let's see what happens in 5 years

“You’re pregnant and he cheats on you” Pt. 4.1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.2

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

(a/n): I’m really happy everyone enjoyed this series so here is the fourth part, next will mark the end and I could really use more requests!

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It wasn’t until 5 years later when you made your return to Seoul. After packing you left to go back to your hometown to stay with family for the meantime. Being a single mother of a now, 5 year old boy, wasn’t the hardest task in the book, but it also wasn’t the easiest, even with the aide of you parents at hand. You wanted to move back to Seoul for, one, new job opportunities and two, so you could re-connect with old friends. Hoseok is the first person you called to inform of your return and he spared no time showing up to your newly bought apartment to help you unpack.

Jihae was more than excited to meet Hobi. He was technically the uncle he never had so when there was a knock at the door he was quick to beat you to it, with his little hands trying so hard to turn the knob, which, failed miserably. You helped him and opened the door, being greeted with a Hobi’s signature smile.


Your three year old was quick to wrap his small form around Hoseok’s leg making you laugh. You moved over and picked up Jihae, stepping to the side for Hoseok to enter the apartment.

You walked over to the living room area then took the moment to greet Hoseok, setting the 5 year old down..”It’s been five years since we last saw each other in person hasn’t it?”

He chuckled and nodded looking around the apartment. “It has, and it’s been a hell of a lot different after you left.”

“We can catch up about that later, All I know is I am glad to be back.” You smiled then pulled your hair back in a tight pony-tail and picking up a box. “Anyways, Who’s ready to get to work around here~?”

Jihae was quick to reply, throwing his arms into the air.


The remainder of the day was mostly spent painting and un-boxing much of the stuff, but with a lot of hard-work on most of the rooms, and by most, the living room and both yours and Jihae’s room, was set, leaving the kitchen, bathroom, and spare room left to finish.

Hoseok stepped out of one of the rooms being worked on and sat down with a sigh. “It takes that long for a couple rooms? Its been 7 hours…!” He stifled a laugh, before leaning forward. “I would ask if you want to go out with the boys just for a little together but I feel as if it is to late for that.”

You shook your head. “Actually that would be great…!” You smiled getting up from your chair.

“Are you sure..?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “It is only 6, We don’t go to bed till 9.” You smiled. “Just give me time to get washed up..”

He nodded and texted the boys as you took Jihae in your arms to get him dressed. “Momma… Were going to meet Uncle Tae and Jin…?” You smiled and nodded. “And Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon..”

“What about daddy?”

It’s as if the color drained from your face. There’s the question you always wanted to avoid but you knew that it would pop up soon. Trying to find the right words you set your son down and smiled a bit sadly. “When the time comes I will tell you but now wouldn’t be good…”

“But I wanna know…!” You started to put his shoes on him. “Trust me… I will tell you but to much things are happening right now..”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Did something happen between Mommy and Daddy…?” You sighed and nodded. “At your age, you wouldn’t be able to fully understand.” Your son pouted making you smile. It was scary how similar Jihae looked to his father. The dark brown, close to being black, hair, the chocolate brown eyes, Hell even the pout he did. You thought about why you used Yoongi’s surname for Jihae, not being able to think why. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hoseok knocked, leaning against the door frame.

“You ready?”

You nodded, Helping Jihae down before following Hobi. “Where are we going?”

“A little corner cafe where we can all kick back and relax.. Is that fine?”

You nodded. “Perfect~

Once arriving you found all the guys there, Sitting around in the couch area chatting away. You chuckled noticing how they changed a lot after a few years.You pushed the doors open to the cafe and made your way over, Taehyung immediately noticed your arrival and jumped up to tackle you in a hug. “Oh my god you’re back?!”

You laughed and nodded, The other quickly following along and hugging you as well. “Did Hoseok not tell you I was coming?”

Jungkook smiled, shaking his head. “He only told us he had something important to talk to us about..!” You shook my head and looked over to Hobi, he only shrugged while snickering.

A screech was heard from Tae as he noticed Jihae’s presence behind you. “Is that him..?!” He crouched down, smiling while Jihae slowly came from behind you and smiled shyly. “Awe cmon, You were so excited to meet them till now.. Why become shy?” You chuckled as he stood in front of Taehyung.

“I’m Jihae….”

“He looks just like…”  He looked over to me, shutting himself up before holding his hand out to Jihae. “Im Taehyung.”

The other 5 watched, smiling before introducing themselves as well.

The time went with all of you catching up and joking around until it came for the moment you had to leave because both you and Jihae were sleepy. So you said goodbye to all of them and took your leave, As soon as you stepped out you realized the ground was wet, taking note that it had rained so you picked Jihae up and wrapped him in your jacket so he would stay warm.

It wasn’t until you heard a gasp close by that you let the curiosity get to you and turned towards it, only to find out the gasp was because of you.

“Oh my god it actually is you…”

Part of you felt weak noticing the presence of someone who fucked up the entirety of your life, the one who messed it all up and called you disgusting names. You found yourself in front of her not knowing what to do at the moment.


You knew you should have been pissed at her but you had an agreement with yourself, even then all those feelings that you had towards her were faded and gone. You noticed she was at the point of tears and couldn’t look you in the eye. Had she felt bad..? She was mumbling a lot of nonsense you couldn’t make out. You just stared.

Her eyes trailed down to where Jihae, who was fast asleep on your shoulder. You shifted feet uncomfortably and watched her cautiously.

“I’m so sorry…” She bit down on her lip and you stood in silence for a bit letting it sink in that she had actually felt guilty. You had no clue what to say so you sighed and let whatever came to your mind first.

“You took everything away from me. My boyfriend, My happiness, an much more.” She flinched, choking back a cry. “You gained absolutely jack-shit for doing this.” She staggered a bit from you words only small apologies slipping out.

You stepped towards and looked her in the eye for once. “But that was 5 years ago. I forgave you when I made the choice to let any grudge go and that’s when I sat in a hospital bed with a baby cradled in my arms.”

She seemed to relax a bit at your words.

“It was fucked up, yes, but people learn from their mistakes and even if it’s really bad, some are meant to be forgiven.

She seemed shocked and you smiled a bit.

“Don’t get hung up on the past because of mistakes. I can see you have changed. Look to the future and forget what happened then and look at what is happening now..”

That’s when a man made his way out and over next to Jennie’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist with a confused look upon his face. She hugged him and cried into his chest so you took the chance to turn and walk off, your question about Yoongi being answered.

“Goodbye Jennie.”

The encounter with Jennie left you thinking about it longer then you should have. It had been four days since you were distracted by the sudden encounter that you hadn’t been paying attention and ran right into a stranger, dropping the four bags of groceries across the pavement. The stranger was quick to help you pick the items up, and when you looked up to thank the stranger, your eyes widened, and as if realizing too he staggered back.


You were, to say in the least, wanting to cry. Sudden Encounter #2 was the one encounter you definitely were not ready for. It made you want to run, and run away far but you managed to keep an act up. You had to stay strong for the sake of yourself and your kid. So you stood up and nodded your head slighly at him.


And then luck wasn’t so much on your side when you heard the yell of your son, Hoseok close behind him.

Mommy returned uncle Hobi…!

 You looked up to Yoongi watching his reaction as he went pale and looked like he had just seen death. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

You really wanted this to be a dream


anonymous asked:

There is no way I'm believing Goku wasn't there for Gohan's birth. Like sure maybe it's too hopeful to think Goku took the time to visit Earth when Goten was born, but COME ON if he was there to name Gohan then for SURE was there too for his birth!

Yeah exactly! It’s hard to believe…The earth was said to be “peaceful” for 5 years. That means no bad guys like Piccolo. So what did Goku really do? Other then spend time with Chichi or any of the villagers of mount paozu. 

It is said that goku has not seen his friends or contacted them for 5 years. 

(proof of this is how surprised they were to see that goku had a son) So again this leads to the fact that during the 5 years he spend a majority of his time with Chichi. 

And if he “wasn’t there for gohan’s birth” as said by toyotaro (because he happened to be fighting a tiger/catching a fish or dinosaur for dinner or what ever) then fine but, by the pictures shown by both the manga and Toei, it shows Goku holding a baby Gohan meaning he got to hold gohan right after he was born and let into the room. 

BUUUT When toyotaro made goku say “I’ve never seen a baby born before” this REALLY does not make sense. You see many times Goku out in the wild surrounded by animals. I’m sure that he’s accidentally encountered animals “going at it”. It has even shown goku witness birth or animals going into labor by the DBZ episodes. He didn’t look like he’s seen anything out of the ordinary. In fact him seeing birth looked VERY ordinary. 
The first time Goku sees birth (according to the anime): 

Vs the 2nd time Goku’s seen birth: 

((This is literally the face of a man who’s seen the miracle of birth before lmao!!!))

On top of that, given chichi’s character, I’m SURE she’s educated him on the whole birth thing and the changes her body will be going through lmao. So yeah REALLY doesn’t make sense.  

Dialogue ideas

1) “I have a lot of blood on my hands. Believe me, that’s not a burden you should have to carry.”

2) “Stay here. I’ll be back for you soon.”

3) “It’s been a long day.”

4) “Learn from my mistakes. Be a better leader than I was.”

5) “You let me down.”

6) “I waited for you. I waited for ten damn years and you never came back.”

7) “See you in another life, my darling.”

8) “Leave the city and never return.”

9) “I’m looking for someone.”

10) “Honey?” “Yeah?” “You know you’re stirring your coffee with a pen, right?”

11) “Lets go home.”

12) “Have you found what you were looking for?” “Yeah. I found him.”

13) “I just wanna go home.”

14) “Did you ever even stop to wonder what would happen?” “I didn’t have a choice!” “You killed innocent people!” “More would have died if I didn’t make that choice! I did what I had to do!”

15) “Look at me.”

16) “What did I miss?”

17) “Move on. Do not be a prisoner to your past. You were the villain, get over it. Today you’re the hero.”

18) “I wanted to tell you something before I left.”

19) “I can’t do this.”

20) “Where have you been?” “The past.”

Robin’s Nest: Part 15

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 732

AN: I want to get a kind of fluffy chapter in, and this is what happened. In the next chapter we’ll start seeing the story move along again.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14

    After thirty-six years of life, nearly twenty years of marriage, seven kids, and several years of crime fighting, you like to think you’ve learned some things. For instance, if you let one kid fight crime, eventually the others are going to want to as well. And if you set a bedtime for one, you have to set a bedtime for all of them. And if one of you gets sick, you’re ALL going to get sick.

    It starts with Damian and Helena. You try to quarantine it right off the bat; after the first sniffle. You barricade them in their room, and you keep everyone in the family away from them. You’re the only one allowed in and out.

    The rest of the family takes up residence in the batcave. The family motto becomes ‘distance is your friend.’ You see the rest of your family very little over the next few days, until Bruce sends you a text asking you to come down.

    More than a bit tired from taking care of two sick kids, you trudge downstairs to find four more. Tim looks absolutely miserable, slumped over the computer in his Robin uniform, Dick is shivering, Jason is groaning, and Cass is curled up on the gurney in a little ball.

    You and Bruce share a look, he removes the cowl and picks up Tim and Cass, and makes his way upstairs while you guide Jason and Dick. You and Bruce call out of work for the rest of the week and spend your days taking care of your kids. The only ones you were able to save were Alfred and Terry.

    The butler had been kind enough to take the four year old to a hotel when the first symptoms had made themselves known. With Terry being so young, and Alfred being older, you hadn’t wanted either of them catching the flu. So you had sent them packing.

    For a week you dealt with upset stomachs, fevers, chills, congestion, and sore throats. By the end of the tenth day, you and Bruce were ready to die yourselves, but you both keep going. Because that’s what parents do.

    “I want to die,” you murmur, face down into your pillow.

    Bruce rests his head on your back, “If you go, I’m going with you. You’re not leaving me here alone.”

    You turn over, so that his head is resting against your belly. You run your fingers through his hair, “Not an option.”


    “You said it, buddy. But in the grand scheme of things, we were kind of due. We haven’t had an outbreak since before Terry was born.”

    “Still, I hate to see them suffer.”

    “A parent’s worst nightmare is to see their kid in pain.”

    “And yet, we let our kids run around as masked vigilantes.”

    You laugh, “They take after their father.”

    Bruce smiles, “They keep evolving and changing too. Dick’s almost as tall as me now, and Jason is getting there. Tim is a string bean if I’ve ever seen one, and have you seen how long Cass’ hair has gotten?”

    You smile. In the four years since the doppelgangers had vanished you’d watched as your sons evolved. Dick had become Nightwing, Jason had become the Red Hood, Cass was BlackBat, and Tim was the latest Robin.

    You nudge Bruce, “Helena told me yesterday that she wants to be the next Robin, and then Damian started arguing saying that he was going to be the next Robin. It would have been cute had they both not had fevers.”

    Bruce just sighs, “Are we doing the right thing?”

    Your hand stills in his hair for a second before starting again, “I think the time to have asked that question has long passed Bruce. Our family is made up of crime fighters, I find that it’s better not to question it.”

    Bruce just nods, before sitting up, then he’s leaning over you and kissing you. His fingers tangle in your hair and you clutch him close. He whispers in your ear, “I love you so much.” He peppers your face with kisses, “Thank you for loving me, and marrying me, giving me seven beautiful children, and for putting up with Batman. Thank your for existing.”

    You pull him in and kiss him again, “I love you Bruce Wayne. Don’t you ever forget that.”

    He just smiles and kisses you again.

Ages at the end of this chapter

Bruce and Batmom- 36


Jason- 14

Tim- 11

Damian and Helena- 8

Terry- 4

Danger In Fiction: The Parasite

‘He stumbled down the path he newly laid, loose papers falling from his messy ink-stained notebook. The Author’s heart was nearly beating out of his chest; frantically writing a way out of the woods and trying to hold back the searing pain of the bullet in his back was proving more difficult than he expected. But he still kept going, scribbling page after page after page to keep his path clear. He’d be out of the woods soon enough. He just need to keep going…

He stopped?…

After a moment he… threw his notebook to the ground. He started to look around the woods, spinning on the spot, his eyes wide and scanning every detail around him.

He spoke suddenly.

“Who are you?! How are you doing this?! Stop it!”

His voice hurt after his screaming beforehand. The pain in his back increased suddenly and he flinched, clutching his back and hissing in agony.


He screamed. The pain subsided-


“Nobody controls me!! Nobody!! I can write things into being!! I am the one in control!!”

Ha ha.

How foolish the Author has become. How little he understands his own power. And how little he knows about how much danger he is currently in if he doesn’t keep moving-

“I don’t care!! Stop narrating me!!… I can write my own way out of this! I don’t need anyone’s help!”

The Author stared at his notebook, for an embarrassingly long time-

“SHUT UP!… Ok, ok.”

He writes…

“The Author… looks up from his notebook to see the path continuing through the woods. The path weaved around trees… as not to give anything following him the chance to catch up with him!”

This was a foolish thing to write-

“Shut up!… he started to follow the path, safe in the knowledge that he would soon he out of the monster infested woods and back to civilisation!”

… The Author followed the path, unaware of what a stupid mistake he’d made.

“What do you mean?”

In the distance behind him was a hungry roar. The ground began to rumble as one of these ‘monsters’ caught his scent and would now proceed to chase him down on this new, completely obvious path.

“What?! No!-”

He started to run. He ran much faster than before, as if the bullet in his back had completely vanished… but the monster was catching up to him. He started to weave around the trees the path had placed, but the monster merely thundered on, ploughing through the trees, and the weaving only slowed the poor Author down. The monster leaped at him- the Author suddenly stopped running- he headed back, trying to run past the monster in the other direction, thinking he could fool the creature…

The Author lay face first into the ground, his notebook torn and pages scattered around him. The monster had gone, thank goodness, but the Author… The monster’s hand had caught him on the way past, dragging its huge razor sharp claws across his face… shredding the skin around his eyes, and nearly his eyes themselves, to a gruesome and unfortunate result. He had his face in his hands, blood dripping through the gaps in his fingers…

He didn’t have to create the monsters. He could have left them out, made a simple path out of the woods. Not mentioned them at all. But he was greedy with his power, and this is what happens when you get greedy.

“…I couldn’t help it… I write horror for a living… I… I couldn’t help it.”

I step out from the darkness, revealing myself to him finally. I had searched for a raucous cry of betrayal that woke me, and I found him, lying in his own blood, growling his every breath in pain. I pitied him. He was betrayed. All he wanted was cooperation. All he wanted was his ‘characters’ to respect him. But he couldn’t control everything. And only now has he finally realised that…

He sat up and lowered his hand from his face. His eyes were a mess. His left eye was ruined; it was difficult to tell which bloody cut was the lip of his eyelid. His right eye… although he could open it, it stung to feel the air rest on his eyeball-


He lay his hands on the ground suddenly. He started to grab at the air, fumble through the ground… He paused…

“I can’t see.”

It was hard to tell through the trickles of blood, but by his shuddering breath, it was clear he was crying.

“I can’t see…”

“I’m blind… I’m finished. I can’t write anymore. I’ve lost everything that means anything to me!!”

He continued to sob heavily.

Now more than ever before did I pity him. Such a wonderful talent should never go to waste. All he wanted was to express his abilities…

I could help him. You see… I have powers too. Like him, I can control what happens, not by writing, but by speaking. He saw for himself. I was the one who helped him get on his feet when he was shot down, I was the one who walked him out of the cabin, I was the one who got him so far… until he took control and screwed himself over- but anyway, I could help him… if he helped me.

I have this power because I am not human, as he guessed. My kind are born with this power… Our name is unpronounceable and our species is unknown. But I guess the best way to describe our kind is… a parasite. Sounds off-putting, I know, but it is true. A parasite meaning, an organism that can only live by the means of another creature…

A host.

The Author’s head raised from his hands. I peaked his interest.

I can give you back your power to bring whatever you want into being. Although you can’t write anymore, you could still narrate! You would become omnipresent, you would know everything that will happen, even without seeing it! You could proudly state what would happen in the next minute, 5 minutes, 5 days, weeks, even 5 years and know you will be correct, for whatever you say will happen will happen! You can get everything back… just let me in.


Thank you, Author.


“The Host took a deep breath in… and out. He stood up, tall and proud, taking in another few breaths… it felt good to feel cold crisp air filling his lungs. He took a long look around him. Through these new eyes… he saw everything. Everything that was going to happen. Everything that will happen. The Host smiled, knowing he would find a new place to start over, new… friends to meet, new places to go, new goals to accomplish.

He turned and walked down the path leading directly out of the woods, leaving the scattered pages of his notebook behind.

And the Host was happy.”’

Seriously, guys, the more I think about the dynamics and such that are playing out in the last episodes of this season, the more I’m just LOVING what the show is doing for next season. 

1. We have Lady Knight Echo who lost her King, but finds a new one in Bellamy. We’ll likely get the whole knight/king (aka queen) trope between them, and I could see her being fiercely loyal and protective of him, and I’m honestly going to love seeing Bellamy having a loyal fighter who is completely devoted to him, ya’know?

2. We have two soulmates seperated by space and an apocalypse, and they’ll spend most of season 5 finding their way physically and emotionally back to each other. 

3. We have Bellamy Blake who is full out the central leader of his group, and it’ll be amazing to see the kind of man he’ll be now that he’s stepping in the role of being the head. He’ll be more mature and likely a bit more big picture thinking, and I can’t help think that he’s not quite going to be as emotional and impulsive like he use to be.  Bellamy is also going to be the leader that ALL of Clarke’s friends look to now, and I bet they’re going to have their own routines down and Clarke will find that she doesn’t really fit anymore (though, she’ll fit again, it’ll just take awhile). 

4. We have Braven being the new co-leader couple (not romantic, bc yeah, that ain’t happening), so that when Clarke comes back, you can already see that Braven will struggle with letting Clarke back in and Clarke will struggle with that fact that Raven and Bellamy are now use to being the co-leader couple without her. 

5. Clarke is now a mom, and it’ll turn her more into a heart, like Bellamy was, and now she and Bellamy will understand each other EVEN MORE (and I didn’t think that was possible). 

6. You just know that either Marper or Memori is having trouble in paradise and likely not together after 6 years, so we’ll find out what happened there and why. 

7. We’re likely going to see some pairings that we didn’t expect (for example, maybe Murphy x Raven or Octavia x Niylah or Bellamy x Echo, etc). 

8. BELLARKE REUNION (like… omg that’s going to be EPIC)

9. Octavia is totally going to be a completely different person, and Bellamy and her are going to clash on leadership ideas and decisions. 

10. These prisoner miners from space might allow us to have at least one good, old antagonist like in Mt. Weather and the story NEEDS that. 

11. We get to expand (truely expand) the world of The 100 and learn about a new culture, and realize that we have new cultures all around next season w/ Octavia’s group being the Mt. Men (basically), Clarke the grounder, Bellamy the Sky person, and Unknown Belters. 

12. We get to see how much Murphy and Emori change now that they’re part of a group and no longer outsiders. 

13. We get to see Jaha likely be a father to that boy in the finale, and him having a son again… and maybe doing right by this son like he didn’t with Wells. 

14. We get to see Abby’s brain falling apart slowly, while she likely has more premonitions (and is prophetic) and so we get some cool “magic”-like elements in the story next year. 

15. We learn more about the Red Dawn, Becca, and the Penal Colony and their connection with each other. 

16. We get to see how ALL of these new cultures will either destroy each other or work together to survive on that tiny bit of earth that’s still inhabitable. 

There’s just so much, and I’m soo excited for all these new possibilities. 

My 20 year old husband - [Day 9 : War of Hormones]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9

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My Eyes - Part 8

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,292

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously on…

                                                    5 YEARS LATER

Bucky tried to say goodbye to the girl with a polite nod. But she clearly had other ideas. He couldn’t bring himself to stop her lips from crashing onto his, her tongue jamming into his mouth.

She whispered something seductive about seeing him again. But Bucky had no intention of letting that happen again.

He closed the door, thankful that he finally got rid of her.

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Roy raps his knuckles on Georgina’s door, yelling to her to hurry up. He can hear her banging things, the slamming of a cupboard door. She calls out ‘Alright, alright,’ then lets out a gasp when she swings the door open and sees his face.

Georgina: Roy! What happened?
Roy: Oh, this? I went round to see Joël, and Anita threw a coffee machine at me. Are you ready to go? We can’t be late, they’re really strict about visiting hours-
Georgina: W-wait. Anita? Threw a coffee machine at you? Why?
Roy: Who the fuck knows. Because she’s psycho, basically. Come on, let’s hustle. Got your handbag? Got your room card?
Georgina: Y-yes, Roy.

She follows him on shaky legs, Anita’s words to her at the barbecue snaking after her down the stairs: Keep away from me, and keep away from Joël. Because you do NOT know what you are dealing with. Trust me, little girl. You have no idea.


Hear me out.
The middle circle of the blurryface cover design (the one that supposedly represents TIMH) is, in-fact, inspired by a magnified onion layer.
Let me take you through it;

Tear in my heart is the first clue. Tear can also be pronounced as tear, such as crying. Tell me, what makes you cry?
Sadness? yeah.

What makes you cry when you don’t want to?
Laughter? sure.
Small animals? i mean go for it…



As Tyler was discussing the design of the cover, he thought of Jenna, whom the song is about, and how she makes him cry (with laughter) even when he doesn’t want to. A thing that onions, can also do (probably not with laughter tho). Onionspiration strikes again.

Point 2:
The song, Tear In My Heart, goes for 3:08 minutes.
Exactly 3:08. A strange number… why not stop at 3 minutes? Why not go the extra 2 second to 3:10. I’ll tell you why;
3:08 or as I like to see it as, 308, is the precise street number of the one and only GLASS ONION SOCIETY. I kid you not.

Coincidence? Hardly.

Point 3:
The Blurryface album features three colours; black, white and red.
What do these colours have to do with onions you may ask. Well i’ll tell you;

The two most common colours of onions are…

And the seeds colour?


Point 4:
The music video for the song Tear In My Heart, takes place in Chinatown, Los Angeles.
A very different scene to other of the band’s music videos, the perfect way to hide a clue. In plain sight.
Onions, originate from Asia.
And as we all know, China is part of asia.
Point closed.

Point 5:

Point 6:
It is a widely know fact (obviously) that the average person consumes around 13 pounds of onion per year.
The exact number of letters in “Tear In My Heart”
Facts in ya face.

Point 7:
At the beginning of the song, Tyler shouts the words ‘Annyeonghaseyo ’ a phrase that means ‘Good Morning’ when translated from Korean to English.
“Good Morning”… the exact words any rational, civilised human would utter upon the viewing of an onion.

To any bystander, it would appear that Tyler is screaming ‘Onion i say yo” which is also an appropriate way to greet an onion.

Point 8:
“Tear In My Heart” is the fifth song on the Blurryface album. 5 also just so happens to be the average number of useful and edible layers an onion has.
Like Shrek, an onion is DEEPLY layered. A lot like love.


Fifth design:

I know what you’re thinking. “Whats the difference?”. Don’t fret, it took me 2 years to see the truth

And thus, thy case is closed. The fifth or centre circle of the Blurryface album is indeed inspired by a magnified onion layer.

Thank you for letting me enlighten you. Please feel free to add your points to this completely valid, informed and in no way joke of a theory. (also i know people think the middle circle is doubt but i don’t think i can make a theory this stupid about doubt XD)

Waiting for season 5 of The 100 is a lot like preparing yourself for your first year of college. On one hand, you’re really excited and can’t wait to see what happens next. On the other, you’re breathing into a paper bag and shaking and crying and praying PLEASE GOD DONT LET THIS THING GET SCREWED UP and then OH GOD ITS GONNA GET SCREWED UP IM GONNA DIE.

So, in conclusion, you’re either:

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

Or you’re:

Originally posted by hyperventilating

And it’s really fun and great for your mental health.

Hiya fuckers. I’ve been thinking again. Only a little smoke, small fire. No worries, I put it out quickly. I’m fiiiine.

I’ve been specifically thinking about dating (it fucking sucks, I know). There seem to be no rules for that game these days. It’s all ghosting, stage 5 clinging and just friends. How do you play a game with no fucking rules?!? Well, I have devised a set of rules for dating. I shall share them with you…

1. Do not, I repeat do not snoop through their shit. This includes phones, diaries, or anything else that is their private property. If I have to explain this in any more detail to you, you shouldn’t be in the dating pool. Try again after you’ve worked your shit out.

2. Time apart is god damn glorious. Yeah yeah, I know you love the sparkle in her eyes and the way he smells really trips your trigger. That shit fades, friend. Don’t put your friends to the wayside and make this new person you barely know your priority 100% of the time. That new car smell wears off, and eventually it smells like farts after Mexican food.

3. Save those loaded three words. Unless those three words are “suck my dick”, let those flow freely. Get your freak on. Save the scary words for when you really fucking mean them. Don’t be that person that takes those words back. Everyone hates that fuckbag. Kay?

4. Just the tip. You have to let people in a little. Especially if you hope that one day this person will love you or some shit. How do you expect them to do that if you’ve hid all your best parts behind some bullshit wall? I’m not saying bare your entire twisted mixed up soul on day one, calm your tits. And for fucks sake, don’t share your bank account info.

5. Let go and go with the flow. You can’t plan life. It does what it pleases, she’s a selfish bitch in that way. Maybe the person you’re seeing now might end up being your zombie apocalypse partner with matching Motörhead shirts (just my goal? Okay. Cool. Don’t fucking judge me.). Maybe they will end up being an awkward run in ten years from now. Only time will tell. Just enjoy it and see what happens…

Those are my rules. Use them how you wish. Or don’t. It’s whatever. If they get you laid, I’d love to know. If they don’t, sorry. I was built to disappoint. It’s my thing. (Insert two eyed wink here)

baking. (namjoon)

(i wrote this at like 4am for no reason and it kinda dragged on and went nowhere)

I just don’t understand..”, you pause to dust flour off your shirt. “..why they would put us in charge of the cake.” You and Namjoon were walking hurricanes at times. You two tripping over your own two feet, breaking items by simply touching. It was hilarious at the same time ridiculous. “Beats me”, he tells you while wiping down the last of the mess on the counter tops. Being assigned to make the birthday cake for y’alls friend wasn’t the best thing your friend group could have done. Looking past the walking disaster part, Namjoon and you weren’t exactly the closest. The two of you seemed to clash at everything. You did try in the beginning to get close to him but it always ended with small bickering that could be brushed off but stayed in the back of your mind. Taking a deep breathe and looking around at the now spotless kitchen you sink to the floor and sit right in front of the oven. Namjoon pauses with his wiping, “why are you on the floor?” And without taking your eyes off of the oven you tell him, “this cake with not burn on my watch”. Throwing the towel aside he admires his cleanliness for a moment. “We set a timer, it won’t burn”. With a wave of your hand you say, “Mhmm, details.” Namjoon glances around the kitchen and contemplated leaving to the living room but instead plops down next to you. You’re thankful for the gap he leaves in between the two of you. Despite the dislike, or so you think, he may have for you the dimpled boy makes you nervous at times. You hold up your hand to him with a grin. “What?” he asks, eyeing your hand. “High five. We actually made a cake.” your smile getting bigger. All he does is roll his eyes, “We don’t even know if it tastes good.” Before you lower your hand you give yourself a high five. “Well … I’m proud of us.” you let him know. At that he lets out a small laugh. Building up the courage you blurt out, “Why don’t you like me?” His head snaps to you but you refuse to look at him. “W-what?” his body now fully turned to you. “What do you mean ‘why don’t I like you’?”, he asks in a tone of voice you’ve never heard. “Well yeah..”, you mumble. “We’re always passive with each other and bickering ..”, your sentence tapering off. He grabs your wrist to get you to look at him and says, “I didn’t know you would take that as me not liking you”. His eyes search you face as he continues on, “it’s nothing like that”. With a small nod you add, “Oh.. it’s just I always thought we could be great friends”. The soft look on his face is wiped off and he turns his body back to the oven, “Yeah. Friends. Sure”. Taken aback my his sudden change in attitude you exclaim, “See!”, you point your finger at him and tell him, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” He bends his knees to rest his elbows on. It’s quiet for a moment before he says, “I don’t want to be your friend”. His words hurt you. You try to calm the racing of your heart and swallow the lump in your throat before letting out a small “oh”. Even at the small word your voice still manages to crack. You’ve never taken rejection well. Namjoon looks over at you with wide eyes and reaches over to grab both your hands. “That’s not how it sounds!”, he says and gives your hands a squeeze. You give him a look that translates to “explain”. He takes a deep breathe, refusing to make eye contact with you, “Trust me when I say that I don’t not like you..”, he says. “But you don’t want to be my friend? I’m confu-“, you can’t finish your sentence before you cuts you off telling you, “No, I don’t”. With furrowed brows you start to remove your hands from his before it clicks. “Wait.” and you fumble to get on your knees. “You don’t NOT like… you like-like me!” At your sentence Namjoon scoffs and says, “Like like you? What are you 5?”. You let out a laugh, “Are YOU? I can’t believe you were mean to me cause you like me.” and you can’t help the smug grin on your face. “Well I take it back I don’t like you anymore.”
“Nope. No take backs.”
“Wow you really are 5 years old.” he says but can’t help the smile that comes across his face. You two stare at each other for a moment really taking it what exactly is happening. “I really like you too by the way.” you let him know.
“Mhmm”, leaves your mouth quietly while you nervously chew on your bottom lip. You see his face slowly getting closer to yours and you’re ready for whatever is bound to happen next. As soon as you start to inch closer to him the oven timer goes off snapping you out of your daze and has you jumping to stand up, “Our cake!” Before you could stand Namjoon is yanking you back to him. “I’ve waited long enough.” and then his lips are on yours. Your hands fly to his hair and his around your waist. His lips are just as soft as they look and he definitely knows what he’s doing. Namjoon holds onto you tightly, like you could disappear at any moment. “I can’t believe I finally have you”, he all but sighs into your mouth. His words just make your grip on his hair tighter and you add more pressure to his lips. Just as you move to straddle him the smoke detector goes off.

“Our cake!”


Looking through old Olicity videos I came across this one of @mrseclipse555 and realised, if you listen to the lyrics, it fits them PERFECTLY as they are NOW. 

Cannot WAIT for if/when Tanya returns to do another. Their reunion has been on a steady incline for several episodes (it was put on halt in season 4) but something changed very recently. It’s started its own beat so to say. A beat, a rhythm - a heartbeat - that wasn’t there in season 3. 

For me this BEAT started thumping in my chest in episode 10 of season 5 but for some reason, in episode 14 it kicked up a notch. It’s still a slow beat but I think it’s going to rev up. It’s telling of a very different kind of love, one they haven’t let us see just yet but… I feel a build up coming. Maybe. Or something. there’s just something coming up that’s GOOD for them and I can’t put my finger on it.

It might even be sexy as hell.

Maybe I’m full of it. Maybe I’m just seeing things and I’m sure I am - @n4r4nch4 @louiseblue1 @dust2dust34 @scu11y22 am I? - but what if I’m not? Listen to it. :)

We’re coming up to episode 15 now where - normally in Arrow, ep 15 is the one where something happens that decides the tone of the next few episodes (S1: Felicity officially joins the team, they develop a rhythm and Oliver starts dating McKenna. S2: Oliver meets Slade again after 5 years and the first thing Slade does is let him know that he’s ere to ruin him. S3: once again Oliver ignores Felicity and goes to rescues Malcolm and gets kidnapped by Ra’s and offered a kingdom + Felicity sleeps with ray. S4: O+ F break up. S5: ????).

Exciting the possibilities are endless.

But I feel a rhythm - something like lava flow far beneath the surface… eventually eruptions are necessary to offset pressure .

Originally posted by bemylightshadow

But… um… that part (the above) is just me. I’m gutter minded and all sorts of hopeful.

anonymous asked:

I don't mean to be a nervous nellie but with Jmo leaving and Colin possibly staying what do you think that could mean for CS? Do you think they would actually kill off Emma? Because I'm struggling to think of ways they could have Killian on screen without Emma. But killing off Emma seems such a drastic thing for this show, it would go against everything they've been promoting! Eddie has said he's the most happy w/Emma's journey, I don't see how that would = death. Any thoughts?

Okay. I have a lot of anons in this vein, but I’m not going to spend this week on pointless speculations and doomsday scenarios. So one time only:

NO, I DO NOT THINK THEY ARE KILLING EMMA.  (Seriously, just stop it with this nonsense, the show could not continue in any iteration if she died, who would watch a reboot of a show about hope if the main protagonist for 6 seasons died for her trouble?) 

NO, I DO NOT THINK CAPTAIN SWAN WILL BREAK UP OR DIVORCE OR OTHERWISE WILLINGLY SEPARATE FROM ONE ANOTHER. (Stop it with this too, good grief, they promised to love one another for eternity. Get with the program and after 5 years believe in Captain Swan.) 


For anything else we have to see what happens in the next few weeks, but let me reiterate it is pointless to drive yourself mad with doomsday speculation because anything you come up with will undoubtedly be wrong. 

For now, please enjoy the amazing Captain Swan wedding, reveal in the musical, enjoy Emma’s journey and Emma and the heroes winning the final battle. 


Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #59

Some things are not meant to happen.

Today, I thought I’d finally take my revenge on Gadreel, that I’d get a chance to make him pay, blow after blow, for what he’s done, but now I’ll have to wait. The son of a bitch suddenly became a valuable bargaining chip in a deal set by Metatron himself and unfortunately, it was an offer we couldn’t refuse: Gadreel’s life against Castiel’s. I wasn’t keen on letting the angel go but between revenge and friendship, the choice was quickly made.

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{Part 6} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by jayseattle

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama / Angst / Fluff

Summary: You meet with Jay and a mysterious woman. You learn the importance of decisions and choices, and having the freedom to make your own.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour - talks about whorephobia and stigma.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

A part of Jay had already decided that you would never pick up the phone to call him. He had secretly accepted to himself that he completely scared you off to the point that he would never hear from or see you again, so upon hearing your voice on the other end of the phone; he felt an unbelievable weight get lifted from his shoulders.

“(Y/N)…I was so worried about you. I didn’t think you would call” he replied nervously as he quickly walked towards his car, letting himself in and closing the door, sinking down into the driver’s seat. He thought to himself “It’s so good to hear her voice again. Not as babydoll, but as (Y/N)”

“I didn’t think I would be calling you either, trust me” you chuckled light-heartedly, hearing Jay mimic a similar sound back through the phone. “Look, Jay…I’ve done a lot of thinking since…well, since everything happened. I just…I don’t know what to do. Part of me feels like an idiot, and the other part of me feels sorry about the way I spoke to you. And I am…sorry.”

“You have absolutely no reason to apologise to me. I came on too strong and that’s my fault. I’m part of the reason why you’re in this mess and I want to help you in any way I can.” Jay uttered almost instantly, placing his free hand on the wheel and leaning his head back on the seat. You blinked several times – completely agreeing with him but not knowing how to respond so directly. You couldn’t agree more that if Jay hadn’t of interjected the way he did, none of this would have happened – but you also couldn’t deny that if he hadn’t, you would still be in the same situation as you were previously, being none the wiser.

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I have been an absentee blogger lately…

…And to be honest, other than the last week, I haven’t had much of an excuse.

School has been a little more stressful than I’m used to, yeah, but the real reason I’ve been absent was because I was working hard at my job, due to the fact that a newly hired coworker was committing most of her time to make me look bad in front of my superiors. I submitted a complaint about what I saw happening… but last Friday I was laid off.

The owner cited “downsizing” as the reason for separating but honestly, I feel like they may have re-hired this antagonistic employee (who had peddled company secrets to competitors for personal gain in the past, the reason she was fired before) with the intention of letting me go all along. I put so much effort into that company for 5 and a half years, it was tough to see the rug ripped right out from under me. Especially when the boss specifically tells me that I am an ideal employee who hasn’t done anything wrong.

“We’ve just decided to go in a new direction”

I’ve been depressed. That job was all I knew for over half a decade. I altered my educational plans to be a better employee for them. When asked if I wanted to commit to the company and be there long-term as a permanent fixture: I said yes.

I felt betrayed. I feel betrayed.

But I’m working on moving past it. Licking my wounds and getting back on my feet.

Carrying on.

I’m hopeful that someone out there will see my worth and give me a chance at a new home. Knowing that the loyalty and perspective I bring to the table is rare.

I will overcome.

I will be back.

But until then, I hope you guys stick with me… I just need a little more time.


So this just happened

“Whatcha watching”
AND HE WAS LIKE “nothing” AND TURNED OFF HIS KINDLE RIGHT AWAY AND MY MOM WAS LIKE “well now I have to know what were you watching??”
*5 minutes later of my mom trying to get carter to tell her what he’s watching*
Carter: …
Carter: …
Mom: *takes kindle* WHATS YOUR PASSWORD
mom: YES
Carter: *verge of tears* I WAS WATCHING..
*its been like 15 minutes*
Carter: HARRY POTTER *puts in password* SEE
mom: okay why did you make such a big deal out of this
mom: carter
Carter: WHAT
Mom: LOTS OF PEOPLE LIKE HARRY POTTER DONT LISTEN TO YOUR BROTHER BE WHO YA WANNA BE *lecture lecture to Matthew to carter to be nicer blah don’t lie to ya mom blah blah be yourself*

Me: *snickering in the corner* ik you were secretly watching gay porn and or reading smut Carter don’t even try to hide it from me.