last one of the evening i promise!

After holding his two daughters, ages two years and six months, in his arms one evening, Dudley begins to think about the last two generations of his family, and vows he won’t let these two end up like his mother and his aunt, or like himself and Harry. He won’t. These girls will be sisters and friends, draw on each other as a source of strength.

As a reminder of his promise, he gets two tattoos the next day - a bunch of petunias on the inside of one arm, an array of lilies on the other. 

When he hugs his daughters, they’ll feel his love through both

What do they need to fire Jill? Do we need to drop in the rankings? I mean we placed last in our own tournament, didn’t even make bronze in the Olympics, the lineups look like trash, respected vets have been mistreated and alienated, and now this BS on the roster?

If Jill is cutting the “aging” players, how is Lloyd allowed to stay? (Side note, we all know Broon should be wearing the arm band. Everyone knows this, it’s just a fact.) And this can’t be solely about age because Sonnett didn’t get the call up. Promising players (Ohai for one) left off and proven entities like Krieger and (sorta) Sonnett cut?? I straight up do not understand.

USSF leaving the women with Jill feels like a punishment for taking a stand against the federation. Krieger is still easily a top RB in the world, if she’s not THE top RB. Solo should be invited back and it’s entirely a political move to keep her off the roster—she is the best keeper in the game, FACT. Hinkle has been shown time and again to fail at the international level. Kling keeps getting burned and she’s still getting a call? And (throwback) giving Pinoe a spot on the Olympic roster even though she was barely removed from rehab for that knee? And honestly, Lloyd has taken a dive off a cliff in the last year; she can’t make it a full 90 and does not create or operate properly in the mid. She relies entirely on the work of teammates and blames them for her own inadequacies. (I’ll be honest, I have a whole separate Lloyd rant so this really isn’t the place…) I don’t understand the logic of Ellis’ choices. It honestly feels as though she doesn’t watch NWSL games or pay proper attention to the GAMES SHE’S EVEN COACHING.

See the youth, grow the program, whatever. You can (and should) do all of that without losing every game for poor tactics and shitty lineups. Past coaches have been fired for better results and Ellis sticking around is unbelievable and untenable. The women deserve better, and so do we.

After med school, I came home to Mystic Falls. It felt right. It’s where I wanted to grow old and I did. And that’s my life: weird, messy, complicated, sad, wonderful, amazing, and above all epic. And I owe it all to Stefan. When I met him, I had lost my parents and I was dead inside, but he brought me back to life and I’m going to live it as best I can for as long as I can. Even after our long and happy life together, Damon is still worried he’ll never see Stefan again, that he’ll never find peace. But I know he’s wrong because peace exists. It lives in everything we hold dear. That is the promise of peace, that one day after a long life, we find each other again.
—  Elena Gilbert’s last words
“Hey, what happens if I–”

Ted the Animator: “Oh no.”

Carl the Animator: “I haven’t even said it yet!”

Ted the Animator: “The last time you raised a ‘hypothetical’ question, we almost got blacklisted by China Buffet.”

Carl the Animator: “This has nothing to do with spring rolls, I promise.”

Ted the Animator: “…alright, then, proceed with the idea.”

*19 seconds later*

Ted the Animator: “I… you… what have you done?!”

Carl the Animator: “I got rid’ve half the running loop frames!”

Ted the Animator: “…they look like their legs are spinning in circles!”

Carl the Animator: “And when we one day need to do a scene featuring people with have helicopter legs, you’ll thank me.”

Those Four Words

Summary: “You absolute fucking prick.”

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention

A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester@insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.

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“Hey.”

Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.

(He gets his wish).

“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical London downpour.

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Testosterone Boys

Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi ft. Taehyung
Synopsis: 
A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far.
Genre: Smutty, Angst
Word Count: 7.1k
Part 1 of 2


Originally posted by dreamyoongi


“No! It’s not happening.”  

“C'mon. It’s harmless. Seriously, it’d be like a chill thing.”

“No, Yoongi. There’s no way I’m doing that.”

“Why not? There’s seriously no ill feelings behind it, I only need them for a little bit and then you’ll get it back.”

“Why can’t you take no for an answer, Loser. I’m not giving you my underwear. Bye.”  

Yoongi sighed as he followed you outside of the house party to the backyard. The music pounded through the walls from inside, blaring fast beats and obscene profanities, echoing past numerous houses down the street. The cold air hit your cheeks that were tinted red from the alcohol and the heat of the copious amounts of bodies ‘bumping and grinding’ on one another.  

Even outside, the yard was filled with scattered groups and couples. Each of them drinking from those infamous red, plastic cups, taking hits off of each others blunts, or connected to their partners lips. Pushing past them was no easy task, consistently bumping into intoxicated bodies as you made your way to the empty swinging loveseat.

You ran your hand through your hair as you sat, attempting to catch a breath. The party was suffocating. It seemed as though people flooded every room, corner, crevice and pocket the household had. The bathroom; occupied by two girls from your Literature class going down on the All-Star Quarterback whose only response to the disturbance was “Do you wanna join?”

The bedrooms were either locked and if they weren’t you wouldn’t dare go into them anyways. Oh no, you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d ever gone to a house party of this size. Turns out, High Schoolers were a lot kinkier than you could ever have thought.  

Any other room was full of people trying too hard to impress their peers when in the end it didn’t even matter. You never saw the point in these fiascos. High School lasts 4 years and then it’s over with and you don’t ever see these people again. They weren’t important to you in the long run.

So, why were you here in the first place? Well you could thank your 'best friend’ for that. Park Jimin. After well, years, of begging for you to try another party saying, “It won’t be like the first one, I promise. I won’t leave your side and we’ll have fun, just the two of us, okay?” He finally got you to agree to try it once more making him swear he really wouldn’t leave you alone at any point during the party. But, here he was; weak as a kitten as soon as his ex walked in, begging for some alone time to 'talk’.

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Your bad driving caused you to not get hired.

(warning: long story)

Background: I work for a construction company that has many divisions but I work in the new construction section. I’ve been working at this company for about 5 years but actually worked along with my Dad who had 30+ years at the same company. Because of his long tenure in not only the field but with the company I got a lot of inside perks. I created a lot of very beneficial professional relationships through him. My dad recently became very sick (suffering from liver and throat cancer stage 4) and had to stop coming to work. My Dad and I were the only office guys in the department, so once he stepped away I became number 1 guy in the department, making all the decisions. This detail will come into play later.

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Tips From a Trans Guy

-Walk tall, confidence is the key in everything you do. As a transgender individual not everyone will take you seriously but you need to be strong.

-Shave the fuzz. A smooth face is better than a fuzzy face.

-Vests honestly work to hiding chest thingies. Bajas do as well.

-Finding pants can suck for people. Even cis guys who lift unfortunately. Levis have these amazing jeans. They’re athletic fit which helps around the hips, and thighs which is my issue.

-Acne will suck once you go on T. Wash your face twice a day with soap and water. Acne wipes will help during that time. Lemon water (drink it, or you know I’m sure you can rub it all over) also clears skin and serves other amazing purposes.

-When using the boys bathroom, do not talk, do not interact. Do your business and leave. Do not make eye contact. It’s not the same as using a bathroom with feminine individuals.

-Dating can be hard. You look younger than you really are which sometimes isn’t a good thing. People younger than you will also be all over you. Like teenagers. Do not give in! One day you won’t look like a baby (cross your fingers), that means hopefully people your own age will date you! You could also try getting a tattoo if you’re old enough so people know you’re older than 18 .-.

-Also with dating. It’s a whole lot different as a man. You’re no longer girlxgirl or girlxguy (well the last one is possible but you won’t be the girl anymore). The dynamic is so different. It might take time to get your groove back so don’t get frustrated.

-As you get older and start passing (you’ll get there!). Privileges will open up to you. Your world will change. But that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole! You don’t need to be a feminist but remember what it’s like to be a women and how the world treated you.

-Bullying can suck, even if you have an amazing support system. I have a warning for you. Do Not Engage. They will pick fights. Yes stand up for yourself but do not stoop to their level. Stay strong and keep your head up. You’re more than them.

-You will lose friends. It sucks but your true friends who are meant to be in your life will stick by you to support you. You will have an amazing support system even if you don’t have one now. If your family isn’t supportive then you can create your own in the future.

-Last but not least, be you. Stay amazing. Stay you. You’re perfect and some day people will see that. I promise.

What I’d like for my 24th Birthday

Hello Tumblr, not entirely sure who still pays any attention to this ol’ washed up blog, but in about 1 minute I’m going to be 24 years old. I don’t want any fanfare, no fuss, no muss.

If ya’ll aren’t already aware, I am a proud Armenian currently living in Canada, and for the last day or so, I’ve been blogging about a movie that was released very recently. “The Promise” starring Christian Bale (Batman) and Oscar Isaac (Poe Dameron.) It’s a movie out of Hollywood about the Armenian Genocide, the very, very first of its kind. 

The only thing I want for my birthday is for you, all of you, to get on imdb and give the movie a ten star rating (You can sign in with your facebook to do so.). This is to offset the ignorant thousands (Essentially Turkish 4chan) giving it a one-star before it had even been seen by that many people, in their effort to suppress the movie’s success and hide the Genocide from the rest of the world, something the Turkish Government has been trying to do since the atrocities of over 100 years ago, on April 24th, 1915. (Great Birthday for an Armenian, don’t you think?)

That’s all I ask, really. All I can really ask. Being in the industry, I can tell you this movie is an exceptionally well made piece of cinema, no expense was spared, and in my opinion, it’s Oscar Isaac at his best. But it is not a nice movie. It take places during a Genocide. And it’s not light handed about this fact. If you’d like to see it as well, then thank you for that. That would make me so happy. It would make my entire community happy. I thank you all in advance.

Alright, back to tumblr with you all. Shnorhagalem kez. Shatt Merci. Thank you.

Perfect Ten

Summary:  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with.  After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.   


“You’re getting kinda chubby!”  

Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning:  Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.

Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.  

Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively.  “Wait, what?”  is all he can think to say.

Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him.  “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”

Dean folds his arms defensively.  “Then what did you mean, Charles?”

“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor.  Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds.  Maybe getting a bit of a tummy.  It’s no big deal.”

Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach.  Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas:  lots of baking pies, burgers, etc.  He didn’t think it was noticeable.  

Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder.  “You don’t have to look so glum about it!  It’s cute.”

Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt.  “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily.  “I’m a warrior.

Charlie laughs again.  “Alright, warrior.  Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”

With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices.  He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it.  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.  

His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him.  Now, that seems to have changed.  

Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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Hey, it’s me. You probably don’t want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down memory lane.

I’m sorry how everything turned out, how we can’t even keep a text conversation past ‘how are you’ and 'good.’ How everything seems to be tainted by some ulterior motive, and everything feels like heartbreak. But I don’t regret any of the time spent with you, and I hope you don’t regret any of the talks we had until 3AM or our friendship.

I hope you know that even though we can’t look at each other, I’m still here for you. If you call, I’ll be on the other end of the phone. Always.

I care deeply about you, which is why this is the last time I’m calling.

—  voicemail #1 // c.h.
Dating Justin Foley would include

(Requested)

• You being the one he goes to when he has been beaten by his mom’s boyfriend.
• “Sorry for bothering you.”
• You kissing him all over his face, just wanting to give him all the love he deserved.
• “You could never bother me! I love you.”
• Being the it - couple at school, and him loving the fact that everybody knows that you’re his.
• Him being extremely protective, but you being just as much as him.
• Giving death glares at the girls that hit on him.
• You coming to all his games, and cheering him on.
• Him being completely honest to you about the tapes, even though he isn’t supposed to tell anyone about them.
• Matching clothes. You think it’s adorable, and he secretly likes it too, even if the boys tease him about it.
• Both being equally whipped.
• Going to parties together, and either one of you, or both, getting wasted.
• You not liking that he smokes weed, and him promising to try quitting.
• Him giving the best hugs, and the hugs lasting for ages.
• “If anything happened to you, I would lose my mind.”
• Justin making it a habit to kiss your temple.
• Your parent(s) loving him, and always letting him stay when he has left his house.
• You caring much more about school than him, and him finding it adorable when you scold at him for skipping class.
• Justin giving you his clothes, and showing you off when you wear them because they look cuter on you than on him.

7

Transfixed

I think someone said on my last post (or the one before that?) that they wished my comic was more popular (thank you^^) but that they’re glad that the reposters haven’t gotten to my comic because of that…

 haha ha….

believe me, I’ve seen my comic reposted anyway lol. those reposters are relentless my dudes. I mean, a lot of them are like, only from the beginning cause even reposters can’t keep up with 112+ chapters

Part 112

Start from Beginning

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Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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I need a fic now where before the fight with Rhea, Kara gives the necklace to Cat for safekeeping in case she doesn’t make it.”- thank @xy0009 who graciously let me write this for her 


“Aren’t you supposed to be out pummeling that alien queen into the concrete?” Cat asked, watching Supergirl land gently on her balcony.

“I am, soon. Sooner than soon,” Kara said, looking at the countdown that was playing on the corner of all the screens behind Cat’s desk. Fifteen minutes left. “I just had a talk with Kal. Er, Superman.”

Cat’s eyebrow lifted at the accidental name drop, tucking away the information for… nothing, probably. She couldn’t exactly start printing every little slip up Kara made in her presence. But it was always nice to know more than other people. “Did he give you some tips on not getting snatched by that god-awful cape?”

“No, although that would be helpful if he had any,” Kara said, twisting the end of her cape anxiously around her arm. “He just said some stuff about… about fighting for people that you cared about. His girlfriend, mostly.”

“Superman has a girlfriend?” Cat asked, sidetracked for a moment at the thought of Lois Lane finding out that her precious superhero was going home to someone else.

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My Fake Boyfriend Epilogue

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1645

Warnings:, A lot of fluffy.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best. And thank you @amrita31199 .

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. You can’t believe that this day is finally here, today is the day that you would become Mrs. Barnes. After a year of dating and a six-month engagement, this day is finally here.

“Don’t you look precious?”. Your grandmother remarks , turning around you smile at her , drying the tears on her face. “Please, don’t cry, if you start crying I will start crying too… again and this would be the third time today.” She smiles at you, you can see the pride in her eyes. “Are you nervous? Marriage is a big deal, I wanted to run away on my second marriage.” She says taking a sip of her glass of champagne.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, I love Bucky and I trust him with my life.” You calmly respond and it is true, you don’t doubt Bucky’s love for you. Other things might scare you but never your love for Bucky.

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Dialogue List!

Send me a number and a character.

1. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”

2. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”

3. “I’m flirting with you.”

4. “You don’t need to protect me.”

5. “You can’t even look at me!”

6. “Stop looking at me like that!”

7. “You make a good pillow.”

8. “Does he know about the baby?”

9. “I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

10. “All I wanted was the truth.”

11. “Why are you pushing me away?”

12. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

13. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

14. “Nobody trusts me to do anything important!”

15. “I fall for the worst ones.”

16. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

17. “Come over here and make me.”

18. “Stop thinking about him/her/them.”

19. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one that thinks that.”

20. “I need your forgiveness.”

21. “If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

22. “You’re the only one I can trust.”

23. “Kiss me.”

24. “I love you.”

25. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

26. “I forgive a lot, but I never forget what’s said and done.”

27. “Please shut up. I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.”

28. “Shut up. Just shut up.”

29. “Again?”

30. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

31. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

32. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”

33. “I think we should have another.”

34. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

35. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

37. “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”

38. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

39. “I just want to be alone right now.”

40. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

41. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

42. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

43. “Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking.”

44. “Stay in bed.”

45. “Stop laughing at me!”

46. “Just say that it is okay. I just need to hear you say it.”

47. “I love you and I am terrified.”

48. “Why does it hurt so much?”

49. “I can’t promise you that…….”

50. “Promise me you will come back….. I need you to promise me.”

51. “I missed you.”

52. “Do you trust me?”

53. “Don’t you look at me like that.”

54. “You’re the most amazing, incredible, beautiful being I’ve ever met.”

55. “I’ll find her and bring her home, I promise.”

56. “You embarrassed me this evening.”

57. “I couldn’t do it….. one look in their eyes and I knew I couldn’t kill them. For that I am sorry.”

58. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

59. “I am not losing you again.”

60. “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

61. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

62. “I am different now.”

63. “You left without saying goodbye……. I hate you for that.”

64. “I loved you and then you were gone…….. and I knew I lost you.”

65. “None of that matters now.”

66. “Please say something.”

67. “I shouldn’t have come.”

68. “It was a mistake coming here”

69. “You hate me and I do not know why!!”

70. “Take your fill”

71. “Is that a challenge?”

72. “What the hell was that?!”

73. “Mind if I cut in?”

74. “Did I stutter?”

75. “Why are you being so nice to me all the sudden”

76. “Why are you covered in mud?”

77. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.”

78. “You’ll be the death of me.”

79. “Come back to bed.”

80. “You are so tiny compared to me”

81. “Can I kiss you?”

82. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”

83. “Why are you dressed like that?”

84. “You deserve so much better.”

85. “You have the most amazing eyes.”

86. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”

87. “That’s distracting.”

88. “That isn’t appropriate.”

89. “Is it possible to love too much?”

90. “Promise me you’ll look after your father.”

91. “How long has it been?”

92. “This relationship used to be all about communication! What ever happened to that?”

93. “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

94. “I left everything for this, I left it all…for you!”

95. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

96. “I’m sick of being USELESS.”

97. “I almost lost you.”

98. “I wish I could hate you.”

99. “Tell me a secret.”

100. “No one needs to know.”

THIS LIST ISN’T MINE! I actually wanted to give credit to the account where i found it be he/she deactivated her/his account!

19 days/ Hanahaki Disease

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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.

It starts on a Monday.

Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.

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