just-so-terrible

I think the thing that really, really got me about the no man’s land scene in Wonder Woman?

Is that it didn’t gloss over the “WW1 was awful, just, so so terrible” thing. And, like the million grimdark movies we’ve already seen, it’s all grey and grimy and awful and human suffering everywhere you look, and like every grimdark movie we’ve ever seen people are saying “look we can’t change this this is just how it is there’s nothing we can do everything sucks that’s just how it is”

And then, because Diana is Diana, she stops, and says “NO. No, I can do something, or at least I must try. And none of you can stop me.”

And she goes up and over the bank and into no-man’s land, in the iconic costume for the first time, red and blue and gold against the grey, and flips that goddamn overused ‘grimdark world sucks everything is futile life is pain there is no hope’ trope right on it’s goddamn head.

I didn’t know how desperately I needed to see that somewhere, and seeing my absolutely beloved childhood icon do it…well, I’m still a little choked up about it, the next day.

OKAY

You know what makes me upset?

This:

When we wake up from the void, one of the first things we see is this man who is borderline delusional, who has murdered his friends - who shot us - and he’s holding a cane in his hands.

Damien’s cane.

Something that once represented an individual who was a compassionate, emotional, trustworthy, charming, intellectual, and a persuasive leader. He was bright; a sense of calm amidst such chaos.

Now in the hands of a good man gone mad, who believes this all to be a joke. Some kind of ruse pulled by his friends, and He calls out to the dead, leaving the last bit of sanity he has in that room with us…with that cane, ownerless and now laying on a table. We reach out and take it in our hand, gently, and after a moment, we see something change. There is a distortion and suddenly, we aren’t the one holding it anymore.


The camera pans up to a mirror, and we see a reflection. We see him.

It’s Damien, but…not exactly.

His hair isn’t smoothly combed back, parted differently, now wild and slightly disheveled. He’s missing his bowtie, his flower pin, and the mayor button. His light and calming aura is no longer present, and the color fades from him as he looks down at that cane. You can see the immense pain in his eyes; the sense of loss and confusion, numbness and frustration. It’s not just him: it’s Celine. It’s us.

That’s our body but it’s him

He raises it to the light and looks at what he once was; takes one last glimpse at a life stolen from him at a such young age. It belonges to a man who was cunning - eager to help a city - and was invited to a fun night of poker, laughter, drinks, friends. It was an invitation to smile, and to make new of old memories, but it was all a horrible lie, fabricated to take their lives.

It was a trap, and it robbed Damien of having a future. Robbed the detective, robbed Celine, us, everyone.

Damien moves, adjusting as the world around us shakes and shatters, world bleeding cyan and red. The mirror shatters, dangerous and violent as it cracks to reveal static.

We see Damien pause, closing his eyes and it seems like he’s taking a moment to listen. To hear his thoughts, and to feel this body. Feel the power of this shared consciousness.

But then he opens his eyes, and you can see the torment. The heartbreaking realization that an individual he considered to be one of his closest friends took Damien’s life from him. And in this moment - this terrible, agonizing moment - he is drowning in betrayal, bitterness, confusion, loss, and heartbreak.

It’s a moment of acceptance.

It’s when something inside him shifts.

We witness that burning anger, that seek for justice, and the Damien who welcomed us our first night at the manor - who defended and confided in us - ceases to exist. He puts down that cane as lips that once held a smile distort and bend into an uncharacteristical scowl, rage stripping the picture of Damien from exsistence and painting this new entity of 3 souls trapped within one body.

Reflected in that shattered mirror is the image of innocents who should have left that mansion, alive and untouched. It is the image of revenge, and blinding despair; one that drips of this seething hatred.

Its something from a nightmare because we see the face of a man who once had eyes that shone brighter than the stars, with such heart and kindness, only to crumble as he tries to keep the others around him sane as they are picked off one by one. We watched as he became more and more lost, emotional, and frustrated mostly with himself. He was an individual who attempted to be a voice of reason, a protector, a guide, and because of that nature, it was used against him. His body will spend the rest of eternity being puppetted by someone else, and the true Damien will be lost into something that is everything he never was.

Staring into that mirror isn’t Damien. It isn’t Celine, or Mark, or any of us. It’s a being of darkness that betrays us, leaving us in that place. It’s only then we feel that dense of abandonment, and it is crippling, because we finally understand how Damien felt. And in that moment, at least for me, I forgave them and the thing that they unknowingly unleashed.

And It is just so terrible because Damien deserved so much more.

They all did.

And it just breaks my heart.

Coffee

“Why are you looking so disgustingly happy?” Draco muttered as he saw his boyfriend stare at him from where he was seated on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t a rarity for him to wake up to Harry staring at him, but something seemed different now. He frowned.

“Nothing.” Harry said quickly, and he cast his eyes to the ground. Or rather the bed. “It’s just…” Harry seemed to contemplate if he wanted to risk speaking, which was a very dangerous activity when Draco hadn’t had his morning coffee yet. Eventually the messy haired man spoke up.

“You’re just so terribly adorable when you’re asleep, or when you just wake up, and looking at you then just makes me realise how lucky I am.” Harry had a goofy grin on his face now. Draco groaned and turned around, hiding the blush on his face.

“You, Harry James Potter, are the most sappy person I know.” He grumbled into the pillow. “And Malfoy’s are not adorable, thank you very much.”

“But Potter’s are.” Harry muttered in Draco’s ear after bending over him. “Maybe you should become one.”

“I’m not saying yes to your proposal until I have my coffee.” Draco announced as he lifted his sleepy bedhead from his pillow, where he indeed saw the real reason Harry had looked so happy before. A delicate silver ring on a blue velvet pillow, resting in Harry’s rough lovable working hands.

“Seriously Draco?” Harry pouted, and Draco glared.

“If you want to wake up to this grumpy as hell man every day for the rest of your life then yes.” And with a tired sigh he curled up in bed again.

“You’re terrible.” Harry muttered.

“And yet you’re still proposing to me. Must be my great ass.”

“You are indeed a great ass.” Harry shot back as he hit Draco over the head with a pillow. “But fine, I’ll get your sodding coffee.”

Harry stomped out of the room, and Draco smiled under Harry’s recently thrown pillow. “Don’t forget the milk, Potter!” He yelled after Harry’s damn fine ass as it walked out of the room.

“Don’t forget to be a decent human being, soon to be Potter!” Harry yelled back.

Draco chuckled.

All was well.

Bless the amazing leader that is Kim Namjoon of BTS. Just a moment of silence. Then have that silence be SHATTERED by loud and appreciative love for this boy for those in the back who can’t seem to HEAR THE RAPMON STANS

Originally posted by ksjknj

I mean look at him, he manages to be so soft  APPRECIATE HIS DIMPLES PLEASE 

His dimples make my days better 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Originally posted by hixtapexx

AND THNE THIS SIDE OF HIM MESSES ME U PPPP 

When it comes to his looks, he’s very good looking. Have you seen those dimples because damn. I still can’t believer there are people who say he’s ugly and it’s just so terrible. Espescially because he believes them?? Like no, this boy is beautiful on the inside and outside. Like all the members of bts, Rapmon is more than a pretty face. You’re doing amazing, sweetie. 

I mean, he composed and wrote a lot of music. Not just for his own group, but for other artist. That takes a lot of talent. I mean, I have tried to write music but that’s super hard. And then to see this boy do it with such class is amazing. diD yOu hEaR his sOnG Reflection?! I have to admit it was kind of hard for me to get into at first. bUT once I did, oh boy. Did I grow more attachted. I loved the message of his song and how candid it felt after looking up the translation. Appreciate how honest he is in his music please. Also how he wrote the lyrics of one of their best songs (and a personal favorite of mine), Spring Day. 

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

His voice and rapping solos are very distinct. I mean, I know a good portion of fans who instantly noticed his voice the best out of all the boys when they start out. ONe of his best moments could be when he wrapped What am I to you live

CAn we also talk about how great of a leader he is??? I mean, he knows english and I feel like it makes international business a bit easier for them as the other boys adapt more to english. He’s so caring to the other members and looks out for everyone. I know for a fact he helped Jungkook write his song Begin for the wings album, and that just warmed my heart. There are tons of more examples of his great leadership and that’s just the beginning of all the perfect examples.NOT TO MENTION THE BOYS’ HAVE A WONDERFUL BOND WHICH IS WONDERFUL AND A PART OF TAHT AMAZING BOND IS THEIR AMAZING LEADER  im sorry i have strong feelings  

Originally posted by bangtan

Namjoon is also very, very I repeat V E R Y intelligent and philosophical. I mean, he has an IQ of 148 for starters. But beyond a number, his intelligence speaks beyond what words can describe. He SELF TAUGHT himself English is a great example and he’s well on his way of learning Japanese. It also takes a lot of musical intellect to accomplish all the work he’s done within the industry. He was the top of his class, I believe during his high school career?? Rapmon also has all those deep thoughts about life which is a wonderful trait of his personality. I know this is a gif of our world wide handsome, but just a recap of that conversation Namjoon and Seokjin had during Bon Voyage. 

Originally posted by samwol

Back to Rapmonster, he’s got amazing fashion sense. If you say otherwise, YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF. I kid.. mostly

Originally posted by bexsblogposts

Originally posted by namjunhong

Oh yeah, I’ll also never forget how the “big and tough” rapping leader of BTS has an obsession of the Ryan bear from Line. He appreciates the finer things in life, let’s be honest here. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

I’m still pretty new to the fandom but I have heard that he’s been through some tough times himself. I don’t know for sure but look at him now. Leadermon has made a name for himself in something he’s passionate about. I also love how he really puts himself and his personal stories into his artform.

Rapmonster is a great leader to lead BTS. He has a gift when it comes to song writing. Amazingly intelligent and thoughtful. He’s honest. He deserves love from the fans he and the others have shown great appreciation for. You can have a bias for one member but please respect them. Honestly, he’s one of my bias in the group but I have a fondness for the others as well. You don’t have to stan him, but at least show and treat them with respect through all platforms. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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07.07.2017

Which reminds me, our house, even the toilet, is filled with different kinds of Kuroo.

My room and the TV stand have become something like this. There are so many figures and art prints.

It seems like my mom did it!
Thank  you

Gonna go to bed reading Finn’s section of Before the Awakening tonight to see if he lies as much there as he does in TFA. Finn spends half the film lying, did you notice? He lies to Poe when he first pulls him aside. He lies to Rey almost immediately and then he keeps lying about all sorts of stuff, he lies to Han because he’s gotta keep up appearances, and then he lies to the entire Resistance just to get to starkiller.

Can’t wait to see how much lying he does as a stormtrooper because he had to have picked up that habit from somewhere, right?

Gawd, I am bitter today.

If there’s one good thing about Kylo, it’s at least he never lies to Rey. Kylo’s been lied to so much in life he probably doesn’t have it in him to lie to anybody else anymore besides Snoke, because the occasional fib to Snoke simply keeps him alive.

BIG FAT EDIT BECAUSE THIS POST IS A YEAR OLD:

-I admit my tone was less than stellar in this post. It’s snarky. Snarky because I was exhausted (like it says at the beginning) and had also had a new job that made me felt like I was going to get fired for breathing. The attitude is directed at myself, not the character- I like collecting character flaws because it makes for good analyzation and good writing but because of my situation a year ago it made for a bad presentation of that. And for that, I apologize for any misunderstanding.

-This post is a series of posts made about observations of characters while reading through the material. Short posts were made about all the characters. Immediately following this post was a post made the next day or shortly thereafter saying that ‘Before the Awakening’ shed zero light and added zero support to the observation above, which shot some holes in the theory. This I readily admitted.

-Never ever EVER said I hated Finn. This conclusion is wrong.

-I like finding character flaws. Finn’s was VERY hard to find, especially at a time a year ago where the ‘good guy’ characters were being put on pedestals- thus the ‘bitter’ remark because finally I’d found one to put on the ‘character flaw chart’ I had running for all the characters. I just like having dirt on all the characters I love for some reason. It’s probably some weird twisted flaw of my own.

-Kylo has zero going for him- this is why he, as a mirror-opposite of Finn’s character and story, gets his one and only kudo which is consistently being honest for some reason when everything else about him is pretty awful. Why is he like that? I have no idea- I await ep. 8.

-This post isn’t about Finn’s surface motivations for choosing fibbing over being straight-forward. He wants to escape the FO with Poe, he wants to save Rey, we get it.  That’s not the problem or even the question. The question is, when confronted with a cross-roads situation, why does he tend to consistently choose that tactic instead of another? It could have been incidental from a writing perspective to keep the story rolling along to cue up humorous moments (”I need a pilot”/”I don’t know, Solo! We’ll use the force!” “That’s not how the force works!”/etc.) or maybe it isn’t- I’m just trying to look at all the possible angles here. But even if it isn’t, it’s still part of the character now, and so my question, from a purely analytical perspective is: What happened in Finn’s back story that made this a tactic? I’m really fascinated by that question. Same goes for Rey- Rey has a terrible habit of running away whenever things get rough- wants run back to Jakku, runs away from Maz, but the running stops when she confronts Kylo- the point where the characterization shifts. So I’d like to know the same for Finn, if possible. The guy’s so good that it’s hard to pin anything on him, and I can’t find any negative flaw in Poe at all, haha. Give me all the negative character flaws!! It’s why I enjoy analyzing Kylo so much- he’s just got so many terrible things to work with and pick apart. The other characters are sparse in comparison, especially Finn. Next to Poe, Finn is the least negative character in TFA.

So I hope that helps clarify at least some things? This isn’t an attempt at deflection, this isn’t an attempt to excuse, this is just an attempt to take a short post made a year ago written in a stressed, exhausted mindset and make it a little more level-headed, clear, and objective instead of attitude-ridden, which was a mistake.

Thanks to everyone who constructively engaged me about this post, and I hope by amending it here I haven’t continued to somehow fuck things up in your eyes.

It seems impossible for me these days to find words for anything — perhaps because I’m dead myself. And words, just words, are so terrible. Rather by far a living aching silence.
—  Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933

The bet part 6

You were almost done with packing your suitcase when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Probably Jin again, you thought to yourself as you were unlocking your phone. To your surprise, it wasn’t Jin. It was Yoongi who messaged you..



Yoongi’s pov.


“Shit”, Yoongi muttered to himself. “Why does her name have to be Y/N?!” It had been two years since he last heard from you. But he still missed you like crazy. And this whole situation was making it worse.


I can’t do it, Yoongi thought. Jin hyung would have to ask someone else to pick up his friend from the airport. Yoongi was about to call Jin when Jimin suddenly walked into the living room. “Hyung! You’re still up?”

“Huh? Uh yeah…”, Yoongi mumbled, all the while avoiding eyecontact. Jimin was not a person Yoongi wanted to see right now. Although Yoongi had forgiven Jimin a long ago, he couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated with him right now.


“Hyung, you don’t look so good”, jimin said, breaking Yoongi away from his train of thought. Yoongi looked up and was met with Jimins concerned eyes. Jimin wasn’t a bad guy. He did some dumb and hurtful stuff, but he was a good kid and he regretted everything he did. Yoongi let out a deep sigh “I’m just tired, that’s all”

“But aren’t you supposed to pick up Seokjins friend from the airport in a couple of hours ?”, jimin asked. Yoongi sighed. “She can take the bus for all I care”.


Jimin rolled his eyes. “I guess I’ll be picking her up then..”



Originally posted by yoonmin

Okay so this was the first time I attempted to write a fic I know it’s all over the place but this will have to do cuz I’m just a terrible writer :’( so don’t roast me too hard y'all

Reunited (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

A/N: This is the last chapter to my Ahkmenrah serie. (A maid for Ahkmenrah, Unexpected, Gone) Make sure to check the other writings if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy!


Three years. It had been three years since Ahkmenrah had last seen, kissed and held his lover. Those three years without you were the most painful and agonizing years that he had experienced. There had been no second that he was not thinking about you. His mind was constantly consumed with thoughts about where you had been and if you where okay. And the baby? Was it doing fine as well? Ahkmenrah wished he would know the answers to his questions. Since your leaving, there had developed a big questioning mark in Ahkmenrah’s head. Why did you go? Why did you leave him behind?

Once the young prince found out about your absence on that day three years ago, he sent a troop of his guardians in order to search for you in the entire city. But unfortunately, they had no luck. Ahkmenrah himself went to your parents’ house, kneeling down in front of them in desperation, a prince on his knees asking them about your whereabouts. But neither your parents had an idea. They were as clueless as Ahkmenrah was. But to be honest, they had been very surprised as they found out that their daughter was secretly dating the royal man in front of them. They didn’t even expect that Ahkmenrah developed some interest in you. Your mother was crying the whole time, worry consumed the poor woman because you left without saying goodbye and without telling them where you were heading.

Ahkmenrah promised them to find you and bring you back home where you belonged. You belonged to him, staying by his side. That was what you were supposed to do. Not leaving him in deep oblivion and a broken heart.

The guardians were looking for you for weeks. There was no corner, no alley and no street they were missing. They even interrogated the people in the city, asking them if they had seen or heard anything. Ahkmenrah was so determined to find you, cost it what it wants. He wanted you back. He was pressured to do things that he was no fan of. He threatened his men not to come back to the palace if they had not found you. He had no power to see his guardians coming back with empty hands. However, the more time it took for the search, the more hopeless Ahkmenrah became. Sending letters to other cities were his last hope but even those had not brought any luck.

The young prince always locked himself in his chamber, refusing to come out. It had been his only safe heaven because in there he still felt your presence. So many memories had been made between those for walls. Secret meetings at midnight, sweet and passionate love making sessions and pillow talking afterwards until the sun would rise and you were obligated to go were something you two were doing on regular basis. Ahkmenrah showed you both sides of emotional and physical love. He loved and he cared. He never failed to show these. And he was wondering how you could just throw all of this away. The worse thing was also that you tore him away from his child. He had no chance to hold his child in his arms and admire the creature that you two have created with love. He would probably never get the opportunity because his child was now a grown three year old. Three years. He missed three years of its life.

He was not sure how he should react. One the one side he was mad, beyond mad. He could have set up the entire city in flames. His body was filled with so much rage. But on the other side he understood. You were probably too afraid and saw this as the only way to escape a punishment.

But Ahkmenrah would have done everything to protect you. Hell, he would have sacrificed himself for your well-being. He just needed this chance and you didn’t give it to him. You gave him no possibility of talking things through.

***

Ahkmenrah stood on his balcony, his eyes observing the life full city in front of him. Again he was thinking about you and wondered if you had come back without his knowing. Something in him told him that you were there, somewhere on the streets of Thebes. He just was not sure if he should listen to this voice. He had given up hoping a long time ago.

A knock on the glass door threw him out of his thoughtful state. As Ahkmenrah turned around, his eyes meet the gentle ones of his mother, Queen Shepseheret. The queen you had worked for. The beautiful woman joined her young son, taking a place beside him. Laying her head gently on his shoulders, she wrapped one arm around his waist. A gesture of comfort that the young prince needed. She always knew when Ahkmenrah was distracted with you again and she had provided him so much comfort in the last three years.

“How are you, my son?” She asked even though she knew the answer. She could feel the immense pain that he went through. A mother’s instinct, that was what it was.

Ahkmenrah only shrugged his shoulders. His mother sighed.

“My dear son, Ahkmenrah, it pains my heart to see you in sorrow. You’ve been hurt enough for three years, don’t you think? I miss seeing your precious smile.”

“There is nothing to smile for anymore, mother.” He mumbled.

“Of course there is! There are so many things that are worth to smile about, my son. But you don’t see them. I know you loved her dearly Ahkmenrah, but it’s been three years now. If she had loved you so much, she would have come back long time ago, don’t you think?”

“What are talking about?” Ahkmenrah growled. He was shocked and surprised that his mother would accuse you of not loving him.

“I know (Y/N) is a good girl, my dear. I liked her so much. She was always a hard worker, kind and polite. And under other conditions I would have wanted you to marry her someday. But Ahkmenrah, there are things that are probably not meant to be. Have you ever thought about that? Maybe this is a new chance for you to become happy? Maybe you and (Y/N) are not perfect together.”

“Stop it! Please stop saying those horrible words!” Ahkmenrah demanded with a croaked voice. “No matter what you’re saying mother, deep down I know we are meant to be. We have to be together. We have a child, isn’t that enough proof for you? I cannot imagine a life without her anymore. I just want her.” He stopped to take a deep breath. His chest ached terribly.

“One day she will come back to me and I’m going to marry her. I may be able to forgive what she did to me because my love for her is much stronger than anything else. Yes, I feel betrayed, she left away but… but people make mistakes. I’m sure she’s aware of what she had done. I know we’re connected to each other. Our souls are connected mother. I can feel it. She’s my soul mate and I’m not going to stop loving her until she tells me so…”

By know, the tears that were brimming his eyes ran down his soft cheeks. His mother raised her hands to put his face between them.

“Ahkmenrah…” She sniffled, overwhelmed by her own tears. “Don’t cry, my beautiful child.”

“It hurts, mother, it just hurts terribly. I’m so empty without her.” Only his lover could mend his broken heart.

And Ahkmenrah prayed to Ra, that she would appear soon.

***

“mwt (mother), mwt!” A little girl tugged at her mother’s arm, pointing at a certain direction. “Doll!” The girl tried to lead her mother to the stand were self made dolls were sold however the young woman stopped her.

“Not yet, my love.”She spoke gently.”Another time, is that alright for you?”

The little girl pouted with her arms crossed in front of her chest but still nodded defeated. Another child’s cry took her attention, and as she turned around she was greeted by her tiny boy who had his arms opened for her so she could take him into her arms. Right behind him the best friend of the young woman came running, her expression stressed and exhausted.

“Femi!” The best friend grumbled. “I told you not to run away like that. What if you went missing in this whole mess?”

The little boy just buried his face in the crook of his mother’s neck, indicating that he was tired.

“Monifa, could you just take care of Feme, please?” The young mother of two children, twins to be precisely, asked her best friend, gesturing to the little girl beside her. They walked through the market of Thebes, visiting different stands and looking what they could buy. They had already bought lots of food, especially for the little children. From the long journey they had back to Thebes, the children became hungry and the food they had packed before the trip began for them, had been eaten mostly by the little ones.

“It’s weird to be back.” Monifa said to the young woman.

“It is.” The other woman responded.

“It feels like an eternity since we’ve been last here and to be honest I have not missed it as much as I expected.”

The young woman laughed at her best friend’s remark. Admittedly, there had been two reasons why she returned at all. The first reason was her parents. She had missed them so dearly while she was away and at the same time she felt guilty of not telling them anything. She couldn’t wait to have them in her arms again, to hug them and to be embraced by their warmth. She needed to introduce her children to them. The second reason was the young man she still loved with her whole heart. She knew she broke him when she went away and she had no idea yet how to make it up to him. How would she react when she saw him again? What would she say? She had not thought about it to be honest.

“mwt…” The little boy in her arms whined. “Tired, mwt!”

“I know, my dear. Just hold on a little bit, alright? We’ll go home to aunt Monifa soon and then you can sleep as long as you want, okay?”

“Do you have anything you need?” Monifa inquired. “We can head back to mine if you’re finished. Seeing these delicious things you bought made me hungry and I’ll die if I don’t get something in my stomach.”

“Don’t exaggerate it.” The young mother smirked. “I’ll just go and get some grapes for the children.” She placed the little boy in Monifa’s arms, entrusting her children to her.

At the same time at the same place, prince Ahkmenrah trudged along the market, being surrounded by two guardians. It was his mother’s birthday and he went to the market to buy her a nice gift. He knew she didn’t want anything expensive, just a simple cheap thing would also please her. He was at many stands but still had not found a perfect present. He became slightly frustrated because in a few hours, a celebration would take place and Ahkmenrah couldn’t appear without anything.

He saw a stand with lots of jewelries and went straight towards it. The seller bowed down politely once he saw the young prince and after an exchange of few words, Ahkmenrah bought a beautiful necklace and bracelet for his mother.

“I hope she will like it.” Ahkmenrah sighed. All he wanted to do was turning to the palace and to get ready. It would be a long night since many other royal families would attend the celebration.

He turned around and suddenly the air got stuck in his lungs. The jewelry he held in his hands slipped between his fingers right to the ground. He must have been hallucinating, it was the only explanation for it. He opened and closed his eyes, just to make sure that he was not dreaming. And he didn’t.

She was beautiful than ever. A few meters away from him, there she stood, his lover, his life, his heart. You. You wore a pretty gown that highlighted your beauty even more. His heart pumped hard against his chest and Ahkmenrah threw his hand on his mouth to cover the sobs that escaped his throat.

“Your highness?” A guardian asked. “Are you alright?”

Ahkmenrah nodded and made his way towards you, ignoring the calls behind him. He would die if he couldn’t hold you in his arms again. A few more steps and he were right next to you. Just a few more steps.

You just gave the vendor in front of you a few coins and took the grapes from his hand as you felt another warm hand on your shoulder. Wondering who could it might be you turned around to face the person and you were shocked to see a familiar face that you had not seen in three years. His face was tearstained from crying and his eyes were red but still he looked handsome as ever.

“(Y/N),” He asked, his voice clearly trembling, “is that you? Is that really you?”

You were out of words. Totally lost of words. Not in a million years had you expected to meet him, right here, at the center of Thebes.

“Ahkmenrah?” You whispered questioningly.

“It is you!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you hard against his chest. He clung onto you as if his life was dependent on this simple hug. “It’s you…It’s you…” He whispered all over again. Finally he could breathe again. Finally he had his love back.

He pulled slightly away, cupping you cheeks with his fingers and stroking them gently. He observed your features and all he could think about was how beautiful you were. You hadn’t changed much, you were still the young woman he had deep feelings for. His captured his lips with yours, kissing you hungrily in front all of these people.

“I missed you so much, lotus.” He breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

“I missed you, too, your highness.” You responded, laying your hands on top of his.

“Why have you left me, (Y/N)? Why did you go away?”

You were about to answer as Monifa joined you with a shocked expression on her face. She carried Femi in her arms while Feme held her hand tightly.

Once Ahkmenrah saw the little children, he fell down on his knees with more sobs escaping his mouth. You felt terrible for the state that he was in because you were too selfish. You examined your surroundings and caught people staring at the scene with bewilderment.

“Ahkmenrah…” You bent down to comfort him. “Please calm down.”

“Y-you g-gave me t-two children?” He sobbed. He eyed the two little creatures precisely. One boy and a little girl. Both made of love. Ahkmenrah couldn’t be happier in this moment.  “They a-are so b-beautiful.”

“mwt? Why is this man crying?” Femi asked his mother innocently, out of explanation why Ahkmenrah was clinging onto his mother. You gestured Monifa to come closer with the children and took each of them on the hand. Ahkmenrah was still crying but fascination was evident on his face.

“Do you remember the stories I’ve told you about a prince?”

“Yes, he was brave and strong and you said you love him.” Feme said.

“That’s right.” You smiled at them. “This is him. This is the prince I’ve been talking about. Your father. He’s your father, my loves. Do you want to say hello to him?”

They nodded their hands instantly, their face copied the same fascination from their father’s face. Ahkmenrah examined them exactly. Feme, the little girl, looked so much like you while his son Femi was the exact copy of himself. Both of them had mixture of your eye colors and their skin was tanned like their fathers.

Ahkmenrah engulfed his arms around his two children, tightly holding them. He wouldn’t give them away anymore. He wouldn’t leave them alone. He took in their sweet scent, kissing their heads all over again.

“My children…” He whispered.” We will never be parted from this day on. I promise.”

He stared up at you. “We have lots of things to talk about.” He said.

You nodded with your head. “I know.”

  But right now he didn’t want to think about it. All he wanted to do was to enjoy the moment of reuniting with his family.

anonymous asked:

Can you please clear up the conversation that Kaneki and Touka had at the end of 124? I feel like it's a little too vague in the translation.

I noticed that there were instances of incorrectly attributed lines in this chapter; a line said by Kaneki in Japanese would end up seeming as if it were coming from Touka. For the sake of clarity and brevity, I will straighten out some of those lines from their conversation below.

It begins with the scene transition from Juuzou’s paper plane. The quote on the left is not by Juuzou as it appears to be, but by Kaneki, who is expressing doubt and concern for the other members of Goat.

Kaneki: I wonder if they were able to keep themselves properly hidden…

Touka: You had that friend of yours, right?
Kaneki: Do you mean Hide?
Touka: …What did you used to do when you missed him…?
Kaneki: …I’m sorry. There wasn’t anything I really could do, not once. And then…I would just miss him so terribly that it became unbearable…

How the translation is a tone too embellished has the risk of painting Kaneki as even more of a death seeker than he already is in Touka’s eyes. He has never contemplated the chances of Hide being alive even though he cannot recall the events of what happened in the sewers. Therefore, when he ascribes his ineptitude to otherwise being “consumed by the desire” to see Hide again, it comes off in this moment as him having been unable to put his heart into anything he did because his true desire was to join Hide in certain death. Of course, the audience realizes that this was more or less true, that he’s the keeper of a title that he simply cannot bring himself to care about. This is one way to read the situation. Kaneki thus regards Touka’s question as a cry of distress of sorts, as her confiding in him for how she should go on living without Yoriko, and responds bearing this implication in mind.

Touka, as someone who believes that she has just lost another important person despite having distanced herself to best keep that person from harm, views Kaneki as a kindred spirit. She is irreverent, and she is astute. She knows what Hide was to Kaneki. She knows that he had to kill the desire to physically be in the same space as Hide after he was turned into a ghoul, to talk to him and be friends like nothing had changed. She knows she had to do the same for Yoriko out of fear for Yoriko’s well-being as well as the anxiety and shame of being found out. She would have liked to visit Yoriko in the literal sense and renew their friendship, but had to fight herself against doing so.

All of this wasted time in wanting to see her closest friend while refraining for her safety has seemingly culminated in her murder anyway, so Touka handles her grief in the most appropriate manner fitting her character — she attempts to temper her volatile emotions by reaching out to Kaneki for practical advice; when she watches him wear his blank expression and hears words of what she thinks to be suicidal ideation, she tries to act on raw feeling and her offer to him from two chapters ago, on her need to tether him to her world like she could not with the others who left her alone in this life.

Mafia BTS reacting to you turning them into the police because their rival gang  is holding your family hostage

Anonymous said: BTS reaction to you, their s/o, having to turn them in because their rival gang is holding their s/o’s family member?? xx

this is my first time writing so i hope you guys like it!

Kim Seokjin:

Jin wouldn’t be mad that you turned him in, he would just be so terribly sad. How could you, his jagi not only put him out of work, but got him stuck in prison. But, when you called and told him about your family being held hostage, he wasn’t as sad. He called his men and told them to get him the best lawyer they could find and get him out of there. 

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi, unlike Jin was pissed off. If you had just told him about your family the two of you could be laying in your bed together, but he was now laying in a cell. You had told him how sorry you were and that was your family but all he could say to you was: 

“But aren’t I family too?”

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok sat in the psych ward, what you told him made him go crazy, he threw and broke things, and he even tried to kill himself, what was the point of living knowing that his true love had even turned on him. He was so discouraged about what happened that he even stopped eating, so he was fed through tubes. You tried to make things right by getting a lawyer and you even got him out, but his trust for you had diminished into thin air when he got pull out of his home.

Kim Namjoon:  

Namjoon wouldn’t believe you turned him in, he would try to find out who put him in their, but every trace came back to you. When realization finally hit him, every emotion hit him at once; sadness, anger guilt, envy, and many more. And when he finally talked to you and he found out why you put him in their, he got very soft but mad.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have done it together, now I’m here…”

Park Jimin:

Jimin looked at you in disbelieve that you had done this to him. It had been a normal night when he got dragged out of his home, you had repeatedly said ‘I’m so sorry Jimin.’ while he got dragged away.

Saying Jimin was mad was an under statement, the first day he was in prison he went down solitary confinement for beating a man up. But once he left confinement, he wouldn’t act up till his boys got him out of there, til that time, your betrayal would be the only thing on his mind.


Kim Taehyung:

He would keep his calm until he found out it was you who put him away. Getting put in by some rival didn’t compare to his jagi putting him away. Anytime you would come to visit he wouldn’t come and see you, to disappointed to see your face. 

Jeon Jungkook: 

Despite Jungkook’s powerful persona, he would be devastated that you did this to him. He didn’t even care about being in jail, no one messed with him anyways, but that fact that you did this to him made it hurt 500% more than if it were any rival. And if you visited him and tried to talk, he would break down into tears before you could go deep enough into the conversation 


Hi! I hope you guys all liked this, I loved writing this to be honest (especially hobi’s part!) ~ Admin Pipes 

anonymous asked:

I just saw your reblog about selfshipping and im so glad to someone who approves of it. I'm currently trying to write a selfinsert fic but everytime i write my name i feel so ashemed and embarrassed and can't help but thing that no one will want to read it. I have tried writing the fic as a reader insert but it just comes out so terrible.... 😢😣😧

YOU LISTEN TO ME FRIEND

YOU WRITE IT AND BE PROUD BECAUSE HOLY SHIT

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LOOK AT ME. READ THIS.

GO FUCK THAT CHARACTER. GO GET EM. YOU FUCK THEM GOOD CAUSE THAT SHIT IS AMAZING.

And if anyone says anything you point them to me cause I’m juST GONNA TELL THEM THEY SHOULD SELF SHIP BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THEY NEED IT.

I FUCKING SHIP IT OKAY

AND I DON”T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS.

Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)


You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.

Trailer

Prompt: Mathew Grey Gubler smut. You are a guest star on criminal minds and you play a role that involves you kissing a another man, Matthew gets jealous and asks you to come to his trailer and well smut happens if you do this thank you

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: liked this prompt so much, just had to write it tonight. It’s 3 am and I just finished, so I’m terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes but I’ll have to check them later. Basically the reader is a guest show on criminal minds, playing the love interest of Shemar, when she goes off script and things get more heated as Matthew is watching, and then meets her in the trailer for some revenge. Hope you enjoy! My inbox/ requests are always open xxx

 

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