When each sign feels betrayed

Aries: yells and just looks dissapointed in you. They can get over it though.

Taurus: yells, gives you nasty looks forever,and will never talk to you ever again.

Gemini: distances from you for a while.

Cancer: cries a whole tone

Leo: doesn’t understand why you would do that, pouts a lot.

Virgo: mopes around and answers you dryly when you talk to them

Libra: talks shit about you to everyone

Scorpio: gives you a death stare and rushes out/ or pretends it doesn’t affect them but secretly hate you forever

Sagittarius: cries and yells not able to really say anything

Capricorn: silent treatment 100%

Aquarius: acts really sassy and rolls their eyes whenever you talk

Pisces: cries and imagines stabbing you in their mind, but ultimately forgives you after a day

squishyshinki asked:

top 5 yunjae moments uwu

1. dangerous love

everything that was part of this drama was just so [looks wistfully in the distance] perfect

there was longing stares into each others eyes

yunho carrying jaejoong husabnd style

jaejoong actually blushing through 99% of the taping

their cinematic moment

actual fucking confession which in no way needed to be acted out

whatever the hell this is

and this was them when they weren’t even shooting!! why!

like what is the need! remember when the director said oh yunho, i think you’re really into this for real. yeah, he wasn’t lying!

2. yunjae in bora bora

these assholes didn’t even care they were being taped. in fact, it led to this!

what is shame!

3. HIJ 4

remember the time yunjae had boners on screen and were practically grinding on each other?? no?

good times.

4. the king and the passerby

when yunho was made king and had a whole buffet but decided to feed his husband. what really kills me is jaejoong’s smile after he’s fed. it’s so shy and cute and filled with blushing goodness

(you can’t really see it in this pic, but if you youtube it, you’ll know what i mean)

and then they somehow ended up sitting next to each other because the heart wants what it wants

5. MKMF hug

do i even need to explain?


I had a dream once,
where my mother was at
the beach, sitting on the
cold sand.

It was just after sunset,
When the sun shoots out
its last rays of light and turns
everything purple. 

The waves kissed the shore
and ran away back into
the ocean. My mother was
staring out into the distance.

habibi, she said.
I’m like the waves.
No matter how many times
I leave you

I’ll always come back to you.
You’re my shore, habibi.

And she was always
my waves.


Pairing: DE ofc
Timeline: post-6x19
Rating: T?
Genre: outrageous fluff
Summary: Sophie wanted an extension of the last scene of 6x19 ;)

My first reaction is shock.

I stare at Damon, wide-eyed, looking for any sign of hesitation, any tiny thing that would clue me in that he’s not being serious – but he is. I can see that he is.

Damon wants to turn human for me.

I move my lips, but no matter how hard I try, no sound comes out. Words fail me completely, and I can only stare dumbly at him, frowning and blinking. His face falls a bit.

“As long as you want it, too,” he adds, the first notes of anxiety seeping into his voice.

I eliminate the distance between us, pressing my mouth to his, because if I can’t speak just yet, maybe the kiss will say it for me. I feel him smile against my lips, responding with a smile of my own without thinking, and he pulls back, his eyes still having that beautiful, hopeful glimmer to them.

I mean to say that I’m on board with it only if he wants it for himself, not just for me, but my mind already conjures up images: walking down the aisle with him waiting for me there, promising to love and cherish each other (though we would do it anyway), starting a family, Damon being crazy overprotective while I’m pregnant, his eyes when he sees his child – our child – for the first time…

I feel myself welling up a little, because all these fantasies, buried deep down to be forgotten forever have suddenly reemerged, and having a chance to share that with Damon gives them a new meaning, much deeper than they’d ever had.

We’re still looking at each other, hope a beautiful and fragile thing between us, but I finally find the strength to say what I have to say.

“What do you want?”

He doesn’t hesitate even a second.

“You. Always you. And I hope… that I can make you at least a tenth as happy as you make me.”

“I’m happy,” I promise, kissing him again. “Damon, I won’t lie to you, I want all that. So much. But I know you’re happy as a vampire, that vampirism is a part of who you are. I would never ask you to give it up for me.”

“I don’t care about vampirism,” he says passionately, hands grasping my shoulders. “The only time in my vampire life when I was happy was with you. The only person who ever made me… who always makes me truly happy is you. And a real shot at a life that you want, a life that, once upon a time, I wanted, too – that’s not a sacrifice. It’s a miracle, Elena.”

I tilt my head and narrow my eyes coyly, though what I actually want to do right now is sing and dance and jump around like a little kid.

“I thought you didn’t believe in miracles,” I tease, but he’s touching my face with such fascination as if I were a miracle myself.

“I figure it’s a good time to start,” he winks, leaning in again, the kiss slow, deep and long this time, our lips parting reluctantly in the end.

We both look at the wall at the same time, and Damon grins mischievously.

“Shower?” I whisper hopefully as his hands slide lower to support me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

“Like you even have to ask.” 

My professor is so amazing. We were discussing Folk Beliefs in Latin America and the topic of “Mal de ojo” came up. For those that don’t know, Mal de ojo is the evil eye, basically. It’s usually associated with people looking at/being near babies and then getting the babies getting sick because that person cursed them.

She was saying that we grow up and see these things as silly or superstitious, and that latinx, especially in college, and especially in America, try and distance themselves away from these beliefs in order to seem more “intelligent”.

But then she said, “Don’t you think at some point in our history, people started noticing that babies got sick when you took them out? Don’t you think that people saw the correlation, and came up with a way to explain this relationship so that a) parents didn’t take their babies out, and b) people would stop staring and being near a baby that wasn’t theirs? Just because we’ve realized now that babies are susceptible to illness, doesn’t mean the way our people perceived the world was any less valid. If anything, it’s incredibly amazing. I want you all to remember that. Beliefs are not “superstitions” in the way you think they are. They’re just different ways of perceiving the world.”

Idk. I just really love her.

-mod c

Books and Bookworms

She has seen him come in and out of here for months now. Constantly catching him staring at her. It was the same old thing almost every day of every month. He could come in, take a seat which was viewing distance from the counter, ‘read’ for an hour and then leave. Why?

Vivian worked at the local library and had only been working there for about 5 months. 4 months ago she noticed him come in. It was odd. She was kind of hoping one day he would ask her for some help or just come and talk to her. He seemed awfully cute.

One afternoon, Vivian was putting away a few books that had been placed on the wrong shelf. She was up on a step ladder just putting books the right way. That’s when a group of 4 boys came into the library, being pretty loud. “So! So then Clyde’s mom said "OH MY GAAAAD CLYD YOU ASSHOLE! I HAVE TOILET WATER ON MY VAGINA!” Can you guys fucking believe it!“ Cartman yelled as he told his story. Butters was laughing obnoxiously while Stan just groaned. "Cartman that story sucks harder ever time you tell it.”


creepie-treattricker asked:

(Alright then :) ) A spaceship in the sky could be seen, it was Creepie landing in a brand new world, she knew absolutely nothing about this world. "Let's see here, oxygen is breathable by humans but i'll go out with my helmet just to be sure, said world is filled with creatures such as cats, fishes that can walk on land, bunnies, ghosts, monkeys... Clouds? Alright here i go." With her helmet on, Creepie walked out of her spaceship and looked around. "Looks like earth already."

Mr Small saw the ship land from a distance and stared at it blankly. At the moment he was uncertain if this would be a good thing or a bad thing. Was this being a alien? Mr Small assumed so. He kept his distance and watched her carefully.

a snail crawls into a snar (snail bar), the snartender (snail bartender) asks him, “What can i get for you good snir (snail sir)?” “I’ll have a snargarita (snail margarita), i’ve had quite the snay (snail day).” “Commin’ right up snir,” The snail gets his snrink (snail drink) and takes a long drink, his snlips (snail lips) start to burn and sizzle, the snail lets out a pained snail (snail wail) as he flopped off of his seat, the snrowd (snail crowd) stares in shock, the snar goes deathly quiet. The snartender is horrified, he has a snife (snail wife) two snids (snail kids), one of them is going through snollege (snail college), he’s just been mixing snrinks to help with a little more snincome (snail income). He hears the snirens (snail sirens) in the distance.

The snartender fixed his snie (snail tie) as the snourt (snail court) was quiet, the snudge (snail judge) looks over to the snury (snail jury) “What is your verdict?“We the snury find the snefendant (snail defendant), Jordan S. Sluggs, guilty of Involuntary Snailslaughter.”

The snartender begins to sneep (snail weep), he looks over his shoulder behind him to see him snife snobbing (snail sobbing) as she holds their kids close, the youngest one looks up to his snother (snail mother), then at his snather (snail father), he asks why she is snrying (snail crying, what’s going on, where is snad (snail dad) going?.

She doesn’t reply, she continues to snry as the judge’s gavle echos through the room.

I’ll be laughing my ass off about Magical Boys!AU for days to come.

Gansey always pulls a Tuxedo Kamen on the team and starts sprouting poetic discourses about DEFEATING THE FORCES OF EVIL while Blue and Adam are in the back rolling their eyes out of their skulls all like “CAN’T WE JUST USE OUR FINAL ATTACKS ALREADY??” But no. NOOO. Gansey insists THERE’S A PROPER WAY TO DO IT, DANG IT.

Ronan is the one with the psychic powers and the Raven familiar, very Rei-like, only he keeps bullshiting them about his perceptions, like staring off in the distance and ominous whispering about THE END OF TIMES and the DARKNESS THAT APPROACHES, and Gansey is already having a fit when Adam walks by in his undies, holding a mug and muttering “He’s making that up.” and Gansey wants to throttle him Because HE’S TEAM LEADER HE HAS TO TAKE ANY THREATS TO HUMANKIND SERIOUSLY.

Blue just can’t believe out of all the nice, proper Magical Girl teams out there she ended up stuck with a team of MAGICAL BOYS. MAGICAL BOYS. WHO EVEN DOES THAT. WHAT IS HER LIFE. 

Noah’s got THE most glitter-fabulous and heart-filled and dance-activated attacks of the team; his transformation sequence is the longest. Don’t get him going about that, HE’LL FIGHT YOU. WITH HIS NONSENSICAL-NAMED LOVE-AND-FRIENDSHIP-OR-SOMETHING-THEMED ATTACK.

Adam is the snarker. He snarks at villains a lot. All the lampshading. Gansey is going on and on about the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP and Adam is like “Just plis don’t say we have something they don’t have”, so of course Gansey goes and does it and Adam’s like “NO WHAT WE HAVE IS BETTER STRATEGY AND BETTER FORESIGHT CAN WE PLEASE JUST GO CLOSE THE “““NEW SHOP”““ THAT OPENED IN OUR STREET, IT’S OBVIOUSLY EVIL.”

Literally every single other Magical Girl team out there assumes Adam and Ronan are a thing, which initially pisses Adam off a lot: according to him cause he refuses, REFUSES to have hearts floating behind him when he looks at Ronan. SO RONAN TECHNICALLY *IS* HIS SENPAI BUT HE WON’T ADMIT IT IF YOU LIGHT HIM ON FIRE.

I’m so fucking happy right now.

sarasarai, come on. Come join me in the pit.

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  • Fandom: Harry Potter
  • Pairing: Draco Malfoy x [Weasley] reader
  • Genres: Angst, loss of a brother, anger, mild fluff, fluff
  • Request: Anonymous - Could you please write a draco 1. Reader is  a Weasley. When her brother dies she refuses to talk to anyone or eat? But Draco spends his time cheering you up cause he loves you (much to lucius dismay) you guys end up together & lucius accepts you?
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Sea Side

Frasier stands beside the ocean, watching the tide creep in. The sun has begun to set, massive and orange, over the water. In the distance he can just make out sailboats, their horns filling the dusky sky as they slowly pass by each other. The breeze off the water brushes his face and he looks down to see a small purple octopus crawling from the waves. It pulls itself up next to his feet by it’s tentacles and lays motionless.

“Will it always be like this,” he asks the octopus, staring off into the distance.

The octopus lifts it’s tentacle and replies, “Cherish this calm, Frasier Crane. Life is so fleeting and if you’re very lucky, so full. Even when we find ourselves tangled in the petty miseries of our existence, know that we are dust. And we will one day return to the universe that bore us. So take solace in these moments of peace while you are self aware enough to enjoy it’s beauty.”

I was walking out the computer lab earlier going to the bathroom and at the exact same time this girl walk out the door to the other lab and she was looking too good with her afro and these flowing pants looking all majestic and shit like she floating when she walks and she just happened to be going to the bathroom too so I was walking behind her as we both going to the bathroom but i aint want to stare so I was looking down the whole time staying like 20ft behind her keeping my distance s i aint look like i was following her or trying to move on her. no real point to this post i just wanted to tell y’all about it

anonymous asked:

Did Nick Grimshaw say why he went to L.A.?

nope.. just that he had some friends already out there *stares into distance*

Mic Drop, Part 3!

Band Member: Ashton
Type: Imagine, anon request
Details: Part 1, Part 2. You’d taken the next step with Ashton, but your holiday couldn't last forever.

The rest of the evening flew by in a blur. The boys knew they had recording left to do, but Ashton would hardly leave your side. He held your hand, tapping out drum beats on the back of it with his fingers and drawing circles on your palm with his thumb. You kept catching him staring at you, a big goofy grin lighting up his face. It felt right. You had no idea how you had been just friends all this time, how you’d never considered how you really felt about him. To think, if it wasn’t for the accidental kiss…

You woke the next morning with butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face. The California sun streaked in through the window, and you could see surfers in the distance taking advantage of the early morning waves. As you walked downstairs, you heard laughter coming from the kitchen. The boys had been trying to make you a special first breakfast, but seemed to have more food smeared on their faces than anywhere else.

“Pancakes a la 5sos!” Michael announced, placing the plate in front of you as you sat at the breakfast bar. You were quite impressed, the last time the boys had cooked for you, you’d been presented with a plate of charcoal. Evidently, not having their mums around to do all their cooking had worked wonders for them. This actually looked edible, and as you took a bite you gave them a big thumbs up.

As they high fived each other, Ashton came up behind you and placed a hand around your waist, pinching raspberries off your plate with the other. You tapped his hand with your fork to fend him off, and he pinched your side in retaliation, grabbing more as you were distracted.
“Big day today,” he said through the mouthful of berries, “we need to go back to the studio for an hour to finish off from last night, but then the rest out the day is ours.”
He planted a kiss on your cheek, his lips red with berry juice, and started clearing up.
You could get used to this, you thought. Sunlight as your alarm clock, breakfast made for you, Ashton free to spend most of the day with you. You refused to acknowledge that you were only here for two weeks, that was a problem for future you, not present you. Present you was too busy listening to Ashton sing as he loaded the dishwasher, and watching the others fight over the last pancake in the pan. You were happy, and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.


“Okay, now hit that one, no, the big one. Yeah, that’s it. Keep it going.”
You were sat in front of Ashton’s drum kit as he tried to teach you a basic beat. He was perched right behind you, arms wrapped around you and his hands over the top of yours, guiding the sticks to the right place at the right time. You could feel his legs twitching, eager to get his feet on the pedals. But you wouldn’t let him, you were enjoying feeling him pressed up against your back, laying gentle kisses on your neck and laughing softly into your ear when you messed up.
Turning to look at him, you gazed at his face. He always looked so happy, like there was a little light inside of him, shining out through his eyes and his smile. You realised that you’d never seen him cry. You’d never even seen him close to it. Ashton has always been your little ball of sunshine.

“What?” he asked, frowning with confusion.
“You always look so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sad.” You replied.
He brought his hand up, brushing your hair off your face and stroking your cheek with his fingertips. He kissed you lightly, just brushing his lips against yours for a second, then smiled, and whispered;
“How could I be ever sad, when I’m with you?”


You spent the afternoon back at the house, lying poolside and soaking up the heat of the sun. Someone got the barbecue going, and Calum’s beer cooler made its second appearance. This is what you missed the most when the boys were away, just being able to hang out together. No special plans, no effort, just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. They loved it too, you figured, because it was the one time they could just be themselves, without the pressure that came with their fame. Although being 5sos did have its perks; a swimming pool in a Los Angeles mansion was a vast improvement on your own back garden.

“Are you coming in, bubs?” Ashton called to you from the pool, water droplets falling from his tangle of wavy hair.
You were crouched over stereo, flicking through CDs and acting as DJ. You shook your head absentmindedly, too busy planning the next song change. You hardly heard the slam of wet footsteps behind you until it was too late; Calum had thrown his cold arms around you and lifted you off your feet, aiming you towards the water. You kicked and struggled, giggling as you squealed for him to stop. He lost his grip, hands sliding up to grasp your wrists as Ashton clambered up the pool stairs to grab your legs.
“You will regret this!” you shrieked, taking one last big breath before hitting the water. You surfaced, gasping and pushing your sodden hair from your face as the boys laughed. Calum hit the water next to you with a splash, and Michael and Luke soon followed with a joint cannonball. Ashton sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet into the water. You swam over to him and splashed him as he laughed.

“Aw, come on bubs. You look like a cute little drowned rat!” he grinned.
Smiling, you stood yourself on your tip toes in the water and draped an arm around his neck, pulling him down towards you for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched yours, you pulled harder, forcing him to lose his balance and come splashing down into the pool beside you. Still under the surface, you felt him grip your hips and tug, bringing you down beside him. His hands came up to your face, and he pressed his lips to yours. You could taste him through the chlorine in the pool, and kissed back eagerly. You broke the surface still wrapped around each other, giggling.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,” Michael moaned, “GET A ROOM.”


You tumbled in to bed sometime around 2am, lightheaded from the alcohol and dizzy from being with Ashton. He climbed under the duvet bedside you, holding you close and stroking your hair. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you fell asleep, feeling safe and warm in his arms.
When you woke several hours later, the space beside you was empty. You brushed your hand over the sheets, and found they were cold. He’d left you some time ago, then. Confused, you stepped quietly out of bed, and tiptoed down the stairs to the lounge, where you could see a faint light and hear the murmur of the TV.

You pushed the door open as quietly as possible, curious as to why Ashton was up so early. You could see his silhouette outlined by the light of the TV. He was sat down, bent double with his head in his hands. He looked just like he did on your first night in the studio, when he thought he’d lost you. But he wasn’t tapping his toes with nerves, like he had been that time. His shoulders were shuddering, his chest heaving up and down. He was crying.

“Ashton?” you whispered, standing in the doorway.
He jumped, startled by your voice. He took a big breath, and looked up at you. He was smiling your smile, but it couldn’t hide the tears running down his face.
“Hey, bubs.”
You padded softly down towards him, sitting beside him and lacing your fingers with his. You looked at him questioningly, not wanting to pressure him into talking too soon. A crying Ashton was new territory for your friendship, and with the added weight of the step you’d taken together this week, you weren’t sure how to handle it.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He murmured, squeezing you hand tightly and wiping the tears from his face. “And I am so scared of losing you. Especially now.”

You frowned. “You’re not going to lose me, Ash.”
He glanced upwards, and you could see in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. He wanted to, desperately, but something was holding him back.
“But I am. You’re going home next week, and I can’t face not seeing you for months at a time anymore. I miss you so much when you’re not here.”
You looked down at your lap. You understood everything he was saying. It had always been hard being apart, but everything had changed after that night. You weren’t just best friends anymore; you were so much more than that and it made the thought of parting so much more bitter. You just wanted to be with him, whether that was in a mansion in LA or a cramped tour bus driving down the longest road. You didn’t care, as long as you were together.

“I could stay.” You whispered.
The way he looked at you, with so much hope and desire, only strengthened the thought.
“I could stay. If you want me to. I’d leave my job, my home. I’d leave it all to stay, if you want me.”
He shook his head, muttering that he couldn’t ask you to do that, that life on the road wasn’t always as luxurious as this, that he wouldn’t let you sacrifice so much for him. But still you could see longing in his eyes.
“If you want me Ashton, I’m yours.”
He smiled that smile you knew and loved. “Of course I want you, bubs.”
You laughed, pulling him towards you and kissing him excitedly.
So much had changed in just a few days, and you had never been so glad.

UPDATE: Part four is HERE


I stare into the horizon as I stand on the white, sandy beach. The waves splash gently onto my feet before quickly retreating back into the sea. The gentle breeze flows through the land and brushes against my face softly. The world is at peace. A storm brews in the distance, barely visible, noticeable only by squinting. I whisper something that truly comes out of my heart, voicing my deepest emotions and concerns.

“There is no fucking way Hussie is gonna keep this happy bullshit up for long just you fuckers wait and see”

A single tear rolls down my face, as I watch that small storm approach slowly.

ok the best sound in musical theatre is in like an act 1 finale when a huge ensemble is singing about hope and shit and they’re all staring out into the distance (or the audience) and singing loudly and then BAM the orchestra stops playing and its all just people’s voices together in harmony and sWOOP in comes the orchestra again for the final notes



    “Oh my, look at you.

 I didn’t realize the Empire of Japan                                                                                                                       – makes ships with such short skirts.”

Oak mocked the Yamato-class battleship.                                                                                                         She gave a nonchalant shrug, 

“Tsk. Tsk, I didn’t even want to meet another ship today, 

   [[ much less you. ]]

 The revenge-class ship stared off into the distance,                                                                                      –pretending as if Yamato wasn’t there. 

She needed to collect data on the ship.                                                                                                             This might just be her only change,                                                                                                           sailing into the Pacific was not her original intentions after all.

 However, above the surface. 

     She maintained her indifferent expression. 

"Well. Are you going to get out of the way? 

    = Shoo. You’re not wanted here." 

It was almost too satirical,                                                                                                                                  given how calm and collected she remained.

tsuki-no-miyako asked:

The cherry trees paled in beauty to that of the young woman known as Noriko. Though many tried to win her maiden heart none could tame her for there was only one she truly loved. Nagato stared at the woman before him his heart beating out of his chest "Noriko I-" just then, a red motorcycle came out of the distance it screeched to a halt in front of Noriko she stared wide eyed, it was the him! "Oh Pun-senpai it's you I truly love!"

~Reblog if you want a terrible, 3 sentence fan fiction in your ask, based on your url~


rigenadriftwooduniverse asked:

9: How does your character feel about religion?

“Oh man, there’s a loaded fucking question!” She laughs, taking a draw of the strange herbal concoction in a hand-rolled cigarette. “The cosmos is vast and unknowable, darling, there are things out there that we can’t even comprehend, and we’re happier that way.” Leaning back, she stares into this distance, a faint and wry smile on her lips. “Way I see it, the gods are real and you can be damn sure that you wouldn’t want to run into most of them in a dark alley. Beings of great and terrible power, yes? Is everything they say about them true? That, I couldn’t tell you… and hell, maybe it’s just a little bit better that way.”