let me cry for my dedication

I think I’m strong and I think I’m compassionate and I think I can make a difference in the world if I decide to but I hate you because you made me doubt that. Because out of all the things in this world to cry over, I cried over you. And after all the things that I’ve gotten through, I let you take me down. And out of all the better, more important things that I could have dedicated my time to, I spent hours thinking about you, talking myself out of calling you, wondering why you did what you did and what I did wrong. And you didn’t deserve that. Out of all the things that deserved my time, tears, effort, and passion, you were never one.
Muse (Bill Denbrough/Reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

(A/N: I don’t wanna spoil the request so I’ll list it at the end. Sorry this is short. Also I hope you all appreciate the strength it takes for me to not use the “Old people bother me” gif whenever Bill is involved. Anywayz i hope i did oaky, anon. Not okay but oaky.)

Summary: Reader visit’s Bill’s house on a rainy day and looks through his sketchbook.

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boyfriend!mark lee

• adorable laugh
• you never get tired of hearing it !! bc !! it’s !! so !! cute !!
• really precious
• sort of intense
• but only because he really likes you and wants to be open with you
• and it’s his first relationship he doesn’t really know what he’s doing
• always paranoid he’s gonna scare you off
• but it’s ok you feel the same as him

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Imagine Thorin, and the Company, in tears as he reads your letter while your adoptive brother, Legolas, hands him your wedding gift

A/N: Pure dedication to @fizzy-custard, @sdavid09, @life-is-righteous, @kittenwritesstuff ,@igotanaddixon and @fromthedeskoftheraven for such wonderful Thorin fics. Hope you like it and sorry for the crappy style. It’s been so long since I’ve written a drabble or one-shots of any kind.

And I need to let this out of my head when I listened to this song.

Word Count: 405

The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings, the Durins, Any of the Company, Legolas, and King Thranduil © J.R.R. Tolkien
Context © me

Masterlist: HERE

Originally posted by tallian

The Wedding Gift

Thorin never shed tears easily. But the fact he is crying happy tears has the whole company in tears as well. They’ve realized once again that their 15th and only female member, (Y/N) the Princess of Mirkwood, is destined to be Thorin Oakenshield’s wife and to be their Queen Under the Mountain.

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When We Rise…I cried during the whole damn show and I’m still crying. It’s rare that the LGBTQ+ community gets to see representation on TV let alone a whole mini series dedicated to the fight for our rights. I had a bonding moment with my mom expressing to her how much something like this means to me as a young lesbian woman who’s still trying to feel comfortable as such in the society we live in. Incredible.

I’m sorry ( Zen x Mc xYoosung)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Zen x MC (reader) x Yoosung
Rating : Mild angst

Part 2

:Mc used to be in a relationship with Zen, but after being bullied by his fans, things changed - Zen changed and so MC is left alone with the wounds of her past. The one who tries to mend her wounds is Yoosung, but will their relationship turn into a romantic one or is the past going to ruin it all? (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Authors notes: This is Mc’s perspective throughout her relationship with Zen and how she felt with Jaehee not trusting her and being against their relationship. How did MC’s life change while she was in a relationship with Zen? Did it turn for the better or did his fame only hurt her? Read on and find out~~ Hope you like it, cuties~  ( ˘ ³˘)♡


Life without him, is something can hardly imagine. Just picturing all the times, we used to chat and the conversations we had and the first time he saw me in flesh. Maybe that time when he saw me, was actually the moment where I knew that I was in love with him. How he got all excited and just how big his eyes got. He reminded me of how excited children would get when you gave them something they really wanted. Did his expression mean the same – did he really truly want me?

Someone so … normal like me? If I had to be honest I was constantly afraid of how he would react to me once he would get to meet me. But at some point I was waiting in anticipation for the day where we could be together in our own small world. Because maybe, just maybe, after all the times Jaehee was, how can I say…mean and very, hum, possessive of Zen, I didn’t know what to do. At one point I tried to understand her, but the more I tried the harder it was. Being doubted and not trusted left a scar in my heart which I knew wouldn’t heal so quickly. It was painful, trying to help the organisation when at the same time, the very people you wanted to help, did background checks on you and didn’t trust you. 

Zen trusted me with ease, he always said he just had a feeling that I was trustworthy and a good person. The more I interacted with all of the members of the rfa, the more everyone warmed up to me, I was starting to feel welcome and maybe even … loved?

But there was always Jaehee, always with her “if I may be so bold…” yada yada, I get it you don’t like me. It’s hard being nice to someone like her, when I actually really wanted to be her friend. But how can any relationship work, where there is no trust. And honestly I was starting to get fed up with how she would meddle constantly, just because she was a fan of Zen’s. I do understand that she was only protecting him, but there is a line between wanting what is best for someone and being possessive. In all that protecting she forgot about the one person she cared for – Zen. She forgot that he too has feelings, that he too is human and that if his fans did love him for who he was, they would accept the fact that he would maybe someday be with someone who loves and cherishes him. Also – his fans are supposed to love him for his work and not just for his looks. Maybe that is one reason, for why Zen liked me?
Because frankly, I wasn’t his fan, didn’t know about him. 

But I cared for him and his passion for his work. He is dedicated, strong and works hard in everything he does. That is why he so amazing and that is why, I fell in love with him.

It was nice how everyone in the rfa gave us their blessing, after a while even Jaehee warmed up to me. To this day, she is still at times is weird and goes on and on about how we should wait with every small thing in our relationship but I don’t mind, I see in her eyes that she is my friend and that now – she even means all what she says not to turn me away, but in a way to protect me.

This – me thinking about the past and reminiscing about how lucky I was is something that as of lately would often do. I would sit on the couch with a warm cup of tea in my lap and just think about everything. Before that happened all of us were happy.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell woke me from my thoughts and I walked towards it, I already knew who it was.  As I opened the door and welcome my visitor with a big smile.

“Hello MC, how have you been lately? Is everything alright, can you manage living all by yourself? Hopefully you don’t feel to bored without any company.” 

Spoke the cute blonde. At his question I only shook my head and showed him to step inside, he sighed slightly and nodded. I was about to go and prepare him a cup of tea, when he stopped me in mid of my tracks and took my hand.

“MC, I know that after all of that you don’t want to … see him or her and I am glad that you are even staying in touch with the rest of us. I feel like we all … weren’t good friends to you, we could have protected you better.”

I saw how his eyes watered and squeezed his hand at that and gave him a small smile. 

“I miss your voice, I miss your laugh MC. What those fans did to you is unforgivable.”

Ah, that is right …  I was bullied by Zen’s fans and … they almost killed me and the result from all that trauma was that I became a selective mute and I could only speak with some people. When I did speak though – I only spoke out a few words, but after some time I couldn’t talk anymore, I just stopped. At times the only one I could speak to was Zen, but after some time, when he started to change I couldn’t even talk to him anymore. He did feel responsible for everything that happened and as I was hospitalised. Zen would often visit me and bring me gifts and talk all about his work and how he missed me, missed … us. 

 Then after a while the visits would stop and I would often just be all alone in that white room. At those times all I had were the thoughts in my head that would slowly make me go insane. One thing that did keep me going was my window. Though it was painful to see the time fly, to see how the world was still moving even after all those horrible things happened to me. But I loved it, I loved how the sky would change in colour, how it would look different at different times in the day.  

As naïve as I was, I would always turn to the door and wait for someone, anyone that I knew to visit me and help me forget all about that time. That horrible time when I tried my hardest not to let Zen know just how much his fans hurt me, how mean they would get and just how mean Jaehee could get. If the rfa member knew just how much nasty things were behind the scenes, would they still claim to love each other? To love me?  

I believed them nonetheless. I was aware of the secrets and the things V hid from everyone, I just didn’t know how big these secrets actually were – so big that it endangered lives. But I loved them, I truly did, each and every one of them. Even if Jahee did those unspeakable things, even if Zen left me, I loved them and this love that I felt for them has only given me more pain. I believed in them, in my lovely members.

The rfa members, just didn’t have the time to visit and I understood. I knew that they would visit if they could, deep inside I knew. At least the ones who knew what happened could have visited. The only one who didn’t know was Yoosung – all of them thought that he would not be able to handle what happened to me. I understood and tried to be strong. But after all that happened and after all that they did to me it still it hurt and I wasn’t as strong as they thought I was. I was slowly crumbling and I was starting to loose myself.

As I gazed at my wrists that held light marks from that time, when I was weak and didn’t find any other way, Yoosung gently took hold of my wrist and kissed it. Ha…Yoosung, after they finally told him what happened he changed. All that anger that he felt for V and the organisation turned to hate, he hated them all. He was so mad at them, for betraying his trust, for letting all of this happen. He only stayed for my sake. He would run to me so many times, it turned to daily visits and he would stay for a long time or I would visit him and watch him play LOLOL. His presence calmed me and I wasn’t as scared. He grew to be taller, stronger and muscular. His shoulders were broader and I felt safer. I looked at him and no matter how much he might have grown I still saw the cutie Yoosung that would always blush at my compliments.

 Even now there was a slight dust of pink on his cheeks. And he spoke up while holding both of my hands; “I would have protected you if I knew, I would try to save you, would try to make the pan go away. I am so sorry that I couldn’t, I am sorry that you are hurting. I wish I was you knight.”

He led me to the couch and wrapped his arms around me and held me, maybe he thought that I was going to cry.

“You can…you can let it out if you want.”

I shook my head, I couldn’t’ cry anymore. All that happened has passed and I even if my life has changed I tried to live on. Zen might have left me, but I still had the comfort of my friends Yoosung and Jumin. Both of them have dedicated their time to visit me and make sure that I was alright.
Just as I thought of Jumin, Yoosung asked me; “Did Jumin visit you lately? How long has it been since he was here?”. I pulled back from the hug and showed him with my finger the number three – signalising that it has been three days. A slow hum escaped Yoosung.

“What about him? Does he ever contact you? Or…?”

I put my finger on his lips and only shook my head and after a long while feeling comfortable to speak up, I opened my mouth and in a hushed voice I said; 

“You are here.” 

He wore a shocked expression on his face, which instantly softened into a warm smile and tears in his eyes he embraced me again, but now stronger and … it felt warmer.

“And here I will stay! I promise to protect you, from now on I will be there!”

I wanted to cherish this sweet moment, feeling warm and safe in the arms of someone who cherished me so much. But this moment would surely pass – for a message was sent from an unknown number on my phone and the only thing it said was; 

“I’m sorry.”


Poppin’ in to say I’ve been dating this magnificent human for a year now!!
This last year with Alexa has made me the happiest bean in the entire world. Each and every day I am more in awe of their passion, intelligence, compassion, beauty, dedication, thoughtfulness, and overall ability to show enormous amounts of love to the people around them. Being with Al inspires me to try and be the best version of myself that I can.
Thanks for always hyping me up, letting me cry to/on you, and being the only person who can get me out of bed on my worst days. Words can’t describe how grateful and lucky I am to have you in my life.
So here’s to a year with you, and to many many more down the line. I love you ❤️

Perfect // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 859

Summary- based off ‘perfect’ by ed sheeran

A/N- 1) this song is one of my faves atm 2) I couldn’t not write about it 3) dedicated to liv, thanks for crying with me last night about this song and jack. also sorry it’s short, but i didnt want to overdue it


Jack never planned on falling in love so young. He never planned on bringing a girlfriend let alone, the same girlfriend for two Christmases in a row. He never planned on finding his soul mate so young. He never planned on moving in with her after 2 long years. He never planned on buying a ring. He never planned on being the first buttercream to get married. He never planned on getting married at 21. He assumed he’d grow up and go on crazy adventures and sleep with countless girls throughout his twenties. He assumed it’s what he was supposed to do.

But then he met you.

You had just turned 17 and when he first saw you, he knew right then and there. He was going to fall for you, hard.

It was rough in the beginning. You guys were still kids, you still made mistakes or forgot that relationships took more than just saying ‘I love you’. You had to show it.

But after the first year or so, you both knew; you knew that what you two had was forever.

And Jack couldn’t be happier. He had found his soul mate, his person. He never thought he’d actually find the person who was waiting to spend the rest of their life with him. He wasn’t fully sure that person existed.

But you showed him that you did. And now, five years later, you were still the only one who had a spot in his heart.

So, in this exact moment, as you swayed around your living room, you two were both thinking the same thing.

I love you.

Jack let go of one of your hands, flinging you out and then twirling you around and around.

You giggled as you spun in circles, causing Jack’s smile to grow.

When he pulled you back in, you buried your face into his chest.

“Perfect,” Jack whispered as he stared at you.

“What?” you chuckled, looking up at him.

“You look perfect tonight.”

“I’m a mess right now, and this belly’s not helping.” You said, staring at your protruding belly that currently housed your unborn baby girl.

“Hey,” he stopped dancing, putting his hand underneath your chin.

“You look absolutely perfect right now. You are growing a child, our child. And I couldn’t be happier right now, because I’m with you.”

“I love you Jack,” you leant up to kiss him.

“I love you too, Y/n. So bloody much,” he kissed you back. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe you were about to spin me,” you giggled, extending your hand.

“Why of course!” he took your hand and spun you around, smiling as you laughed.

He was truly so happy when he was with you. You were always there to help it. If he was sad, you knew just what to say, or do. If he was happy, you were there to celebrate. If he was angry, you were there to help him cool off. If he was confused, you were the light to guide him. You were the answer to all of his questions. No matter what, you would always be there.

“Wait,” you stopped. “This is our song.”

You smiled as I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley emitted through the speakers. This had been your song since forever. It was song that was playing when walked through the doors of the doors of your secondary school gym. You had just moved to town and your parents insisted you go and make friends. Jack was sitting at one of the tables joking with his friends. But when he saw the doors open and you walk in, he knew he had to meet you.

“I know,” he smiled. “Want me to dip you?”

“No, you wouldn’t be able to,” you said, mtion towards your belly.

“If my wife wants me to dip her, then I will. Plus Baby Maynard won’t mind,” he squatted. “What do you think sweetheart? Do you care if daddy dips mommy?” He stood back up, smiling.

“See? No protests.”

You smiled, “Just don’t drop me.”

As the lyrics poured into the room, Jack grabbed you by the waist. You put your arms around his arms, and he slowly dipped you. Faces inches apart, he sang to you. He only ever sang to you, no one else. Because no one else deserved to see that part of him.

“I love you Y/n,” he said has he brought his lips to yours. “And I couldn’t see a future with anyone else but you, you are absolutely perfect. I don’t deserve you because you are perfect. And I make it my duty to show you just how perfect you are to me. I have a lifetime to prove why I’m the one for you.”

“Jack, you don’t need to prove anything. I know you’re the only one for me. And I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.”

He pulled you back up, “You don’t need to tell me, because you show me every day love.”

“You are amazing, Jack.”

“And you, are perfect Y/n.” he said, spinning you once again.

anonymous asked:

I work at a daycare and while they're not traditional "customers" some of the parents drive me absolutely crazy! Like, the parents who hold their crying kids at drop off for like 10 minutes? Listen, your kid will still be crying when you put them down to leave and that's 10 minutes I had to dedicate to you and your kid and not the 17 other children in the room. Let them cry. I will take care of them. That's my JOB.

Rip off the band aid! My little guy started school this year and he clung to me like I was trying to throw him into boiling water. I put him down on the school bus and he started crying. Thankfully the bus driver was awesomely prepared. He gave my son a toy school bus. The next day my son ran up the steps and yelled “BYE MOMMY!” without even giving me a kiss. lol The first day is hard, but it’ll only be harder if you just stand there prolonging the kid’s fear. Those trained to deal with kids, like you, know what they’re doing. -Abby

Zelda's Log #2.5: A Memory of a Memory (Detour)

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I made a mashup with an idea of @warriorprincesszelda and a lovely anon’s one. Enjoy.

‘I’ve spent every day of my life dedicated to praying! I’ve pleaded to the spirits tied to the ancient gods… And still the holy powers have proven deaf to my devotion’.

‘Please, just tell me… What is it? What’s wrong with me?!’

‘Nothing. You are perfect just as you are’.

Those were the words he should have let out of his mouth that day.

But he didn’t. Link thought it was improper due to his position as appointed knight.

Instead, he let her cry on his shoulder, silently containing her.

The vague image of the past flashed through his head as they made a break at the Spring of Power. Zelda thought it would be a good idea to detour a little and make a pause for a picnic, check on the creatures registered on the compendium and materials gathered on the way, and - why not? - a splash on the spring to placate the heat.

‘There are many items I don’t have yet’, Zelda frowned, lying face down on the stone floor, dripping wet in her underwear, swiping the screen. ‘It’s a never ending task’.

‘No one told you it would be easy’, Link handed her a couple of rice balls. ‘Research on an empty stomach is useless’.

Zelda sat down, and devoured the meal. Her eyes fixed on the Goddess’ statue.

‘I felt so miserable back then’. She tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. ‘You were so kind to me’.

‘I wish I could have done more’, Link scooted next to her, putting a blanket on her shoulders. ‘I just held you’.

‘It was more than enough to make me understand you cared’. She blushed, pulling the blanket closer to her body. ‘You hadn’t escorted me to a spring before’.

He nodded.

She had almost crumbled in his arms, sobbing out of sheer impotence. Link held her by the shoulders.

She felt so tiny and frail; the weight of her fate slowly crushing her, but still not giving up - she went back into the water and kept praying for an hour or so.

He tried to forget with all his might the softness of her skin, the curve of her neck and shoulders highlighted by her ceremonial dress, and the shivers she had when his fingers accidentally grazed her bare back.

No. Those weren’t proper thoughts for the Princess’ appointed knight. He had to keep an adequate distance - no feelings allowed, since the physical barrier had been breached already - and protect her at all costs.

That goal was easier from that day on, for Link had not realized yet she had already gotten under his skin.

‘Zelda, look!’, Link jumped from his place, catching something in his hands, ‘get your slate!’

'A Summerwing butterfly!’ - she snapped fast as lightning pictures of it - 'I didn’t have this one! It’s beautiful!’

Link let go of the insect, and Zelda smiled as it flew away from them.

'I’ll get dressed’, she started gathering her clothes, 'We should be moving on’.

'Nope’, Link started taking off his boots and shirt, 'first one in the water eats all the fruitcake!’

He ran, and jumped to make a cannonball dive.

'Scoundrel!’ - Zelda ran to reach him, full of laughter- 'You’ll pay!’

They returned to the road hours later, soaked through and through, with a picture of them at the spring, full of smiles.

Last day of Pride Month 2017

(sorry this can’t be included in joke week but i just really want to share this story, hope that’s okay)

So, I’m asexual, I realized this at the beginning of 2016. I’m out online and at school, but not to my family. I never really considered myself as being ‘in the closet’ anyway? I actually don’t feel the need to tell them about my sexuality, yes, part of me is terrified to, but in general I just don’t feel the need to- in order to feel satisfied. Maybe someday though. 

My older sister is married and has a son, and we were talking about kids and my current experience in high school. Today, she asked me “…are you seeing anyone?”  It took me a few moments (and an obvious cringe at the thought of having a relationship) to answer her. I decided to just go for it. I told her that “I’m not into guys. Or girls. Or anyone. I’m an asexual.” I tried to tell her this nonchalantly, but I ended up crying as I said that. 

My sister accepts me. She told me that it was okay. She has made me feel loved. I’ve never had this big, emotional coming out moment until now, on the final day of Pride Month.

The last day of Pride Month, is also dedicated to aromantics. Honestly, I’ve got perfect timing. I’m unsure as to whether I’m an aromantic asexual or not, so this marks the day of my own new journey of self discovery. 

I just want to let people know that who you come out to is your choice. If you are in a toxic, hateful household or community, you do not have to come out unless you feel that it will give you freedom or happiness. It’s okay, even if you are surrounded by supportive people, to chose whether they know or not. You are valid even if you don’t tell anyone. You are valid. You do exist. You are loved deeply. 


Farewell Truthiness Pt. 1// The Colbert Report 2005-2007

“But this show is not about me. This program is dedicated to you, the heroes. And who are the heroes? The people who watch this show. Average, hardworking Americans. You’re not the elites, you’re not the country club crowd. I know for a fact that my country club would never let you in. But you get it.”

uh!!!!!!  200 followers!!!!!!  how did y’all get here!!!!!!! 

i said this during my last little shoutout but ………  man,  i love being here.  writing magnus has been so immeasurably wonderful,  and i’ve had the opportunity to make so many friends  &  play with tons of fantastic people because of it.  every single one of you has shaped my experience so far,  and i’m so appreciative of the fact that you deemed my portrayal worthy enough to interact with,  or even to follow!!!!  it means more to me than you’ll know.

now,  on to the even sappier part of this post !!!!!!  as always,  if i’ve missed anyone,  i’m so sorry  &  i most definitely love you all the same.

the crushes:

@joneshead​: becks,  i love you,  i’m your #1 fan over here in the corner,  we all know this,  it’s nothing i haven’t told you a hundred times before.  your jug is everything,  and i’m just not so patiently waiting for you to make a shadowhunters verse so we can finally write together again!!!!!! 
@skilledleader:  i could go on about you for days but i won’t,  since you’re fake af  :////  not even gonna lie,  the moment i stumbled upon your blog was the moment i decided to make magnus.  you pour so much love  &  dedication into your alec,  and magnus  &  i are smitten.  i adore you,  but you know this already. 
@archeir:  actual canon alec—-  i mean,  mar.  god.  you are one of the kindest,  loveliest people i have ever had the pleasure of calling my friend.  thank you so much for always letting me cry at you,  whether about our threads or magnus in general.  i love  &  miss you so much,  and i’m always here to talk whenever you’re free !!!!! 
@warricrsbcw:  warricrsbcw???  sounds fake???  idk her????  dude,  you were the first alec to give me a chance when i made magnus  &  i’ll forever appreciate it.  thank you for always being around to talk  &  YEET  it up,  i love you sm!!!!

the pals:

@letagin / @oinaztargi  | @disenchcnted  |  @prosbros  |  @ichoreign  |  @ofwilder  | @ofdemonicmagic  | @oftroubledsouls  |  @hnikarr / @edoms  |  @signedwithheart  |  @drawsportals  |  @angelveiined / @confaediction / @liightwoodsiister  |  @queenoftheseelies  |  @loyaltysworn  |  @heartguided / @neharah  |  @princessxfsteles  |  @runedalexander  |  @leoaurea  |  @bowstrung  |  @sangviis  |  @heavenmoved  |  @arrowbythebooks  |  @seraphblvdes

the partners:

@daayaan  |  @ofconjuriings  |  @plurcspopulus  |  @lightwoodheir  |  @darkestbow  |  @camillebelcourtme  |  @cxfray  |  @whipwiielder  |  @warstopper

dear god please write with me:

@snakeswhip  |  @caelestiigne  |  @solfilius  |  @psychiks  |  @claryy  |  @herosphoros  |  @servinglies  |  @rarestsilver  |  @namedstorms  |  @urulxce  |  @scrnck  |  @dvtiful  |  @notaseamonster  |  @vcrlac  |  @huesxfgold  |  @razielsaved  |  @lghtwods  |  @tattoosnecks  |  @sacredwar  |  @remembcr

anonymous asked:

i just rewatched the new gaming vid while reading along with your review and it took me 80 minutes i love it so much i had to keep replaying parts and stopping to read what you had to say i love your reviews tysm for writing them

oh  my god this is the highest level of dedication i can’t even fathom!!!!! hahaah thats nearly as long as it took me to write that post im shook!!!! thank you so much for reading and letting me know you enjoyed it this is the actual nicest thing ever and im gonna cry :(((

repeat after me: fandom can get you a job

you have to be a little bit sneaky,

and a little bit careful with your wording,

but it can happen.

if you’re persistent, dedicated, and a little clever on how you present yourself - fandom can get you a job.

what soonyoung deserves: a trillion love songs + poems written for him, a book thicker than harry potter and the order of the phoenix on how wonderful and gorgeous he is, his name written on the moon, his own galaxy far away from this ugly world that doesn’t deserve him, my left leg, and an unlimited free supply of frozen yogurt

all I can give him: a blog dedicated to him, some lq gfxs and a retweet on twitter


Summary: Phil has a cheating boyfriend. Dan is a poet with a crush, facing an ultimatum.

Genre: University AU (poet!Dan)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, many elements of angst, implied smut, vague implication of abuse (only two lines)

Word Count: 33.6k

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>>Thank you for everyone that is reblogging my commission post!
The problems have not been resolved yet, but I have been getting help slowly, a few more commissions and paying study fees should be possible!

Some of you have been spamming it on your dashboards like mad, and I am so grateful to have ya’ll…mentioning each and everyone would be impossible (but I’m directing it to you too, thank you <3)

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and thank you Roxy Maas for your donation <3 You have not requested a drawing, but let me dedicate this picture to you!

anonymous asked:

idk why I feel that there's going to be a moment when everything's going to explode, like a raid with police and when they try to take Jimin JK is going to jump in his defense and someone is going to hurt him and Jimin can only hug him and cry while he whispers "Don't do this to me... just don't close ur eyes" and JK is gonna die in his arms saying something like "promise me that ur not gonna let anybody make u feel less... bc u are the most beutiful person that I've never saw" and I FEEL EVIL