horror.  Probably from season one. 

Examples:  “Wendigo,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bugs.”    

2.  The Classic:

Not to be confused with the Generic, the Classic is the kind of episode that everybody remembers and everybody loves.  It’s infinitely quotable, carefully toes the line between hilarious and absurd, and is still frequently blogged about even if it came out 7+ years ago.  Almost definitely features Gabriel. 

Examples:  “Tall Tales,” “Mystery Spot,” “Changing Channels.”

3.  The Life Changer:

Once you see this episode, you will never be the same.  Whether it introduces a beloved character, kills them, or raises them from the dead, the Life Changer is the episode that either sends you into a downward spiral of unhealthy obsession, or merely accelerates it.

Examples:  “Lazarus Rising,” “Abandon All Hope,” “Lucifer Rising.”

4.  The Black Comedy:

Though much of Supernatural revolves around a unique cocktail of horror and humor, the Black Comedy is almost impossible to miss.  From famine-induced cannibalism, to a would-be antichrist, to a killer pagan Santa Clause, the humor of these episodes is darker than Batman’s worst nightmares and probably at least twice as depressing, yet manages to be oddly magical all the same.

Examples:  “Yellow Fever,” “My Bloody Valentine,” “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”

5.  The Crack Fic: 

These are the episodes whose only real purpose is to make you wonder if Supernatural is some kind of elaborate fever dream.  Neither advance the plot nor provide much further insight into its characters, but still entertaining in terms of pure absurdity. 

Examples:  “Man’s Best Friend with Benefits,” “It’s a Dog Dean Afternoon,” most of season seven.  

6.  The WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic:

Despite having the same brand surreal absurdity of the Crack Fic, the WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic not only serves to further character development, but will also tug at your heartstrings, make you laugh, and very likely make you cry. 

Examples:  “Monster Movie,” “Sam, Interrupted,” “Hunteri Heroici.”

7.  The Meta Fiction: 

Some shows break the fourth wall, but this one comes at it with a sledgehammer.  From directly addressing the fandom and its terminology to the show itself, the Meta Fiction episode is usually surprisingly enjoyable and well-done, if you can get past the sheer mindfuck of it.

Examples:  “Fanfiction,” “The French Mistake,” “Don’t Call me Shurley.” 

8.  The Tearjerker: 

This one specializes in one thing and one thing only, and that is emotionally destroying you.  May disguise itself as other kinds of episodes, like the Crack Fic and the Meta Fiction, before swiftly and efficiently moving in for the kill.

Examples:  “the Rapture,” “After School Special,” “the Man Who Would be King.”   

9.  The Tragedy Porn:

Do you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer and die horribly for no particular reason?  No?  Well in that case, you picked the wrong show, my friend.  From the heart wrenching pain of Dean being forced to kick a newly-human Cas out of the bunker, to the soul-destroying injustices that were Kevin and Charlie, the Tragedy Porn is an episode that exists for no other reason than to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Examples:  “I’m No Angel,” “Dark Dynasty,” “Rock and a Hard Place.”

10.  The Grand Finale: 

The Tearjerker, made ten times worse with the addition of “Carry on my Wayward Son” and a cliffhanger ending.  Specializes in metaphorically ripping your heart out, making you sob like a pre-adolescent girl, and psyching you up for the next season, no matter how emotionally exhausted you may already be.

 Examples:  “No Rest For the Wicked,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Swan Song.”  

Nothing Left To Say // Spencer Reid

Originally posted by trisgrimes

“Wasn’t it nice while it lasted?“ 

Images flooded into his mind. Memories of everything they’d been through playing like a film reel. 

Waking up to her. Her mouth slightly open, her hair an absolute mess. Stealing glances of her while she read in comfort. His blue sweater that looked better on her. The small stain from her careless eating. The smell of freshly made coffee awaiting him every morning. 

Soft hands. Loving looks. Lips painted a bright red. Eyes filled with amusement. The way she’d pop gum. The way he’d always make fun of her for it. Weekend nights spent at home. Movie marathons. The way she’d beg for her favorite foods and the way he’d so easily cave.

Coming home to find her dead asleep in the middle of the day. Curling up next to her. Reading his books to her while she listened. Having to explain things more than once. Her genuine interest in knowing what he loved. 

“Wasn’t it fun?” 

Salt in the air. The warm sand beneath his feet. The fact he’d finally caved and gone to the beach despite his distaste for it. The fact he was actually having fun. Her laughter as he struggled to chase after her, the shore proving to be a difficult place to run despite his long legs. The sand in their faces when he finally tackled her down. Their laughs. Her smile. 

Her hand leading him. A roller-coaster as high as the sky. His stomach filling with nervous butterflies. Her cheesy reassurances. The dread when they hurled forward at top speed. His relieved laughter when they finally got off. Her arm that kept him upright until he regained his balance. 

Teaching her how to play chess. Her confusion at the game. The way she’d sneak pieces away. Her cheating tactics. His amusement at her determination to win. The way she’d try to seduce him whenever she was losing. The way it almost always worked. 

“It hurt sometimes, didn’t it?" 

Her screams. His anger. Their own disappointment. The way her voice rose that caused his stomach to drop. The way her face fell when he yelled back. The pain she felt when he grabbed her shoulders a little too hard. The punch to his stomach when she would shove him away. The venomous words that were thrown carelessly. The tears. The bloodshot eyes. The feeling of having your heart ripped out and stomped on.

"But I still loved you." 

Her touch. The way her lips pressed gently against his skin. The way her eyes would glaze over underneath him. The heat. The passion. The lust and love swirled together so perfectly that they couldn’t exist without the other. The way his heart beat faster at the sight of her. The way she kissed him, full of fervor after having been apart. The way they felt like they were one. One soul divided into two bodies, destined to find their way to each other. Even if it wasn’t meant to last forever.

"I think it was worth it.” 

It was.

in psychology class
we’re taught that borderline means destruction, means violence, means uncontrollable rage, means abuse
borderline means monster
but from what i have experienced
borderline means you’re more likely to be abused than abuser
more likely to be taken advantage of
because you don’t want to be abandoned
you need love, validation, approval
you’re frantic to please people so that you can feel okay with yourself
and every emotion cuts like a knife to the heart
when someone tells you you’re bad, or that you’ve messed up
your heart screams in pain
it burns, it squirms, it writhes in absolute agony
your mind begs “stop! please, god, make it stop, make this horror stop, if i have to endure another minute of this excruciating torture i would surely rather die!”
so you blurt out “i know. i’m sorry. i’m terrible. it’s my fault. i swear, i’ll be better.”
not only to stop your soul from being ripped apart by guilt, but because you truly believe that you have caused harm upon a person you love, and that you are a horrible, disgusting person
so that makes you vulnerable
because the pain of enduring the emotional agony of feeling inadequate is more painful than the abuse that they inflict

Song Lyric Prompts

Some prompts may be altered slightly to sound better/fit the request (e.g. prompt may be turned into several different phrases, changed wording, etc.) Ye have been warned.


1. “If your gonna be the death of me that’s how I wanna go.” –Collar Full, Panic! At The Disco

2. “Drugs every corner this is Gotham City / Killer Croc came to kidnap you then cut out your kidney.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

3. “All the boys and I / All the boys and I / Love her madly.” –All The Boys, Panic! At The Disco

4. “Can’t do this to me baby.” –Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

5. “I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out / Cause that’s what young love is all about.” –Bubblegum Bitch, Marina and the Diamonds

6. “Sometimes quiet is violent.” –Car Radio, Twenty Øne Piløts

7. “What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.” –Build God, Then We’ll Talk, Panic! At The Disco

8. “Choke this love till the veins start to shiver.” –River, BISHOP

9. “I’m scared to get close / And I hate being alone.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

10. “Holy hands / Well they make me a sinner.” –River, BISHOP

11. “And all the kids cry out / Please stop you’re scaring me / I can’t help this awful energy / God damn right you should be scared of me / Who is in control?” –Control, Halsey

12. “Are you insane like me / Been in pain like me?” –Gasoline, Halsey

13. “If crazy equals genius / I’m a fucking arsonist / I’m a rocket scientist.” –Crazy = Genius, Panic! At The Disco

14. “Why don’t you show me a little bit of spine / You’ve been saving for his mattress, love.” –Dance, Dance, Fall Out Boy

15. “I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt / But I make these high heels work.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

16. “The higher I get the lower I’ll sink / I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

17. “This just ain’t livin’.” –Cancer, My Chemical Romance

18. “The normals / They make me afraid / The crazies / They make me feel sane.” –Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez

19. “I’m fairly local / I’ve been around / I’ve seen the streets / You’re walking down.” –Fairly Local, Twenty Øne Piløts

20. “Our brains are sick but that’s okay.” –Fake You Out, Twenty Øne Piløts

21. “I need a gangsta / To love me better / Than all the others do.” –Gangsta, Kehlani

22. “I’m mean it, I’m okay (trust me) / I’m not okay.” –I’m Not Okay, My Chemical Romance

23. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

24. “Help our souls tonight / We’re losing / Losing this fight.” –Help Our Souls, Nihils

23. “To hang me up now / By my neck / Cause I’m a fate worse than death.” –Sarcasm, Get Scared

24. “I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best.” -Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

25. “Could you imagine that / If we were gay?” –If We Were Gay, Ninja Sex Party

26. “Glory and gore goes hand in hand / That’s why we’re making headlines.” –Glory and Gore, Lorde

27. “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” –Colors, Halsey

28. “You never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You never know the murderer sitting next to you.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

29. “Can you save my heavy, dirty, soul?” –HeavyDirtySoul, Twenty Øne Piløts

30. “Those thoughts of past lovers / They’ll always haunt me.” –House of Memories, Panic! At The Disco

31. “When the city goes silent / The ringing in my ears gets violent.” –Jet Pack Blues, Fall Out Boy

32. “You got two black eyes from loving too hard / And a black heart that matches your blackest soul.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

33. “I wanna make you shiver / Make your backbone quiver.” –Mercenary, Panic! At The Disco

34. “I do not have writers block / My writer just hates the clock.” –Migraine, Twenty Øne Piløts

35. “Don’t do love / Don’t do friends / I’m only after success.” –Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

36. “Make me / Make me impressed / Make me / Make me obsessed.” Pretty Little Psycho, Porcelain Black

37. “I’ve been thinking too much / Help me.” –Ride, Twenty Øne Piløts

38. “My shadow’s the only one who walks beside me.” –Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day

39. “You don’t love me / Big fucking deal.” –Starring Role, Marina and the Diamonds

40. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” –Tennis Court, Lorde

41. “Whether near or far / I am always yours.” –The End of All Things, Panic! At The Disco

42. “Am I more than you bargained for yet?” –Sugar We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy

43. “And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame.” –Twin Skeletons, Fall Out Boy

44. “If wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch.” –The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty, Panic! At The Disco

45. “You’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away / But tonight I need you to stay.” -The Run and Go, Twenty Øne Piløts

46. “Drinking white wine in the blushing light.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

47. “That shit is my jam.” –Samurai Abstinence Patrol, Ninja Sex Party

48. “Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

49. “Your lips / They got me goin’.” –Lips, Marian Hill

50. “You don’t know the half of the abuse.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

51. “God, I wish I never spoke.” –Soap, Melanie Martinez

52. “So what are you waiting for / Cause someone could love you more.” –LOST BOY, Troye Sivan

53. “In the Vegas lights / Where feelings spend the weekend.” –Vegas Lights, Panic! At The Disco

54. “Wow, I probably should’ve stayed inside my house.” –The Judge, Twenty Øne Piløts

55. “The windowsill looks really nice, right? / You think twice about your life / It probably happens at night, right?” –Holding Onto You, Twenty Øne Piløts


Feel free to add more or request your own lyrics!

it has been years
since your body
was your own.

you tap fingers that are not yours
against skin you hardly feel,
watch a chest rise and fall,
and wonder
if your empty shell would echo
if somebody hit it hard enough.

something in you tells you
there was once life here-
something made of something more,
something made of soul,
of light,
of humanity.

but they ripped it out.
now you spend your time
wishing there was a way
to connect your thoughts to your brain,
your brain to your spinal cord,
and all of it
to the slow beat of your heart.

you dont speak at all
(or you speak in screams)
but their evil names are the only things you remember you can say
because they took scalpels
and carved the letters into your body
and you think maybe,
just maybe,
this body was theirs first.

did they beat you hard enough
for you to spit the spirit out?
did they hate you strong enough
for you to cast yourself out on your own?
did they torture you bad enough
to pull the soul out from your lips?
did they chase you long enough
to bring your spirit to its knees?

(despite the fact there was nothing left to hunt, you had to keep running,
your body will never stop running,
the scars are a testimony
to the fact that your body
will never forget-)

did they love you?
or did they love your body in a way
awful enough
for your soul to escape while it still could?

my body is a ruined temple
for a vacant god.
i left before they smeared my ichor
across the earth
and tinted the whole world gold.

—  my spirit is not here anymore
Comatose-Chapter 13

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Logans POV:

Watching you embrace the Captain sends jealousy roaring through him. He knows it means nothing. Your feelings for Steve nothing more than friendship, he can tell by your scent. Still, his mind roars, Mine!

All it takes is a cock of your head to the side to know you’ve heard him. Eavesdropping minx, he thinks, making sure the words are full of affection. You take a step back, allowing him to relax.

Pulling you toward him, he nuzzles into your hair. God he’s missed this, missed you. Your scent, your taste, the feel of you as you move beneath him. Your soothing presence when the nightmares take him and he screams in the middle of the night. With you, he knows, even in the worst of the dreams, the hardest of nights, should the unthinkable happen, should he put his claws through you, you’ll be alright. You won’t have to drain him like Rogue. You won’t die like… Jean.

He can’t let you go again. Never should have walked away in the first place. To lose you now, after finally getting you back, it would rip out his soul. Jean had shattered his heart, but you. Losing you again, would destroy him.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, completely ignoring the other people in the room, he takes a deep breath in. A content growl rumbles through his chest as he grips you tighter. You smell so good. Like light and life. Like home.

“Mine.”

The word comes out half purr, half growl, all possession. It causes a fetching pink tint to grace your cheeks, and has him chuckling heartily. Slipping his fingers underneath your shirt, he traces simple circles into your flesh. So soft, so silky smooth beneath the roughness of his calloused hands.

When you turn to face him, voice low and full of murmured warning, saying only, “Logan,” it unleashes the feral nature within him. The beast that wishes to claim, mark, possess every part of you. That one word has him growling in anticipation, a protective hand pulling you closer to him. Looking up, he sweeps his hard gaze around the room, locking eyes with every male member there.

“Logan!”

Your chastising voice snaps him out of his daze, and he smiles for you, suddenly sheepish. “Sorry,” he mumbles. The answering smile you grace him with has him melting into an adamantium puddle. He knows he’s a goner.  He ain’t never giving you up, even if he had to burn the world to the ground to keep you by his side.

He has a lot of making up to do. He hurt you when he left you for Jean, but he never stopped loving you. He dreamt of you nearly every night for years, wishing he could take it back, have you back.

So fuckit! He was gonna keep what had finally returned to him. The Wolverine would fight to the bitter end, and Bucky Barnes could suck his dick.

Bucky’s Pov

He watches as you seem to melt into the wolf’s touch, giggling softly when Logan whispers something in your ear. He can barely watch, barely breathe.

He knows that could be him. He knows that this is his fault. That he pushed you too this. That you not being in his arms is entirely his fault, but he still can’t bear to watch. Fists clenched tightly at his side as he hears, “Mine,” leave Logan’s mouth.

You’d admitted you loved him still. You’d admitted that you didn’t know how you felt toward Logan. But with that little display, with how you let the scruffy stranger touch you, it was pretty fucking obvious.

Why couldn’t you forgive him? Why couldn’t you see how much this hurt? How sorry he was?

He would be better. He could make amends if you’d only let him. He would treat you the way you deserved, never look at another woman again if that was what it took.

He can’t keep watching. It is making him physically ill to see you in his arms.

Turning to leave, he catches the sympathetic look on Steve’s face. Not wanting his pity, he strides from the room, accidentally walking into a disheveled Natasha. She opens her mouth to speak, but he shakes his head unable to deal with more drama. Picking her up bodily, he deposits her beside him, leaving her standing alone outside Tony’s lab.

Your Pov

Disengaging yourself from Logan’s possessive embrace, you look toward Tony. “We will need to start training together ASAP. The X-men and Avengers have different styles of fighting. We will need to figure out how to work together.”

Tony nods once, looking to Cap for confirmation.

“I don’t know how well this is going to work (Y/N). There are…tensions,” Steve says rather diplomatically.

You scrutinize him for a full minute before shaking your head. “People need to get over that. This isn’t about who gets the girl, Steven. This is about saving Bucky’s butt before Hydra gets a hold of him again.” You take a fortifying breath. “And saving mine. If you’d prefer, Logan and I can leave and deal with this on our own. I am not forcing you to work with me, with us, but this is your best chance.”

Steve has a red tinge of embarrassment on his face. “I just don’t want conflict,” he mumbles.

“Too late, Stevie. That ship has sailed. It’s never going to go back to the way it was. I’m not going to come back to the Avengers, and I am not going to get back together with Bucky. This is the new normal.”

He sighs but nods.

Logan lets out a wry chuckle, and you whirl to face him, prodding him in the chest. “And you!” you glare. “You need to stop with this possessive Alpha male bullshit. I am not property, Logan.”

He rubs at his neck sheepishly, a lopsided grin on his face. “Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles.

Satisfied, you advance on Tony. “And you stop with the ‘witty’ remarks. Honestly, it’s like working with overgrown man children!” you say, throwing your hands in the air. “I am so done with this shit!” Frustration pushing you into a tangent. “I will whip every one of your butts if this shit doesn’t end now. Do we understand each other?”

A few awkward moments of foot shuffling commence before they all mumble, “Yes, (Y/n)’s.”

You nod, satisfied with their apparent cooperation, and stride out the room, plainly ignoring the voice in your head telling you to destroy the redhead as you pass her. She is seemingly frozen to the spot, chaotic thoughts wiping through her head that you ignore. She’s no longer your concern.

“Logan,” you yell over your shoulder before you go too far. His head appears around the doorway. “We need to go greet the others, they should be here in thirty minutes. I’ll meet you on the roof.”

He nods in agreement, smiling all the way. “Alrigh’, darlin’. I’ll meet you up there. Iron guy wants to check out my claws,” he replies as he retreats back into the lab.

Dread instantly courses through you. You do not want to know the havoc Tony Stark and Logan Howlett could unleash on the world if they ever decided to work together for an extended period of time. “Don’t keep me waiting, wolfman!” you warn, hoping it will get him out of that room sooner rather than later.

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Drama Kisses ( Aren’t Real ) // Mark Lee

1st Post from Admin Forest ♡ 

Originally posted by tybeoji

“It’s totally fate!” Your over excited best friend exclaimed for the 5th time.


 You rolled your eyes as you retrieved your books from your locker, then shut the door with a slam and looked at her; “I’ve already told you, it’s just a stage kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.” You explained, but she didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Yea, you say that, but I know in your heart that you WANT it to mean something.” She pressed on, giving you a wink.

You ignored the pink hue that had tinted your cheeks. and started trudging to the next class you had.Just like always, your friend was right.

Drama, and acting were your passion. You loved to take on different roles, each more exciting or thrilling than the last.

And coincidentally, so did your not-so-little crush, Mark Lee.

He wasn’t the most popular guy in school, no he was that guy’s best friend. Popular nonetheless, just not as much.

He had a very calming aura that could make even the tensest person relax, and it drew people to him, including you.

You both had been in the same drama class since freshman year, and had been in a fair amount of plays, and musicals together.

However, in those shows, there had never been a time where you both had the two leading male and female roles.

This time it was different. Your school was putting on a production of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

It was one of your all time favorites, and you just knew that you wanted to be Juliet.

You had put your heart, and soul into the audition, impressing your teacher, and causing fury, and jealously to bubble in the stomachs of the other girls auditioning.

After your performance, you stepped down from the stage, and went back to the dressing rooms to collect your bag and some books. When you stepped out, a voice startled you.

“You were amazing up there, I could feel your passion.” Mark said, leaning against the wall, with his hands lazily shoved in the pockets of his worn out ripped jeans.

He offered you a shy smiled, which you returned. “Thanks, I just hope it was good enough to land me the part.” You replied, a light blush grazing your cheeks as Mark began to walk with you, making your heart pound.

“If you don’t get it, I’ll smack the teacher myself. You really deserve it.” He grinned playfully.

A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you looked down bashfully at the floor. “Thank you, again. It really means a lot to me.” You said quietly.

Mark stopped outside of the boys dressing room. “No problem, and who knows, maybe I’ll be your Romeo.” He said slyly, before entering the room, letting the door shut behind him.

If you had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to the deep tomato color you were at that moment.

As fate works in wonderful ways, you did end up receiving the role of Juliet. And seeing as how the universe likes to mess with people’s lives, Mark had been given the part of Romeo.

All the girls had given you dirty looks the moment the cast list was posted, but you brushed them off.

With your best friend by your side, you nervously scanned the list for your name.

Y/N L/N – Juliet

Your friend squealed, and crushed you in a hug. You were beyond happy of course, but something threw you off. It was the name below yours.

Mark Lee – Romeo

All of a sudden, Mark was beside you, running his eyes down the list with his posse behind him.

Once he saw his name, he grinned widely and turned to his friends.

“I got the part!” He yelled, excitement twinkling is his eyes. His best friend, Donghyuck, fist bumped him and looked at the list himself while the rest of their group congratulated him.

“Oh lookie here! Mark gets to lock lips with Y/N!” He smirked at you, and Mark shoved him.

“Shut up man, leave her alone.” He said quietly as he dragged the younger boy to the door, flashing you an apologetic smile before exiting the room with the others following.

Your best friend nudged your ribs. “Funny how the world works huh? C'mon, let’s go celebrate.” She said, and you allowed her to pull you to the exit.

When the day of the play finally arrived, you were more nervous than you ever had been for a show.

Rehearsals were more calm, but this time, it was for real.

Meaning, you and Mark would actually kiss.

During practice, your lips never touched, just hovered because the director said it was “bad luck”.

Your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t stop your hands from tugging at the collar of the dress you had on.

The theater was already packed full when you peeked from backstage.

You could see your parents, friends, and even your grandparents. A hand grabbing your shoulder snapped you back into reality and you came face to face with the devil himself.

Mark’s face held a steady grin. “Are you ready?” He asked giddily, bouncing on his heels.

All the saliva dried from your tongue, so you found yourself nodding instead of speaking.

“Well, break a leg out there! You’re gonna do great!"His encouraging words made your confidence boost up a bit and you let out the breath you didn’t notice you were holding.

"Thanks, you too.” Was your response.

The lights went down and the blinding spot lights flashed. Taking a deep breath, you gathered as much courage as you could, then walked out.

-

Soon the play was nearing an end, and the time for the kiss scene was close.

The heart beat in your chest was beating erratically while you desperately tried to hype yourself up in your head.

The feelings of nervousness and excitement were swirling around in the pit of your stomach, making you dizzy.

Mark stepped towards you, and gently cupped your cheeks, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass, the familiar motion bringing back memories from previous rehearsals.

Almost like he could sense the anxious vibes radiating off your body, Mark flashed a quick smile, before leaning towards you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, and you prayed that you weren’t squeezing them in a death grip.

After what felt like years but was only seconds, your lips finally came in contact with Mark’s.

They were plush, soft, and tasted faintly of his vanilla chapstick.

You willed all those shaky feelings from your mind, and really put all your passion into the kiss.

Mark felt like he was floating, not knowing you felt the same.

He almost forgot that you both were just acting, and slowly pulled away, savoring every last second.

As the scene came to an end, and loud applause erupted from the audience, he knew he wouldn’t forget the taste of your strawberry lip gloss.

Backstage was less hectic and busy than before the show, but all the actors and actresses were buzzing in happiness. “Good job all of you! That was spectacular!” The director said, causing the cast to cheer for all their hardwork.

Mark was looking around until he finally spotted you, changed into your casual clothes while talking to your best friend.

He walked over in a rush, just as your friend had gone. “Uh…h-hey.” He stuttered out, mentally slapping himself.

Lucky for him, you smiled and sat up straighter. “Hi.”

Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, he struggled to find his words. “That kiss was…really something. I could feel the emotion.” He complimented, watching as your cheeks flushed.

“Well, that means I’m a good actress right?” You asked playfully.

“Of course! You’re one of the best actresses I’ve ever seen!” Mark said, not realizing what he said until he said it.

His words made your heart flutter and soar even higher in the cloud you felt you were on. Your lips still tingled from the kiss.

“Funny how something that looks real, means nothing.” You let out, looking away.

Mark frowned a bit.

“It meant something to me…” he mumbled shyly.

Your eyes were saucers when you heard him. “Really?!”

He only nodded, clearly embarrassed. “Yea, I mean I’ve only had a crush on you since 9th grade, so…” he explained with a shrug.

Pink dusted over his face and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Well then, why don’t we hang out sometimes. Maybe we can practice some lines together?” You suggested, a bright grin glued onto your face.

He met your eyes and nodded eagerly. “Y-Yea that sounds great!”

“And to think I was so nervous about a kiss…” you thought to yourself

After all, who said drama kisses mean nothing?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman
  • James: Is that your mother?
  • Sirius: Where?
  • James: The other end of the platform.
  • Sirius: Does her gaze draw the last vestiges of happiness from your soul like a dementor?
  • Sirius: Does her mouth pull ever so slightly into a grimace, as though she has smelled the foulest stench to plague mankind but will not dare to admit defeat?
  • Sirius: Does her claw-like hands look as though they're ready to rip the beating heart out of a young child in order to continue her putrid existence?
  • James:
  • James: Er - she looks like she's glaring at you.
  • Sirius: Yeah, that's probably her.
Run (Suga x Reader)

You just have a natural tendency to run away from your problems. Including your eon-long crush on Yoongi.

fluff + comedy, 2.6k words, yoongi/reader, college au


You vaguely register that Taehyung is asking you a question about some date he’s planning for his girlfriend, but you can’t be bothered to listen. There are more important and immediate issues at hand for you right now. “Yeah, sure,” you say distractedly, not even knowing what you’ve just agreed to. Yoongi’s just sent you a Tumblr post of cute animals and you’re too busy squealing over the adorableness and also the fact that oh my god Yoongi is texting me.

You’ve only been crushing on him for like two years. Maybe more. He’s also probably the only reason why you still try to remain relevant in the world instead of fully accepting the void with open arms.

“You’re not really paying attention to me, are you?”

You finally look up from your phone. Taehyung’s pouting at you over his own burger; the kid barged into your dorm twenty minutes ago with food and about a million questions. “Uh, sorta? Ish?” You give him a nervous smile. He sighs.

“Whatever, it’s okay. I’ll just ask someone else.”

“I don’t understand why you’re freaking out so much about this though,” you say, picking up your burger. “It’s not like it’s your first date with her anything; you guys have been dating for a few months. It doesn’t have to be all that perfect right?”

Taehyung regards you for a minute. “It’s my one year anniversary with her.”

Okay, so maybe you don’t do a very good job at staying relevant and connected to the social world. You stare at him in utter shock. “Wh-Uh, yeah. I know. O-Of course.”

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Result after having my heart ripped out by Flowerfell 

Original flowerfell AU by @underfart-snas / @siviosanei

And based off the fanfic Overgrowth by @leviticusarts

 I’d just like to thank your beautiful sadistic souls for this… //weeps

Sketchy because it’s really late and I can’t sleep and this AU is hurting me so much OMG

more than beautiful

authors note: this is based on something that actually happened to me. constantly, people always tell me how pretty i am and how i should model and blah blah. it’s super nice and i’m not trying to sound like i’m complaining about those compliments. BUT sometimes it sucks, especially in a world where physical appearance is so important ( unfortunately ). that being said, not many people tell me i’m funny, or nice, or honest or anything like that. anyway, i’ve had several guys tell me that they’re in love with me only after literally a few weeks of talking. it breaks my heart, because as much as i want to believe something as romantic as that, i can’t because i just know that they only like me for my looks. i literally dated someone who only wanted to get in my pants and unfortunately it took me a while to realize that. i’ve learned a lot from this, and so to this day, it’s hard for me to believe any guy that says “no no your personality is great too.” anyway, i thought i’d write about it

“Don’t walk away from me like that Y/N.” Shawn spoke harshly, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to walk out the door.

"Don’t touch me please.” You said softly, trying not to get angry at him. He let go quickly, and started rambling.

"I’m sorry okay? But you can’t just leave now, I love you.”

"No you don’t Shawn. It’s been three months.”

“I know, and maybe it’s crazy but it’s true okay? I promise, I love you, how could I not?”

"You can sit here and tell me all you want that you love me, but I won’t believe it Shawn, and I’m sorry, I wish I could.” Before you could open the door to leave, Shawn came up behind you and hugged you tightly, holding onto your waist and calmly saying into your ear, “Why not baby? What’s wrong? Please tell me.”

Now you were putty in his hands, and the whole world stopped as he held onto you. He made you feel so special, and he made you feel wanted. How could you walk away from this?

No. You couldn’t let yourself believe anymore sappy romantic talk. You couldn’t let yourself fall for someone else after what’s happened.

“Don’t call me baby.” You said harshly and pushed yourself away from Shawn, reaching for the door again.

“Not everyone’s a shallow douche like your ex Y/N. It’s not healthy to push yourself away from people that love you just because of the fear that they might be lying.” Shawn raised his voice, so you could hear everything he said even as you walked down the hallway and into the elevator. You ignored his remarks and bit your lip, waiting for the elevator to go down.

—–

It’s been one week since you broke up with Shawn. One week since he put your little puzzle together, and tried to convince you that he loved you. Shawn was such a lovely boyfriend and a sweet kid, making you feel bad for leaving. But then again you weren’t sure if you wanted to let yourself believe that he was a nice person. He confessed his love to you only after three months of dating or so. That freaked you out, reminded you of your last boyfriend who ended up using you. You didn’t want to be used again, and you weren’t going to let Shawn fool you into thinking that he loved you for more than your body. You wanted so badly to believe it, but you just knew the real reason he was with you.

He texted you almost everyday since you left, and you wanted to reply to at least give him a bigger explanation. He already knew you were scared and that you simply thought he only wanted you for your looks, but there was more to it than that. You just didn’t want to have to explain yourself, and so you didn’t. Instead you sat on the balcony of your apartment building and read some dumb magazines about healthy living. The mail kept sending them to you even after you emailed the company telling them not to. Oh well, the more you know about healthy lifestyles, the better. Right? As you continued to read you heard the doorbell. You got up thinking it was one of your roommates who was out doing who knows what. But why would they ring the doorbell? They live here, they have a key. Confused, you opened the door to see the last person you wanted to be talking to. Shawn.

“Before you slam the door in my face, I just want to say some things. Please.” Shawn pleaded with you, his eyes wide. His hair was a mess and the buttons on his shirt were done in the wrong order. He was a hot mess and you didn’t know what to say, so you rolled your eyes and tapped your foot as a signal for him to talk.

“You don’t have to believe anything I say, but it would be nice if you tried. Look, I’m really sorry. About everything. You were right, about one thing at least. It was a little fast of me to be saying things like I love you even only after three months. And I’m sorry for that. And this is probably going to make me sound crazy but being away from you just made realize that I do love you. And not because you’re hot, or because you’re good in bed.” Shawn’s face got hot, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“I love your jokes, and when you make fun of me when my voice cracks. I love the way you wear my merch to bed, and how you tweet out telling people to buy my music on iTunes. I love the way you pronounce certain words, like the way you say voz instead of vase.” He was rambling and rambling and at first you weren’t listening, until he said something that caught your attention.

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N. You’re beautiful. Your body, your face, all of you, is beautiful. But you’re more than that. You’re more than beautiful; you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re the most honest and real person I know. One of the reasons why I liked being with you was because you always knew just what to say when things were wrong. I love your ideas, not your touch. I love the way you speak, not the way you feel. All that shit is just a bonus. You’re more than an attractive body Y/N.” Shawn sounded out of breath and you were on the verge tears. You heard plenty of rants, from plenty of boys saying things along the lines of what Shawn was saying, but they were never this in depth and meaningful. That scared part of your heart told you to ignore all of it and to slam the door right there. But your emotions were touched, and you felt yourself being exposed, for who you were. It was like Shawn showed up just to rip away all your skin to look inside your soul. To look inside to see all your wounds, and all your scars, only so he could tell you that he loved them. And that, those were why he was with you. Those scars and those wounds were what kept you together and the fact that Shawn was saying he wanted them, was blowing your mind.

“I hate to keep talking, but if you really don’t believe me, I can prove it. We can do something like, I don’t know, I’ll delete you off snapchat so I don’t have to be looking at you physically when we talk, and we can just text or something. We don’t have to FaceTime either. We don’t even have to have sex. Or even touch, or kiss or whatever. Just let me prove to you that I’m here to stay. That I’m for you, not your body.” And after he said that, you just knew. Shawn was willing to give up all the physical aspects of a relationship just so he could show you that he really loved you for more than all that.

So you walked right up to him, placed your hands on his face and kissed him. You didn’t know what to say and as much as you wanted to see if he could handle not touching you, you wanted to touch him. You couldn’t put your words together the way he did, so how else could you show him how grateful you were for him?

“Thank you Shawn.” You pulled away and thanked him, letting yourself believe in everything he said.

“You believe me?” Shawn was surprised, he probably was ready to have the door slammed in his face. But you didn’t want to keep living in fear, just like he said during your last argument with him. You wanted to love someone again, and you wanted it to be real. And Shawn was making it real, but he was making it better than real.

“I believe you.”

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman

based off of @bambocomicx amazing version of Heather Chandler with red hair, go follow them!

Heather Chandler looked down at the shirt her girlfriend just gave her. She looked up to meet the bright smile and eager eyes of Veronica Sawyer. Heather looked at the shirt once more before letting out a deep sigh.

The shirt was black and read Red Hair Don’t Care in a dark red font.

“I literally dyed my hair three days ago, where did you even find this on such short notice?” The (now) red-head questioned.

Veronica simply smiled as she responded, “I looked it up on Amazon and got two-day shipping. I got a matching shirt as well! I thought we could like, wear them and have it be a cute couple thing.”

The brunette held up another black shirt, but it read Messy Hair Don’t Care in a blue font. Veronica shot a wide smile at her girlfriend who just looked at the brunette’s frizzy hair and sighed.

“I can’t believe you, you’re such a dork. Also if you think I’m wearing this in public, you’re wrong,” Heather said as she watched the other girls face fall.

Veronica sighed as she simply took the shirt in Heather’s hand back.

“If you didn’t like it, you could’ve just told me,” she said with a frown.

Heather saw as Veronica’s eyes grew dark and she felt her heart clench. The redhead hated having a soul. She ripped the shirt she had on off and took the other shirt back and put it on. She tucked it into her shorts and glared at the shorter girl.

“Well? What’re you waiting for, put on your shirt, we’re going out right now and we’re showing the world how fucking cute we are,” Heather commanded as she cocked a hip out.

Veronica’s eyes lit up once more and quickly put the shirt on and tucked it into her skirt. She hugged Heather and smiled as she let her go.

“Best. Girlfriend. Ever. C’mon let’s go show the world our cute shirts, everyone’s gonna be so jealous because we’re so amazing.” Veronica grabbed Heather’s hand and dragged her out of the redhead’s own room.

Heather and Veronica ended up simply walking around the small town for around two hours, holding hands the entire time. Sometimes they would get compliments and Heather could feel Veronica practically perk up and squeeze the redhead’s hand in excitement.

Heather regretted saying she wouldn’t wear the shirt in public when this was the reaction she got out of her Ronnie. The brunette linked arms with the redhead and laid her head on her shoulder.

“I told you we’d be cute,” Veronica said with a smile as they walked back to Heather’s house.

“Yeah, well of course we are. It’s us, when the hell are we not cute?” Heather replied as she flipped her hair.

Veronica let out a deep laugh and snuggled closer to Heather and hummed an agreement. This is what their relationship was, and neither would change it for all the riches in the world.

Until it’s Gone (Loki Imagine) Pt. 2

So if you haven’t guessed it by the title, Loki is about to go through some serious reevaluating over his priorities & how his actions will affect his life.

I wanted to experiment with Loki’s “bad” side. The reckless side of him that he seems to want to cling to even when his life is finally going in the right direction. The vengefulness that lingers inside of him that holds some kind of incessant need to constantly prove himself & his power.

Hope you enjoy part 2!


LOKI

(Y/N) coughed and moaned in agony when we returned. I had taken her to my mother, who promised to hide her from Odin, and whom shared my anger towards his betrayal towards me. At least I could count on her secrecy and support. “My dear, please, have some more broth.” She curled herself up into a ball under the mountain of covers that seemed to swallow her small frame as my mother and her maids tried to nurse her back to health. I could not forgive Thor for leaving her there. And every shiver that ran through her, every cough that escaped her lips, only intensified my hatred for the God of Thunder. 

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Heart, Mind, & Spirit

I am the wolf who hunts alone
I claim my pack but we do our
own thing because I taught them
the secrets I learned from the hunt
and they taught me loyalty

The bear who visits at the most
inopportune times.
He only wants
to cuddle because it is easier to
rip out your Soul with his claws
He loves that kind of shit.
and sometimes the wolf can’t
keep him at bay.

The Owl is occupied by a mouse

The Wolf can smell you.
The Bear can already taste you.
The Owl watches contemplating

bg-4/26/17

broken

“my love, for you i would give up the suns.” alex whispered as you cried outside the house, your heartbreaking, world crumbling.

“i will give you anything you want, please,” he paused and took your hand in his. “tell me what you want.” you felt anger boiling inside you. your head pounded, your heart hurt, your eyes felt as if a thousand suns had burned them only moments before. you turned to look at him before you screeched,

“you cannot help me! you cannot get me back! you broke me. you shattered my world and now you want back in?” you asked in a question, he shied away for the first time in a long time.

“you do not get to come back! you forfeit all the rights to our bed and to my heart! do you understand me, alexander?” your heart produced ten of thousands of beats per second as he nodded.

“i do.” you scoffed softly at his response.

“you took my son from me! you ripped him from my hands and along with that, you took my heart! this is your fault Alexander,” you cried out as you fell to your knees.

“please leave.” you whimpered after a few moments of silence. alexander did as told, his once confident form walked away.

his heart broke for you, his eyes ached with tears and his soul felt like it was being ripped from him like his son was.

“it’s all my fault.” he whispered before letting out a loud sob.


[Masterlist]

anonymous asked:

I'm really new to like the whole tumblr fandom and i haven't ever read fan fic. The only phantom things I've watched or read are the original book and the ALW musicals so I was wondering if you had any recommendations of happy E/C stuff. I'd really appreciate any recommendations or stuff like that cause idk where to begin.??

Hi there! First, welcome to the family! I remember when I first started venturing into the tumblr fandom, it was quite overwhelming at first because there’s just so much content!

Now I’m not the best at recommendations because I’m still a junior phantom fan myself (I think I’ve been an active fan for 2 years now?) but I will try my best!

My number one recommendation to start with is Phantom, by Susan Kay. This is actually a published novel that details the author’s idea of Erik’s life and follows him from birth on. You can find it on Amazon, and I really adore it. I love Erik in this book and his eventual relationship / dynamic with Christine in later chapters is so interesting. 

Now on to some more traditional fanfiction, I’m pretty awful like I said at recommendations so I’m going to list the very first three authors and their fics that I read when I joined the fandom! 

Click their name for their profile so that you can browse all of their works, and click the fic name to go directly there! :D  

Broken-Vow -  The Rising Sun 

Quiet 2885- Gifts and Wrappings (fluffy and good for the soul), When All is Lost (this one is amazing), and Shadow Government (I actually liked Raoul a bit more at times in this one!) 

KittyPimms- Destruction of Obsession

I wish I could provide a nice list of cute fics for you, but my soul demands angst and drama- as you can see from my own fics (feel free to totally click that and check out my stuff!) 

For sure check out works by @rienerose @littlelonghairedoutlaw @chris–daae and @spooky-mormon-hell-dream (but be wary of that last one, her stories will rip your heart out)

I’m sure they’d be willing to help you out with fic recommendations too! @rienerose is always on point with recommendations!