last one forever not even kidding


endless moodboards of my favorite characters - [3/?]                                                harry kim // star trek voyager

↳   I think it’s safe to say that, no one on this crew has been more obsessed with getting home than I have. But, when I think about everything we’ve been through together - maybe it’s not the destination that matters. Maybe it’s the journey.

concerts are a safe place, somewhere you go to feel happy and carefree and get away from life’s stresses to go celebrate your favourite artists. and for this attack to have happened in such a place of joy is atrocious. this is gonna stick in the minds of the people there forever. the people that were primarily a young audience, including CHILDREN. i can’t properly express how devastating this is. parents sent their kids off thinking they were gonna have one of the best nights of their life, but it turned out to be one of the worst. that was the last some parents even saw them. i hope everyone stranded get home safely, i hope those injured pull through, i hope ariana doesn’t blame herself for something that isn’t her fault. i hope the poor people who had their lives snatched away from them so cruelly find peace.

BTS Reacts - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”

Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.

“I … what? Are… are you serious?”
( You nod in reply. )
“… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…” 

Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.

“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”

Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.

Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.”
( What are you saying, Jin? )
“… Will you be my wife?” 

Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:


Kim Namjoon: ‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:

“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”

Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.

“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”

Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes. You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.

“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”

This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3

That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot



“Why do you keep so many tea sets?”

The old man chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest grandchild.  While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood, porcelain, and china.

“Well, you know your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”

“But do you even use them?” the girl asked.  “They’ve got chips and cracks in them.  They wouldn’t make good tea.”

“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied.  “I suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to belong.”

The girl raised her eyebrows.  “You make it sound like they’re alive.”

“Well…” The old man’s voice took on a spooky tone.  “Sometimes they talk to me at night.”

The girl laughed. “No they don’t!”

“No, they don’t,” he agreed, laughing in return.  “But can’t an old man have his hobbies?  I like antiques!  I’m a collector, always have been!  You see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the mantel above the fireplace.  “It plays a lullaby if you open it. The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”

“Really?” The tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to the mantel and seized the box in her hands.  

“Careful!” The man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the box down with the utmost care.  She lifted open the box, revealing a tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose.  The rest of the inside was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of the lid.  She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.

At once, a little melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the rose to rotate slowly in place.  The girl sat, entranced by the box, while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.

“You won’t find a box like that anywhere else,” he finally said.  “That’s why it’s special.”

The girl waited until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to ask him a question.  But what she saw startled her into concern rather than curiosity.

“You’re crying, Grandfather!”  She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to wipe his tears away.  The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a song that should be cried over!

“Ah, well…” He smiled and let her wipe away his tears.  “You are very kind.  My mother used to sing that song for me.”  He didn’t need to say the rest.  

“Oh,” the girl whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” the old man reassured her, smiling.  “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”

“No,” the girl answered, grinning.  “You’re very cheerful.”

“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed.  “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.

“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie.  “Why I look after them like I do?  You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”

The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair.  “Okay.  Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.

“It’s because I used to be one myself.”

The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise.  She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious.  And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.


The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand.  “Magic.”

“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied.  “I was your age when this story took place.  It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”

“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.

“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper.  I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well.  Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”

“I bet they will.”  The girl slumped in her chair.  But soon she straightened up again.  “Was the queen really an inventor?”

“Best in the world,” he replied.  “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”

“Is the Enchantress still alive?”

“I have no idea. Probably.”

“Were the musicians really world-famous?”

“Of course they were.  Why would they lie?”

“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”

“No, they’ve been in the paper before.  I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”

“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people.  But then another thought stole her mind away.  “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”

“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”

“And Lumiere?”

“What do you want me to say about him?  The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…”  The man paused for a moment, lost in the past.  “Until he died.”

The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned.  She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years.  And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened.  Everyone else had already passed on.  

Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness.  Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him.  How proud they all were of him.

But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out.  Tick-tock, there’s not much time left.  And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.

And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough.  Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast.  Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.

“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.

“What is it?” she asked.  “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today.  Not a single word of it.  Write it down somewhere, make it a book.  And tell your grandchildren.  And have them tell theirs.”

“All right,” the child said.  “Is it that important?”

“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued.  “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too.  You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”

“That’s right,” she said.  “Mother told me that.”

“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world.  And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear.  But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”

He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family.  He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago.  It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.  

“Okay.  I promise I’ll do it.  And my children will do it too.”  

Chip smiled and closed his eyes.  He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike.  Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world.  They didn’t deserve to be fleeting.  They deserved to live on.  Through story, through song, through legend.

That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.

I’m not excited for our first kiss… I’m excited for the day that I get to kiss you when you’re sad and grumpy and it’s been about 5 years or so since the first kiss but you can still feel everything behind it. If not more. Heaps more. You can feel how much I’ve grown to love you over that time… how I’ve chosen you day after day and I still can’t get enough of you and I still want you to be happier than anything in this world.
Or I can’t wait till the day that I get to hold our kid in my arms for the first time and even though it’s gonna be one hell of a hot mess, you’re still going to kiss me like that. Like I am everything and like you’re the proudest person of me in my life. Like I just helped you start something more than us.
Or the day when I walk out of the temple with you. Hand in hand (because you promised me that you’d do that for the rest of forever.) And that first kiss when we walk out will be my last first kiss and because it’s going to mean the world to me. Because that’s the day we’re going to become one.
Or the day when we’re both old and I don’t look nearly as beautiful as I used to and I complain about the cold one more time. When you’ll just look at me and smile, take my hand, and kiss me with such an old love that I’ll know that I knew you before this life. A kiss that’s pretty much saying “you should know after 86 years that winter always comes but I love you more than the first winter we spent together. You are more beautiful now than when we met.”
Man. That’s what I’m excited for.
—  Cameron Stetson

anonymous asked:


Before we begin let me just say that this is Yuri’s child and nobody can tell me otherwise.

  • Otabek has always been a family man. It’s in his nature, his upbringing, practically coded in his DNA that he wants kids, no matter how he gets them.
  • Yuri, on the other hand, wants no part of it at all. Who could blame him, really? The poor kid never really had parents throughout the crucial stages of his childhood development.
  • They talked about it once, and Yuri had never shot down an idea so fast in all of their relationship.
  • But this all changes when Yuri holds Viktuuri’s baby for the first time. He could practically feel the overwhelming joy from the proud parents, and a whole new level of love he had never even seen before in his life.
  • He sat on the idea for a while, before finally walking up to Otabek one evening after dinner, his husband putting away the dishes he cleaned before Yuri finally said, “I want a baby.”
  • Daddy.exe has stopped working.
  • He dropped all six plates he was holding, a la danisnotonfire *ahem*Daniel Howell*ahem* and Butterfingers. He turned to Yuri and blinked, “come again?”
  • “A kid, Beka. I want a fucking kid.”
  • Otabek had never heard such an exciting idea coming from Yuri in his life, and after he cleaned the mess he made he made careful sure to lay Yuri gently that night, a soft, intimate moment of romance that seems to last forever and has the Russian in tears.
  • A few days pass when nothing happens, but then when it hits, it hits all at once. Yuri leaves all the time now to throw up, feeling weaker by the day and constantly feeling sore. Otabek gets worried, very worried, when after a couple weeks passes and the symptoms are still there.
  • One day Yuri doesn’t even come home, normally he’s already home and waiting for Beka when he comes back, but he’s not there, and that only worsens his worry. And finally, about an hour and a half later, Yuri comes home absolutely distraught.
  • There are tears soaking his face and he isn’t able to form coherent sentences, completely panicking as if he was given the worst news of his life. Beka’s really worried now, and it feels like no matter what he does he can’t calm Yuri down. Amidst the panicking and the unintelligable babbling through the tears, he finally shouts: “I’m pregnant!”
  • Everything stops, and in that moment between Yuri’s sobs Otabek lets out a relieved smile, the tears slipping from his eyes come from a different emotion as he pulls his expecting husband close, holding him tightly and…was he laughing or was he crying? They sounded the same. Petting his back, he cooed Yuri, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay and that everything was okay.
  • “I can’t do it, Beka, I can’t raise the baby I don’t know what I’m doing I can’t do it!”
  • But he did.
  • Yuri would get random cravings for sushi at three in the morning, but Otabek had to remind him that “no, Yuri, you can’t eat fish while you’re pregnant.”
  • When his muscles ached, Otabek would massage them for him. When his mood would swing around in whatever direction it pleased, Otabek would remain patient, pushing through it with him and keeping the level head.
  • During late nights sometimes, Yuri would cry, whispering, “I can’t do this, Beka. I can’t be Natasha, I won’t be.” and Otabek would just hold him close, a hand on his belly and whispering, “you won’t be her, Yuri, you’re so much better than her.” Yuri was so scared, but Otabek was always there.
  • They started to work on the nursery and such the moment Yuri was calm enough to begin. They just got the basics like diapers and whatnot, making the room a pastel yellow, with little patterns etched in on the wall, almost looking like Gallifreyan.
  • By the end of term, Yuri finally felt somewhat confident, prepared to tackle parenthood with Otabek by his side and nothing could stop him. That is, until he went into labour the moment he came to that conclusion.
  • “Beka, the baby’s coming!” … “She’s not due until next month!” … “Well she decided now, and I think that she has the final say!”
  • The baby was born a month early, worrying the hell out of both parents again. but she was healthy, she was happy, and she was beautiful.

You Were Beautiful Project DAY6

DAY6 ❤️: There’s nothing more beautiful in this world than when all the members are together. All the memories we’ve made so far are beautiful and I wish I’ll be able to remember everything forever. They’ve grown so much as a band in just 1 year and a half it’s amazing. Hope DAY6 will become a ‘super band’ just how the members wanted^^ Let’s walk together from now on or even more, let’s run together! DAY6 fighting!~

storm-writer  asked:

So like I have a headcanon that Lance is like super good with kids? Like they just love him. A lot. So say there's a battle right, and they aren't even in their lions; the paladins are just fighting with their bayards/hands. And it's a really tough one: there's Galra and civilians everywhere and it's just quite chaotic. Oh, and the Galra are blocking their coms which makes things even harder. Especially when Lance gets separated from the team. So after forever, the battle is finished, the last

Part 2;  last of the civilians are being escorted to safe locations. But theres still no Lance?? No one has a clue where he is/what happened to him and everyone is freaking out. But there’s still people trapped in wreckage from the fight so they can’t go off looking for him yet. So after a while, someone gets the coms back on, and they can hear Lance finally!! He sounds like he can’t breathe well but he says he’s fine and all. So someone ventures off and they’re trying his best to find him. And over

Part 3;  And over the coms it sounds like crying?? So that person starts running to where Lance’s com is coming from…. and they find like three alien kiddos who are clutching to Lance like he’s a lifeline and squeezing the life out of them and have been doing this for like the majority of the fight. They’re crying and they’re terrified, but Lance makes them feel a little less scared so they don’t want to let him go. And then even after all the repairs are done, they still follow Lance around so he calls them his space children or something (sorry this got really long)

I just fucking sobbed. 

FUck. im…..can someone pls write this???? bc my writing skill is on the floor right now and I really really need this omg. 

Does it help if I say my birthday is in like a month? no? comeon

Fuck, Storm, I’m so weak for Lance and I’m even WEAKER FOR LANCE + CHILDREN. 

Fuck, they must have been so so scared???? But then again, they are with Lance, so Lance tried to make a game out of everything and tried to distract them, and can we pls pls imagine him like humming and softly singing to them over the sounds of the battle or wahtever eerie silence is outside their hiding place???

And the entire team maybe listening through coms? Like????I’m so dead omg. JUST IMAGINE. THAT PLS. 

Also, ps. don’t u ever apologize bro!!!, these stuff makes me inseanely HAPPY and your ideas always make me w e a k. I love u so much.


Happy birthday to the greatest sunbeam on earth~! 

ya-oru  asked:

twins Jim & Jim hcs (not as ship, just as brothers) because i feel like it - 1)One Jim is older than the other for few seconds but that is not stopping him from acting like an older brother;; 2)When they were kids, if one of them stealing a cookie or something - he'll steal another one just for his brother;; 3)Both of them can't express themselves in public/on camera, but when they're with their family - they're going crazy;;

4) If one drops ice cream by accident - the other one will drop his own as well because he don’t want the other to feel bad;; 5)They have secret words that they use to talk with each other as a kids. sometimes they’re still using them just to remember the past;; 6)One Jim is a coffee man, the other is hoe for teas.

ALRIGHT LAST FEW I SWEAR 8)One Jim lives for dick jokes, the other one PRETENDS to hate them;; 9)They both starting to feel anxious if they were separated for longer than three days. They’re trying to deal with it because they both know that they can’t stay together forever;; 10)Even though when they were kids, they promised to each other that they’re gonna stay with together. Forever.


This is Our Life

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Sam x Cas x Reader
Word count: 1,196
Warnings: Couple swears
A/N: This is an AU :)

Coming down the stairs barefoot, you slipped your earrings in before pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail. “Cas?” You called out, not knowing where he’d gone off to that morning after he’d gotten out of bed. “Come on, babe, I have to be to school soon to set up.” You chuckled.

Cas came out of the kitchen holding your 6 month old daughter, Eliza. “Sorry, she was babbling in my ear, the radio was on, I had my laptop open, planning the lessons, and well…” He shrugged with that cute smile.

“Try not to let them wear you out.” You teased. Moving closer to them, you took Eliza from him and smiled at her. “Be good for Daddy, princess. Don’t be afraid to tell your older brother to play nice.” You tickled her belly, earning a laugh. “But, Mommy has to go to work. Dada will be home early today.” Kissing her cheek, you passed her to Cas, kissing him gently. “I love you. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

His blue eyes lit up, as they always did. “I love you, too.”

With that, you moved towards the door, slipping on your flats as you opened the front door. As you were closing it behind you, you heard your 4 year old son, Max, running down the stairs. “DAD!” You chuckled to yourself, knowing Cas was the best man for watching those two.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Is the ask box still open? If so, may I please have a tsukishima x reader scenario where Tsukki confesses to his childhood best friend when he thinks she's asleep but she's actually awake? Thanks so much!

This is so bad ;’)

There was once when Tsukishima came upon the saying, ‘Nothing lasts forever’. He snickered at it and forgot about it, that was till he met you at least. Once in a while, there would be somebody who would pop into the Middle Blocker’s life and stay. People like you, the ones that stood by him, were meaningful to his life and the highly guarded Middle Blocker would come undone before you.

You were his best friend, and he was yours. And Tsukishima couldn’t even remember the time when you both first met. Was it that time when he made a nasty remark about you when you both were kids? Or was it because your parents were best friends and that was how he knew you? Tsukishima couldn’t remember. All he knew was that you were one of the handfuls that stayed with him, for the longest time too.

Sleeping over at the Tsukishima’s household wasn’t a foreign thing to you, after all, you and Kei had been best friends for as long as you knew each other. The two of you used to sleepover at either of your houses every other weekend when you were younger. But when high school began, that became a rare event.

You had finally managed to squeeze in a good ol’ catch up with your friend and it was like everything you expected, and better. Laughs, problems, and tears (mainly yours) were exchanged and it was soon when the both of you were getting ready to get some shut-eye.

A hand brushed through your hair, only to realize it was Tsukishima’s long, bony fingers. You heard him let out a deep sigh but decided against asking him what’s wrong. Your backed faced him which convinced Tsukishima that you were asleep.

“I honestly can’t believe I fell for a person like you, I’m such a dumbass, aren’t I?” he whispered, then let out a soft chuckle, “but you’re the dumber one because you’re so oblivious to everything,” You heard the soft rustle of his pillow as he shook his head and the tiny clicks of his tongue.

“Maybe I’m the dumber one,” he mumbled “confessing to you in when you’re sleeping,” You always felt something between you and Tsukishima, but it never came across you that he actually had feelings for you, it really didn’t take you by surprise, however, everyone told you he did. You just chose to ignore them.

The blonde cut you off but whispering again, “Well, I’ll you know because I no I don’t have a shot,” and as he finished that he gently ran his fingers through your hair for the last time before letting out yet again, another breathy sigh.

You turned around, eyes closed, “Who said you didn’t?” you asked. You opened your eyes, sleep was evident. The pair of eyes across you grew wider, mouth gaping open. “You heard me?”

You nodded and frowned, “Of course I did, you do know I’m a sensitive sleeper, right?” He was at a loss for words, on one hand, he was glad you finally knew how he felt, but the on the other hand, Tsukishima wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. This was supposed to be a private and personal matter, and throughout this whole time, while he was ‘pouring’ his heart out, you heard every single bit of it? Truly unacceptable.

“Anyways,” you cleared your throat, “I never said I didn’t have feelings for you,” you stated, rather bluntly. “And, I’m not a dumbass, as a matter of fact.”

The silence was your only response, and Tsukishima couldn’t believe what he just hurt, “Wait, really?” was the only audible sound that came from him.

You nodded your head firmly, “Yes, really.” Tsukishima smiled through the dark, eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky. He wrapped and arm around you, and cleared his throat, “Will you, [Y/N] be my girlfriend?”

You looked at your clock, “It’s 3 am, seriously?” you asked, monotonous. “Don’t leave me hanging,” Tsukishima retorted, slightly annoyed.

You groaned, “Yes, I will be your 'girlfriend’.” you answered, frustrated. “Now, can I get some sleep?” you pleaded.

“Yes you may,” he said as he pulled you closer.

anonymous asked:

K but what if Gladions S/O died?

Originally posted by readyforpinof

This… this ask destroyed me, stopped my heart, drained all the blood from my body, and stole my breath.

I mustn’t-

How about-



  • Hoo boy, if you thought!!! Silvally was bad!!!
  • You know how they say people go through like five stages of grief when someone they care about dies?
  • Well, the first step in Gladion’s grieving is and will always be…
  • S E L F B L A M E
  • And this time his s/o isn’t there to tell him it’s not his fault.
  • Gladion though probably is the type to say that he should be used to this now after his father and his mother and basically everyone except Lillie and Null.
  • You though.
  • He’s always thought he’d die first!
  • Like, he even made a pact not to let anyone ever touch you or harm you and he’s very adamant about your protection.
  • So, he’s stunned to say the least assuming you were just killed all of a sudden.
  • He’s well aware that he should feel some denial.
  • It’s hard to deny when he’s standing there in front of your dead body.
  • Someone help him.
  • Screw denial, he goes straight to anger and then depression.
  • Like, for your funeral - very kindly arranged by your family and Hala and Hau and Lillie when it’s made clear that Gladion isn’t in an emotionally stable state - he’s just… completely running on sadness and despair.
  • He’s a bit like a puppet.
  • Silvally guides him everywhere like a guide dog.
  • When Silvally comes forward!!! And places a flower!!! On your casket!!!
  • heartbreak.mp3
  • It makes everyone cry and Gladion has to leave and pull himself together get some air arceus he needs air it’s like he stopPED BREATHING WHEN YOU DID GODDAMNIT-
  • breaks the fuck down when everyone has finally left and lashes out if anyone touches him
  • he ultimately passes out on top of your grave
  • Hau carries him back to your shared apartment and the moment he wakes up he books his motel room for two months he cannot stand all this evidence of you and his life with you without wanting to throw things.
  • Your Pokémon go to Lillie for the time being.
  • Gladion can’t even take care of himself??? Let alone??? Your Pokémon???
  • This goes on… probably for a year. People eventually get tired of visiting him and it comes to a point that Lillie only checks in once a week to make sure he eats and that his rent is all paid.
  • Maybe though!!! Gladion spots a kid leaving the Lush Jungle one afternoon when he finally decides to get air.
  • And he spots this little kid crying after once again being beaten by that freaking demon Laurantis.
  • The kid just so happens to have the same starter Poké as you.
  • this kid has like absolutELY NO FILTER
  • which is cute in theory but v baaad for our poor broken edgelord
  • “How did the Champion beat that Pokémon?”
  • Gladion kind of feels… a soft pain in his chest, it’s mostly tamped down by his fondness though.
  • “Sheer stubbornness.” 
  • He realises!!!
  • Who is Champion???
  • Immediately runs over to Lillie - who is running Aether in his absence - and asks for your Poké.
  • Everyone is shocked at first to see him at the League.
  • He has to give 3 different inspiring speeches about how you loved Alola and that means he loves it too and has to beat the Elite Four like seven times before they stop feELING SAD FOR HIM TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY GDI.
  • Seriously, becomes such a great and considerate Pokémon Champ though. His sense of Justice ensures this. The only Champion to collaborate with both their region’s “evil teams”.
  • The other Champions are baffled?? But intrigued??
  • He’s also got such a backstory can you imagine??
  • Such an inspiration to everyone who has heard his story.
  • Still goes to your grave every Saturday.
  • The Elite Four realise this and turn it into a League thing.
  • The League and every Trial site (except maybe the Dragon one) are closed on Saturdays to honour their fallen Champion.
  • Kind of ironic that Gladion would become closer to everyone in Alola and vice versa because of your death…
  • But, you’re proud of him.
  • He stays in the League long enough until the kid finally beats that Laurantis and he smiles when the kid walks up into the Champion room with that very Laurantis in their team!!!
  • “I’ll take you down too! Even if it takes forever!”
  • Gladion smirks. “And how will you do that?”
  • “Sheer stubbornness!” 
  • Gladion steps down happily five years later, handing the kid the last Type: Null and retiring to become the President of Aether while Lillie becomes Head Scientist.

Infinitely Wallflowers. (Chapter One)

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader II POV: Third Person. 

A/N: I was watching one of my favorite movies (Perks of Being A Wallflower) and decided that i’d have to make a spin-off with Peter. It isn’t exactly like the book/movie, It’s just my take with the characters from Marvel. I really hope you guys like it! Also, I couldn’t find the name of his friend anywhere, So i just used Patrick.

Warnings: Slight mentions of sexual content, Cussing, Bullying, High School, A little slow paced.

Words: 1,383 (Pretty sure that’s the highest word count i’ve had!)

Song to listen to:  could it be another change.

(Chapter two)

August 25th, 2016

Dear Journal,

I am writing in this because Aunt May told me to. She says it’ll be something ‘amazing’ to look back on in 20 years. I feel like this will be more of a reminder that I didn’t have any friends, that I never slept with that ‘one girl’, and i had those weird powers. Honestly if it were up to me, I would choose to forget these years, instead of preserving them for decades. I also wish I knew what the hell i’m doing with my life, but that’d be too easy. I don’t think anyone knows what the hell they’re doing, though. Anyway, I’m rambling. So, I guess this’ll be my life written down on paper.

Always, Peter P.

The minute Peter knew high school was going to be a disaster was when he took his first steps into the building. He couldn’t believe how boring and depressing the whole school was. Basically, everything was just bland. Bland…from the dimly lit crowded halls, where everywhere you looked someone was getting bullied, to the constantly loud students who seemed to never shut up. He tried to make his way to his locker, but the endless amount of people was so hard to get through.

Peter thought maybe his old friends from middle school would help him find out where everything was…or just talk to him, but the most he got from any them was a “Sorry, who are you?”, “Umm, try someone else,” and ‘Yeah, I don’t want to hang out with you,”…if they even bothered to give him a reply. Anyone else he tried to interact with either shrugged his presence off or rolled their eyes. Within the first hour of school, Peter could tell that High School was so much different than Middle School.

From then on, Peter made sure to keep his head down, stick to himself, and stay out of trouble.

At that point, almost halfway through the first day of many to come, most people were probably envisioning how the rest of their school years would go. But as Peter was almost pushed to the ground for simply opening his locker, he was dreaming about his last day of high school…which looked like heaven from where he was standing.

To pass the time, in one of Peter’s classes, he decided to count how many days until graduation. He thought maybe it’d give him a glimmer of hope - the same kind he had before he walked to school that morning. But it actually made it much worse.

Turns out, it’d be 1,385 days until he was officially out.

1,385 days of pure, fiery hell.

His last class was workshop. It was his easiest class, But also the one he hated the most. because it was taught by the worst teacher in the whole school - Derrick Jones, AKA Ponytail Derrick. He overheard some students call him that, even to his face. Peter could go on forever listing why he hated Mr. Jones, but it was really because Jones happened to be dating his Aunt May. Normally, Peter wouldn’t be so protective over May, but something was off about Ponytail Derrick. Peter couldn’t place his finger on it, but he just couldn’t trust him.

“Kids, I’m going to give you the hardest assignment a teacher can possibly give on the first day, and it’ll only get worse from here,” a student said from behind the teacher’s desk. Peter was pretty sure his name was Patrick. The only upside to being in Ponytail Derrick’s class was getting to witness Patrick’s pure genius. He was easily the best class clown in the whole school. And he even managed to never really come off as being mean-spirited - he was just making the freshmen feel comfortable. And it made basically the whole class roar with laughter.

“Ahem.” Everyone’s eyes went wide, realizing that Derrick Jones himself was standing at the doorway. Hopefully he hadn’t been standing there for the whole thing.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr…?” Mr. Jones huffed in rage, staring down the whole class - even the small amount of people who didn’t laugh. And even though Patrick was getting the death glare, He still stood his ground, With a smirk on his face.

“It’s Patrick. You either call me Patrick, or Nothing.”

“Okay, Nothing. Get back to your seat.” Patrick was surprised to see Ponytail Derrick call him out, He didn’t actually think Derrick had the guts to do it.  He nonchalantly meandered back to his seat, not even a little embarrassed. Peter just couldn’t understand how to not be completely red in that situation.

But that’s what was different from Peter and other kids - he was a shy, socially awkward, know-it-all wallflower…not to mention the fact that he was a fucking superhero. He still couldn’t believe it. Peter didn’t think he could ever be normal, and that’s what everyone wanted, right? To have normal friends and live a normal life. Not having to take risks and be stable. Peter actually longed for that. To finally not be an outcast. If he was ever considered normal even by the slightest, he would be happy.

As soon as Peter walked out of the class, he knew he wanted to try and talk to Patrick. He remembered what May had told him before he went off to school:

“You know, they say if you make one friend on your first day, you’ll do well. So put yourself out there. All you have to do is try. Just try, for me.”

Just one friend. It couldn’t be hard. Except he had gone the whole day without any good interactions directly. Apparently no one was nice. And he didn’t want to force himself to make friends with people he hated. If he was going to have a friend, he would do it right. And the one person who seemed okay could possibly be a asshole. But he really hoped he wouldn’t be.

Peter closed his locker, looking around the hallway to see if maybe Patrick was there. The deal he made with himself was that if he saw Patrick, he would talk to him. If not, then he could go home without having a socially-caused heart attack. He decided that tomorrow would be a better day. He just wouldn’t go through high school doing the same thing every day, wasting away time he could never get back. How he could do better? He had no idea. He just knew that something needed to happen,

And that’s when Peter saw her. “Holy shit,” Peter muttered under his breath. To say he was awestruck  would be an understatement. She was chatting with Patrick, leaning against one of the lockers, laughing at something funny. She had this unconventional look of beauty, not in a weird or bad way, but in a way that he could tell she was one of a kind. Everything from how she dressed, which looked straight from a 90s teen film, to the way she looked when she was filled with joy. A little part of him wanted to make her laugh like that again, but the other part was screaming at him to stop staring like an idiot and leave before anyone noticed.

But it was a little too late for that.

Suddenly, she looked in his general direction, Probably looking for one of her friends or something, but he knew that she saw him. Peter was completely frozen. Of course. And to make it worse, she actually made eye contact with him. Fuck.

But instead of saying something mean, or telling him to mind his business, she just smiled at him. A warm, true smile. Peter basically melted, cause holy shit she just smiled at him. And he managed to awkwardly wave, trying his best not to look like a lovestruck puppy.

“Y/N!” a person shouted, without a care in the world that the whole school could hear them scream her name. The girl whipped her head around to see her friend, hugging them like she hadn’t seen them in one million years.

Y/n. He repeated that name in his head a few times, soaking it in. It was a beautiful least that’s what he thought.

It fit her perfectly.

carolinesforbessalvatore  asked:

It was really amazing and beautiful how Caroline needed Stefan to know she understood the sacrifice he made and he died knowing that and them promising eternal love for each other (only ship that got that I believe )

Someone pointed out that Caroline had to tell him that she understood why he did what he did because she didn’t want him to think she hated him, that was always Stefan’s greatest fear with Caroline. And yes I believe only Steroline got the actual eternal love claim in the end, no one else has ever gotten a mutual “I will love you forever” and we saw that both of them still wore their wedding rings in the time jumps (Stefan in the afterlife which was at least 60 years from then since Damon died.) Caroline’s chosen path was to open a school for supernatural kids and help them with their abilities just like Stefan helped her when she became a vampire. She’s carrying on that legacy and she even named it Salvatore and now operates it out of the Salvatore house because she’s the last remaining Salvatore. It’s very bittersweet but they’re both still so connected to each other and it shows that they really will love each other forever and someday they will find peace together as Caroline said “we’ll see him again.”

| abstruse | Bill Cipher

ok so a warning in advance i wrote this premise at three in the morning so its prob gross and unedited bc i dont feel like reading it over right now. also its a two shot so the next part will come another time




1. difficult to understand; obscure.

The first time you met him you were but a child.

Evening long gone, you stared through your curtains into the darkness, moonlight shining through the silky material and making a dreamlike bath of silver onto your bed.

You kicked your legs restlessly. Summer had begun to creep in and you were becoming agitated with the weather. With this in mind you wrestled off your blankets, no more a cool swaddle of comfort but hot and constricting.

The closet creaked.

You stiffened. You could only see through a sliver of the opening, but it was terrifying. Your foolish imagination pictured something staring at you from the darkness, some unknown monster ready to devour you.

A whimper forced itself from your throat as you pulled the covers back over you, drawing them up to your neck. You looked away but that only made it worse; the fear of what could be there intensified - and if you weren’t looking then what would stop it from devouring you?

So you switched to staring the closet down again, only to lose your wits and look away, the cycle repeating. At the end you were shivering, soaked in sweat as you shut your eyes tight.

I’m going to d-die, mommy, daddy, h-help-!


At the voice your thoughts came to a halting stop. 

“Well if that’s not dramatic, I don’t know what is, kid.”

You were still tense, small hands grasping the sheets so tight you could rip them apart. A hot fear pressed itself into your stomach, but childish curiousity won out, and the world came back into vision as your eyes snapped open.

A wide eye stared back owlishly.

Your lips parted to let out a silent scream, frozen in shock. The eye blinked, an inky black pupil dilating as it examined you. 

The horrifying thing was that you had sworn it had just been bright gold.

“W-Who-” Your bottom lip trembled. Another look proved that the creature didn’t have one eye, no the other was just covered in a weird cloth - you had seen the same thing in one of the pirate picture books in your living room. 

Actually this may not even be a creature. The longer you stared it proved that while a stranger, the man in front of you looked every bit like, well, a man, and not the monster you were imagining. 

The stranger adjusted his eyepatch, leaning back so that you were given an even better vantage point. He rocked on his heels and moved to the left in a motion so smooth it was like he was walking on air. Your stomach squeezed when you realized he was. 

“Go away!” You said, voice shaking but defiant. The man only raised a single eyebrow. 

You did what you were used to doing to escape the monsters. You closed your eyes so tight the skin burned and covered your face. 


He was still there, impossibly. His gaze rested on your form and he snickered, leaning on his cane. You opened your eyes again in fright.

“Not gonna work, kid,” He tapped his finger to his head. “Can’t escape what’s in your mind.”

“M-My mind?” You mouthed uselessly, barely processing this, but easily distracted. The clockwork in your head ground slowly. “So you’re my im-ima-” What was that stupid adult word. “-imagination?”

“There’s a difference to being from your mind and in your mind, kid.”

You screwed up your face. “You make no sense mister.”

He giggled again, and it really was a giggle, one that stretched his lips too wide along snow white teeth and rose uneasy goosebumps to your arms. “I don’t make sense? You are awfully polite to someone you don’t know, who invaded your room in the middle of the night.”

You were dutifully reminded that yes, he was exactly that as soon as the words left his mouth. The fear that had left and been replaced with naive confusion and curiousity instantly came slamming back into you.

As if sensing your terror, his eye flashed gold again. You had no time to feel good that you hadn’t been crazy earlier as he invaded your personal space to get right in your face, a smooth, gloved hand pressing a finger into your temple. 


This time, when you screamed, it wasn’t silent.

You were bawling by the time your parents burst through your bedroom door, snot bubbling in your nose and tears leaving salty trails down your cheeks.

Through the cooing questions of ‘what’s wrong honey’ and pats of comfort, you just managed to spot the man watching you with the same grin.

You pointed. “There! Mommy there!”

You could only look in disbelief when your parents turned back to you. The expression on their faces was one you were too accustomed with. The same look they had when you dropped a plate of cookies because they had been too hot and you were impatient. The same look they had when you got frightened of something in a movie and they had to remind you that it wasn’t real. 

The same look they’d had countless times when you told them of monsters in your closet.

“Darling,” Your mom sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no one there. Do you want to sleep with us tonight?”

You held straight eye contact with the man as he winked, putting a finger to his lips before disappearing.

The second time you met him must have been at least four years later.

You’d been getting ready for school, adjusting yourself in the bathroom. You washed your face, looked up, and there he was in the mirror, looking back.

You shrieked.

The heel of your foot hit the door as you lurched back, and you lost your balance, slamming your head into the wall with a pained grunt.

“Y/N?” The muffled voice of your dad came from somewhere in the house.

“I’m fine!” You yelled back unconsciously, far too occupied, still rubbing your head while your vision spotted.

The man sighed.

“Just as clumsy it seems,” He mused before phasing out of the mirror like it was nothing, looking around your bathroom. A flash of amusement passed through his eyes and you realized in horror a pair of underwear you possessed was hanging off the towel rails. You grabbed it, face burning.

He scrunched up his nose in mock disgust, before his expression went neutral as he rolled his eye. “Please kid. You’re like what, five? Calm down.”

“I am not five,” you bristled, defensive of your age. “I turn ten this year. Ten!” You held up all your fingers, proud of the achievement. Ha!

The man let loose a laugh, that odd one, the hollow scrape of pitch that echoed against the walls. 

“I’m surprised you remember me,” He tilted his head, and the floating top hat followed the movement.

Of course you did.

That night had traumatized you as a kid. You couldn’t begin to remember all the nightmares dreams you’d had about him since then. Always grinning, always behind you, looping his cane around your body at the last moment to pull you into the void.

“I guess,” was all you said. It was a relief to see that you weren’t insane and imagined that as a kid, or at least that you were just forever crazy, even now. 

He hummed, crossing his legs in the air as he invaded your personal space yet again. You tensed.

“I’m not scared o’ you,” You told him, stressing the words in case he didn’t hear you properly. He snorted.

“Says the one scared of make believe monsters in their closet.”

“I-you-” You sputtered. “All children were scared of that at point! I was only a kid!”

He seemed the most amused at this. “I’m pretty sure you’re still a kid, but whatever floats your boat, brat.”

The outright staring competition that took place after that was broken when he cupped his chin in his hand, his eyes lidding.

“Aren’t you late for something?”

You narrowed your eyes at him before jolting, wiping your hands on your skirt and running out of the bathroom. “School!”

He trailed behind you lazily, and you weren’t surprised when your parents didn’t notice the snickering man, flailing upside down in the air beside you in the car.

“Y/N, didn’t I tell you to stop messing with my hair?” Your mom stared at you in the rear view mirror.

“B-But!” You held out your innocent hands but she only sighed in disappointment and turned her eyes back to the road. You shot a glare at the man, who only let a Cheshire grin cross his expression.

He didn’t stop following you after that.

Whether it be at school, or at home, or wherever you went actually, it was like you had a persistent imaginary friend. That’s what you had convinced yourself he was - since no one could see him but you; however as you grew older you started to waver on that theory when the things he did would affect the real world.

(Like that one time he got mad at your fifth grade teacher and splashed her coffee mug all over her blouse with a monotone “oops”.)

You didn’t ask him why he was always around, and to be fair you didn’t want to know. At first he had been a pest, and you had been very adamant on getting him to leave you alone. But as the days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and then to years, you grew worried of the exact opposite. 

When had he left such a permanent stamp on your life? Was it when he saved you from tripping into a ditch that one time in third grade? Or when he gave hell to the guy who had embarrassed you in seventh grade by pretending to like you only for it to be a prank? (The look on his face when an invisible gust of wind knocked him off balance and his bag into the mud, giving him a makeover from the splash will forever make you collapse into giggles.)

“Why did you do it?” You remember asking, mascara running down your face - why did you bother dressing up for him, for this “date”, he was just like the rest, you were an idiot - when you got home that day. The glove wearing psychopath that followed you around did not care the most about you, this you knew from experience and many embarrassing memories. So why, at times, did he make it seem like he did? 

Your imaginary friend only stared at you blankly, making you shiver. He got like this sometimes - where his grinning persona would falter and you got a glimpse at the insanity beneath. There were occasions when it slipped, when he would hurt you and not worry about it - you were not mentioning that knife accident - or when he would just stare into space like a statue. 

This was one of those moments. Your hand was frozen with a baby wipe, in the process of wiping your mascara off while he stared at you with something swirling in that bottomless, pitch black void of his eye. He called you kid all the time, but the look now on his face was unreadable, timeless, as if he had been around for such a long time it was incomprehensible for you, seen things you couldn’t imagine. 

His head tilted, blonde tufts of his hair falling in front of his eye-patch. You blinked and then it was over, whatever had been there was gone and he was grinning like normal.

“Why not?” He rolled his eye, flicking your head so that it clonked painfully into the mirror. You yelped and whirled around to give him a piece of your mind but he was already gone. You rubbed at the spot on your temple that would have been bruising if any of that was real.

Yes, if it was real. You had learned long ago that while the bane of your life could mess with the outside world to a certain degree, he couldn’t actually touch you at all. It was only in your mind that he projected into when he did.

Still, pain he formed in your mind hurt just as much as in real life.

You stared at your reflection, dropping the dirty wipe into the garbage limply.


“What?” His voice was startled in a way that you had never heard before. 

You blinked. You had gone to take a dip in the pool, and as you floated on the water’s surface, peering up, it had come to you.

“I said, Bill,” you repeated. “I can’t keep calling you ‘imaginary friend’ my whole life.”

He had never given you a name for him, and you in turn, like you always did, never asked. But he had been in your life for way too long, and you needed something to tie him down, something tangible you could finally latch his presence to.

Maybe that’s why he looked at you that way once the word left your lips. Maybe he didn’t want to be tied down.

“Why ‘Bill’?” He asked after a long silence, sitting on top the water’s surface as easily as you were floating.

When you didn’t answer he grew impatient and hooked your ankle with his cane, pulling you closer with a deadly tilt in his expression. “Why. Bill.”

While he didn’t actually pull you to him - again, he couldn’t touch you - the image in your mind of him doing so had distracted you enough that you lost your careful poise and floundered under the surface. You came up spluttering, hair sticking to your face and your mouth.

“What the hell,” You batted the water harshly with your palm, sending a splash at him with an annoyed tick of your eyebrow. 

The water phased right through him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/N.”

You stopped. It was never Y/N. It was always ‘kid’, or some other ridiculous nickname he gave you. Whenever he said your actual name you knew he wasn’t joking around.

“I don’t know,” You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the brick pattern of his shirt. The shirt accompanied with his bow-tie and dapper but messy look over-all somehow just…fit the name perfectly. “It suits you.”

The man eyed you before laughing into a gloved hand. It bordered on the brink that you wondered if he was really okay, but eventually he stopped, shaking his head with a smile that let you know he had some kind of inside joke you weren’t aware of.

“What?” You asked. “Making fun of the name?”

“Not at all,” He mused, snapping the end of his glove onto his wrist, and you pretended you weren’t fascinated by the way the soft material accentuated his skin. “Bill, I like it.”

“Really?” You said, mouth open before you cleared your throat. “I mean, uh, okay.”

“Really,” He clarified, that glint in his eye again showing there was something you were definitely missing before he stretched his arms above his head. 

Just like that he was gone.

You absorbed his absence, going back to floating, the clouds looking to be pieces of taffy in the sky.

Wonder when he’s coming back this time, you wondered absentmindedly. 

Bill - yes, we were sticking with this - was sporadic. Sometimes you went to bed, and he was still there in the morning. Sometimes he followed you around for weeks at a time before he disappeared. But he always did, fading into the air around you like he was never there. 

He could leave and be back in five minutes, or you wouldn’t see him again till the next month. Once he didn’t return for almost a whole year and you wondered if you were finally regaining your sanity, but alas, you found him lounging on your bed when you arrived home from school. 

You always wondered where he was going, but you didn’t bother to ask him. (You were scared, too scared, you never asked him anything) He had a life just like you did, so there was no point.

You made a finger gun with your hand and halfheartedly flicked it to the sky.



Let’s say you’re good at what you do
(You are)
And you know what you’re talking about
(You do)
And let’s say, for a brief moment, your masks are off.
Who are you?

You are “baby”
You are tender kisses on rosy cheeks
And gentle hugs that fill the spaces you didn’t even know were empty 
Sunday picnics and picture perfect nights under the open skies
You are spring breeze laughs–playful and lively
With smiles that never end
(Until they do)
(Nothing lasts forever)
(You learned that young)
(Maybe too young)

You are “boy”
A bane, a curse, a reason
More fuel to the fire
Sharp glares, sharper words
You see life through the shattered plates you didn’t break
And the walls with the imperfect holes that crack and crumble
Like you’re pretty sure you will one day

You want to climb through and live there
Find nebulae in the spider webs
And new worlds in the shadows
Away from this purgatory
From this hell
(This is your penance)
(What was your sin?)

But he loves you
You love him
(I’m sorry)
Everything is fine
(Make it stop)

You feared it would last forever
(Nothing lasts forever)
(You learned that young)
(You’ve never been more grateful)

You are “B”
You are a too-skinny body hiding a too-devastating anger
And an even more scarred heart

He asks you your name and you laugh
And laugh
What does it matter?
You hate the sound of it anyway

So he gives you one
Crafts it with his own hands
Gently molds it to cover the worst of the hurts
With clay made of schoolyard memories and snapshots of success and adrenaline and glory and life
(Two kids in over their heads)
(You’ve never been happier)

Because he sees the marks
(He sees ones you didn’t even know you had)
And he understands
(You don’t know whether to love him or hate him for that)
And he reminds you with gentle words and midnight kisses
branded into skin that will never stop burning
(What does it mean when you don’t want it to stop)

You want it to last forever
(Nothing lasts forever)
He tells you it will
(Haven’t you learned anything)
You want to believe it
(But you are your father’s son)

—  When Fortune Favors the Weak

Living room + office

Hello everyone. Yes, it’s been quite awhile since we moved to our new house, but we never really made a house tour post as I said I would. Life is busy with six little ones, and since we just recently completely redecorated our office and living room - maybe it’s not a bad thing we never did the house tour after all?

I’m not sure if you can remember when I first wrote about us moving, but you can then see the post by clicking on this link. I have only posted photos of our kitchen, which you can also see in the post linked. But now that we have finished our living room + office thingy, with help from our lovely neighbors, I feel alright with showing it to you. As you can see, then it’s nothing crazy, really. We finally have a TV though, haha. We haven’t had a TV for quite some time now, and although we don’t really watch a lot of television, it’s nice to be able to sit down and enjoy a few hours with a movie, or some TV-shows with the husband + kids, without having to look at a tiny laptop screen, haha (oh, and don’t worry. The fireplace is not actually real fire, so the kids and our pet fox are all safe, and so are we).

We are all pretty happy with how the living room looks, but Damian and I agree that we need to decorate the walls with more family photos!

Our “office,” is honestly just the place I can sit in front of our computer and work on my books, or go online shopping (however, I mostly use my laptop to shop online) - I actually just ordered tons of clothes from the @togetherstore last week, so if some of you are looking for a place to shop clothes for your little ones, this, in my opinion, is the perfect place to go!

As you can see in the photos above, I did have a little problem getting proper photos of the room without any kids in them. I even had to be rude, and ask Emily and Max to step away at some point, and it still took me FOREVER to get the first photo - especially with this annoying curious fox cub with his nose all up in the lens! And yes, I should have waited until all of the children had gone to bed, but I didn’t think about that until I began to write on this post and it was too late, haha.

And before I end the post. As you can see, the little twins have become better and better at standing on their own. I still can’t believe they’ll be 10 months old soon!

Assassination Classroom: The Final Episode

Honest talk?

I got more emotional in this episode than I did in the one before, when Korosensei died.

I don’t know why! It’s like, two minutes into Episode 25 and I’m already about to cry.

And thank you, Lerche. For a wonderful last episode. Even if they didn’t animate the holding hands scene, it was amazing and now I’ma crawl into a hole forever because it’s over.

It starts out okay enough…

Keep reading


the sky outside is cold and gray
like the sidewalk
that you have to force yourself to walk on
because if you walk in the road
you might never walk back out of the way


hearts are floating around school
around the office
around the world
you cannot find your own in your chest
it doesn’t work right anymore


the days are passing faster now
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
they tick off the clock like they’re cliff-diving
you want to follow them
off the edge


spring has hit and you’re still stuck in the same spot
with your brother getting married
your mother is so in love with her new husband
your father is happy with his new life of two children, a dog, and a woman
who you’ve never met


you spend all of your nights out dancing
fucking people who don’t know your name
because the alternative is never forgetting his name
that would be the death of you


he walks by you on the street
looks right through you
while his name is on your lips like a prayer
so what if he forgets you?
you’ll wake up forever reaching for him


the sun is hot
it burns your skin where it touches
you wear long sleeves even when it’s 80 degrees
you tell your friend you want to die
no one calls the cops


school is starting
books papers kids hallways pencils
a life-long repetition of monotony
that you can’t stand
but you can’t escape


you are a hollow-eyed ghost in the hallways
the teachers are asking you how much sleep you got last night
you reply,
but it comes out as “enough”


people run the streets with masks and screams
it is nothing compared to the noise inside your head
fall has hit full-blast
the leaves as red as your blood
that you love so much now


you do not eat at Thanksgiving
you are a withering


it’s been almost a year now
the streets are wet again
the sky is gray
you are in ruins
you can’t feel your toes

—  year-long hate; l.m.