let me just cry again


I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin’. I’m happy again
I’m laughing at clouds, so dark up above
The sun’s in my heart and I’m ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Singin’ In The Rain

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boyfriend Jaebum edition. because we all deserve some fluffy daddyish Jaebum lol JUST IMAGINE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE ALWAYS TAKE VIDEOS OF HIM

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I can’t stop thinking about ‘it’s quite surreal’, and 'amazing, yeah. This is incredible, isn’t it?’ Because that’s how Sam and Anthony were last year. And they lost it so fast because people are awful.

With Theo and Samuel we have two young men, at the start of their career, and I just think that as a fandom we should be respectful of them and not invasive or over-excitable or rude or any of the other countless things we could do to them.

They’re human beings, doing a job that should probably be the most amazing, fun job in the world. And it looks like they’re going to be spectacular at it. But can we remember that they are just that? Human beings doing a job. They’re not toys. They’re not play things. They’re not characters. They’re not for us to speculate over or ship. They’re people with lives and families and friendships.

So can we please be kind to them and show them we care about them and value them, and not drive them away and make them jaded? Let them have this amazing experience without us ruining it for them.

They’re so young. And they deserve to enjoy themselves and keep the wonder we saw in the video today. Is that so much to ask? Can people please be nice?

I didn’t see this process play out from the beginning last time, but I know it’s coming this time and it’s horrible. It’s beginning already, and I hate everything about it.


My fic for the “I almost lost you” prompt! It’s very short and I kind of rushed through it, so I apologize for any mistakes!💘  *spoilers* I also wrote this without the death pact that happened at the end of ACOWAR!

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When I jolted awake in the middle of the night, I was covered in sweat, shaking as I frantically looked around the room. Rhys had opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to see me. “Feyre, what-”

But when he saw the tears running down my cheeks, my hands fisting the sheets, he quickly grabbed me, pulling me into his chest while stroking my back gently.

I began to sob, and it was the only noise in the quiet room. My hands were in his hair, running over his back and shoulders. I had to know he was real, that he was here.

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"You can't just sit there all day."  (a Walking Dead One Shot, Caryl + Sophia).

Obviously AU.

Just a little Daddy Daryl sweetness for you (and for me, hahaha) before you go to bed.  Daryl comforts Sophia.  That’s it.  That’s all you’re getting, lol.

Could be set in the same universe as “I’m dying."  Doesn’t have to be.  You decide.     


“You can’t just sit there all day.  Been a couple of days now.” 


Tucking her pink nose between her updrawn knees, Sophia gazed up at him with tear-swollen, blood shot eyes.


She looked so sad and so pitiful, pale beneath her freckles, that Daryl felt his resolve start to crack, but a throat clearing quietly in the hallway outside the kid’s bedroom had him squaring his shoulders and trying again.  “C’mon,” he encouraged gruffly.  “Ain’t doin’ yourself no good holin’ up in here.” 


Fingers toying anxiously with the hems of her pajama pants, the preteen shook her head and mumbled a refusal, her frayed pigtails putting an exclamation point on the whole matter.  “I don’t want to.” 


He sighed.  “Know you don’t.”   His hand hovered in the air for several indecisive seconds before he gently cupped her head, the rough callouses catching in the silky softness of her hair.  “Know you don’t,” he repeated.  “But we all do things we don’t want to sometimes.”  


Unconsciously leaning into his touch, Sophia sniffled in answer.  Her eyes gravitated to her open laptop and her chin wobbled again.  “It’s not fair.” 


“Life ain’t fair, Sweetheart,” Daryl told her.  “Never has been.  Don’t mean we give up and stop tryin’.”


With another look at the wallpaper on her computer and the image of the young man smiling there, she gave him a brave if watery smile.  “He wouldn’t want that.” 


“He wouldn’t,” he somberly agreed.  His hand slid down to cup her smooth cheek, his blunt thumb catching the shiny tear that escaped despite her best efforts.  “He was a pretty good guy.” 


Sophia’s nostrils flared as she fought to control her emotions.  In the end, she surprised them both by launching herself into his startled embrace, her skinny arms winding tight around his waist and her tears soaking into his gray shirt.  “…the best.”   


Her words were muffled against the fabric but Daryl caught enough.  Dropping an awkward kiss to the top of her hair, he took a step back and stared down into her upturned, trusting face.  “Got some of that Rocky Road ice cream you like.  S’in the kitchen.  You give your mama one of them hugs like you just gave me, know for a fact she won’t say nothin’ ‘bout you ruinin’ your appetite for supper.” 


Sophia gave his waist one more lingering squeeze.  “I’m so glad you married us, Daryl.” 


Choked up as he caught his wife’s touched, teary blue gaze in his periphery, he could only nod and offer up a gruff “Me, too.”  When the kid excused herself to go wash her face and change into some fresh, clean clothes, he turned to the doorway.  “Can come on in, you know.  Thinkin’ it’s safe.” 


Sheepishly, Carol stepped over the threshold and let her shoulder lean against the wall.  She eyed him with pride, her lips curling into a soft, loving smile.  “I’d say you handled that pretty well.  Better than me even.” 


He shook his head in disbelief but a small part of him was pretty pleased with himself so he didn’t protest further, just welcomed her as she walked into his waiting arms and pressed a sweet kiss to the well of his throat.  “Don’t want her watchin’ that show no more.  All it does is disappoint her.” 


“Me, neither,” she agreed, standing on tiptoe to feather another kiss to his stubbled cheek.  “He really was one of the best characters.  A cinnamon roll too precious for this world.  Definitely crush-worthy.  I still can’t believe they killed him off.  It really killed the heart of the show.” 


Daryl snorted into the kiss she attempted to give him on the mouth.  “Stahp.  Cinnamon roll?  Please.” 


Carol grinned at him, tugging him down to kiss him soundly on his smirking lips before revealing, “Sophia thinks you’re a cinnamon roll.” 


“She does?” 

when the real meaning of 2!3! hits you and you realize it’s because they always say either “hana, dul, set” or “dul, set!” at the end of their concerts when they bow and they’re all holding hands and smiling AND it’s also kind of an ode not only to ARMY, but to each other to not think about the bad things and smile because
“One two three For a better day Because we are together”
So every time they introduce themselves or bow out with “dul set” they’re believing that they will have more good days just like they want ARMY to

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Love or Hate (Part 13 - END!)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 827

Warnings: language, FLUFF

A/N: Short and sweet! Hope you like it. I had a hard time writing this, because I wasn’t sure how to end it. Writer’s block is no fun. I think I made them true-to-character (AU character, that is). Thanks for sticking around and thanks for reading as always!

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August 2nd is the date of the P-Sound Bomb Super Live Concert!!!

Aside from hearing the songs we all know and love (seems from P3-P5), we may also get some info on a spin-off or something like how the concert back in 2015 hinted at P5 ^_^

  • McKAY: How's about ...
  • (He pauses for a while, then looks at John again.)
  • McKAY: How about we say goodbye now?
  • McKAY: What d'you mean, "no"?
  • SHEPPARD: I mean I'm not saying goodbye.
  • McKAY: Well, I'm saying it anyway!
  • SHEPPARD: Well, I'm not listening!
  • McKAY: Yeah, but pretty soon I won't even know who you are!
  • SHEPPARD: Then I'll remind you.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I don't want you to see me like that. I want you to remember me as I am -- as your genius friend, not as some ...
  • SHEPPARD (firmly): Not happening.
  • McKAY: Please.
  • SHEPPARD: You're stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I ...
  • SHEPPARD (loudly): No! (He waves a finger at him.) That's final.
  • McKAY: OK. (He looks away.)
  • -SGA, 5x06 (aka, the moment I started bawling)

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Kasamatsu, Hanamiya, Kiyoshi, Hayama, and Himuro overhearing their S/O telling their best friend how much they love them.

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‘..and I think I love him. I really do. I have never thought I would say that, but yeah. He is amazing. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.’ You said looking at your friend straight in the eyes, before grinning so widely it hurt. It was great to finally say how you felt. 

‘Maybe you should tell him?’ Your friend proposed kindly. She was honestly glad that you found someone worth fighting for. 

‘WHAT? No! At least not now! I’m not ready!’ And it was true too. You were dating for like a year now, but you still were not sure how to handle the whole romance thing. 

‘Kasamatsu-senpai? Why are you hiding here?’ You head turned to owner of the voice. It was Kise, who was apparently, violated by your very aggressive boyfriend. 

‘KASAMATSU? WERE YOU LISTENING?’ You screamed, not quite angry, but rather shocked at the new revelation. 

‘Yhm…yeah?’ He said, nodding carefully. ‘B-but yeah, I love y-you, too? I d-d-do. So yeah.’ Your bright red boyfriend hurriedly left classroom. 

 You only smiled to yourself feeling more than blessed, because your feeling was requited. 


Today was probably one of the worst days you’ve ever had. Not only did you realise your strong feelings towards Makoto, but also he decided to openly avoid you without any reason you could comprehend. And you weren’t okay with that. Not at all.

Your last lesson was slowly coming to an long-awaited end, but no matter how much you wanted, you weren’t able to be happy about it. Fear about Makoto’s future actions was eating you alive.

Let’s be honest, it would honestly suck if he dumb you the same day you understood you love him, right? Your very disturbing thoughts were interrupted by loud ringing of the school bell. Sighing heavily, you stood up focusing your whole attention on gathering books and cleaning all your mess.

You tried to leave school as invisible as possible and when it worked, you almost did your victory dance. However, when you were skipping happily someone, or you could say the person you wished you wouldn’t met punched you with his bag which ended with you losing balance.

The groan which left your mouth seconds later sounded more like awakening of hungry dinosaurs, but you could care less about that. Looking up, you saw your own and oh so precious boyfriend glaring down at you like there’s no tomorrow. You would lie if you say that it did not make you mentally piss yourself.

He quickly kneeled next to you, his expression confused you to no end. He looked somehow flustered? He took his bag from your lap, looking at you so intensively that it hurt.

‘Um, Mako? Is some—’

And then he showed his bag into your face, holding tightly.


‘DON’T SPEAK! AND DON’T LOOK AT ME, STUPID!’ He shouted, but not in the rude way. It was more like he wanted to really say something important. ’I heard how you feel about me.’ You gasped. ‘Yeah, yeah. I eavesdropped or same shit, I love you too. We can leave now.’




Hyuuga had enough. And when Hyuuga have enough then…situation is completely normal, but it didn’t matter at that moment. His friends, Kiyoshi, was crying loudly for five hours now and it didn’t seem that he would end soon. 

What love does with people. 

‘Teppei, can you stop please?’ Hyuuga patted his own head, which was empty after so many now working ideas how to help his friend. ‘Tell me, what exactly did she say?’ It made him sob even louder. ‘Okay, that’s it. I’m calling Riko, she will deal with your shit.’ 

‘NO! I will tell you.’ Kiyoshi exclaimed, shaking slightly at the thought of Riko cooking something to make him feel better. ‘Sh-she told me that she…LOVED ME. AND THAT’S SO CUTE, SO PURE. I DON’T DESERVE IT. OH GOD. SHE WAS SO ADORABLE ALL BLUSHING AND THEN SHE SAID THOSE WORDS I THOUGHT I MIGHT DIE. GOD LET ME JUST DIE.’  And he started crying again. 

‘Wait, so you are crying because she loves you?’ Well, shit. Hyuuga should have know that Kiyoshi was just a drama queen. 

‘Yeah, basically.’ 

‘Teppei, you are retarded and I’m not friends with you anymore.’ 



Hayama couldn’t control his movements anymore, he was running from class to class, shouting that you loved him and he couldn’t be luckier. At some point he started hugging people too. 

His last destination was the gym, where his teammates were practicing. Well, he should be there to, hehe. 

‘GUYS, GUYS. I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.’ All pairs of eyes laid upon his, some were interested, some bored and some used to his stupidy. ‘S/O-CHAN SAID SHE LOVES ME! NOW WE CAN GET MARRIED, HAVE KIDS AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! Don’t look so bitter Akashi-chan, someone will love you too, someday…’ That statement earned him a glare.

‘Maybe you wanna hug?’

‘Don’t touch me. Never.’

‘It such a beautiful day. I’m gon–’

‘HAYAMA, YOU STUPID CREATURE. I WILL KILL YOU!’ Hayama paled and turned his face towards door, seeing you red from anger and shaking in pure rage.

‘Well, I don’t think she loves you anymore, Hayama-chan.’ Whispered Akashi, smiling evilly as he watched you beating his friend to pulp.


‘You know what? I’m planning to tell Tatsuya how I feel.’ Your friend looked at your face after your very serious statement, clearly looking at any sight of fear.

‘Today? You have a date, right?’ She asked, feeling genuinely happy for you.

‘Yes. I will tell him I love him, but I’m kinda stressed that he will laugh at me. He is a great gut, like my one and only. I’m scared that he won’t feel the same way about me.’ You said truthfully, biting you lip.

‘Don’t worry, I see how he behaves sometimes. He is as wasted as you.’ She chuckled, making you relaxed.

‘I hope you are right.’ 

‘I always am.’

Little did you know that dark-haired man whose name was Himuro Tatsuya, closely listened to your conversation blushing like crazy even though it was unlike him.

‘Eh, Muro-chin? Why is your face so red?’ His younger teammate stated, watching him. 

‘I need to prepare myself for a special confession today, Atsushi.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘No one can understand love.’