“Don’t say it’s over” Calum pleaded again.

“I cannot stay with someone who cheated. It seems like the whole world is laughing at me because I was so oblivious to everything that was going on. It’s all over the magazines, headlines over headlines, thousands of notifications on twitter, tumblr, it’s even on the fucking TV , Calum. How do you think it feels? You were holding hands with that goddamn girl after you came from a romantic dinner. You don’t even took me out once in the past six months!” You yelled at the dark haired boy.

“It’s paranoia. You’re seeing things, Y/N” he tried to reason.

“Oh, of course. That’s all just my fantasy. It makes random girls magically appear next to you. Let me guess: Because I wish for it, right?” You couldn’t calm down. He was getting on your last nerves. 

“Media is just playing some tricks on your mind again. They probably got bored and needed another story” he shrugged. Calum didn’t see these articles as a problem since he knew he didn’t cheat on you. You weren’t that sure and his calm irritated you.

“You just let them influence our realtionship way too much!” Now it was your boyfriend who was getting angry. “Do they fucking control you? Because I think so. Y/N, you know me better than I. I would never do this to you. I love you! I’m innocent.”

You huffed not believing him, leaving the room. You couldn’t face him any longer.

Leave requests if you want to.

i. Sometimes, I still think about the old times. You know, reminiscing the past. The moments that we've spent together. Those memories were in my heart for years.

ii. Sometimes, I still want to text you first. To say how much I miss you. What I feel about you. Even if you won’t reply, I still want to text you.

iii. Sometimes, I still want to hold your hand. Securing that you won’t get away from me. Showing other people that you are mine. You are mine until the day I let your hand go.

iv. Sometimes, I still want to cuddle you until you fall asleep. I like cuddling with you. I like watching you when you’re fast asleep. Creepy, I know but I want to see your angelic face.

v. Sometimes, I still want to say ‘I love you’. I love you is one of the magic words. I love you are the words that made your heart skipped. That’s how I complete your day, that’s how I make you smile.

I’m sincere and I really want to do that.

—  sometimes // c.c


Peter happened to be running kind of low on money at the moment, so when he came across a nicely dressed woman he figured she wouldn’t be too much the worse off if he were to borrow a little cash. This of course becomes more complicated when she turns around while he’s got her wallet in hand. He holds it out to her and quickly tries to cover up what he’d been doing.

“Hi, I think this fell out of your bag back there.”

“I like to think we were born
on the same day. Why not
let’s speculate. Your heart

bent and hovering
over the front lawn. Mine
in contrails, softly

against the blue. If it wasn’t
like that let’s say it wasn’t
at all. Don’t let’s

fight. Don’t say I didn’t though
I didn’t. Let’s put everything back
like we wanted. I raise my hand.

A conductor. Darling, lightning,
let’s begin. You, singing
in the off key. Me,

in the wrong
skin again. Hold
your applause. Don’t

approve. It’s not
like that. Let’s say
I don’t know how to start

a fire without you. I just keep
talking, talking, I repeat: let’s play
deity. We weren’t born

at all. We were counter-
feit. I made you.
You made me, too.”

Camille Rankine, “Coincidentia Oppositorum”

lyssasbmf asked:

Please make a Yoon x Reader #46~

Yoon x Reader

From this post.

“Have you seen my– oh.”

Sifting through Yoon’s bag, you finally find the herbs you were looking for, the perfect ones for making medicine to help your infection. At least, you think that these were the only ones he used… you hoped so. Wait, there was another plant that looked exactly like the one you’re currently holding, but it’s slightly different. Which one is it?!

“Oi, have you seen my–” Yoon stops, catching you red handed. “Oh,” he states, a slightly annoyed look coming over his visage.

“I just wanted to help you out–”

“Well if you use that, your cut will fester,” he points out, pointing at the plant you are currently holding. “Let me take care of you, idiot.” Even though his words were a little cruel, he sounded more exhausted than anything. You forgot that he had plenty of people to look after, and you had taken his entire supply of medicinal herbs.

“Sorry…” you apologize, placing the plants back into the satchel and gingerly handing it back to him. Giving him your cutest, most apologetic look, he sighs and takes his satchel back.

“It’s fine, just rest up, okay?” he scolds you, and you nod, showing you understand that you are to be taken care of by others. Of course, if it was Yoon, you wouldn’t mind too much~

  • i09:The gem fusion and reveal of Garnet in “Jail Break” can you talk a little bit about what that reveal meant for Garnet and Steven?
  • Rebecca Sugar:All of the Gems were holding off on letting Steven in on their harder-to-understand Gem attributes, like Amethyst’s origins in the Kindergarten… I think Garnet felt confident to show Steven Ruby and Sapphire pretty much after she saw him form Stevonnie with Connie, since he’s had his own first hand fusion experience (she’s been giving him fusion-specific advice since earlier than that though, she tells him he’ll be great at fusion back in “Giant Woman”) but it had to be special, hence the Birthday plan… she definitely didn’t want Steven to watch her get destroyed and meet her halves in prison cells. Steven does understand though, to some extent, what it means for Garnet to be Garnet and he’s seen first hand how much Ruby and Sapphire love each other, and he’s going to ask more about it and he’s going to learn more about it soon. Actually… the Gem he knows the least about at this point is Pearl.

serbellamy asked:

hey so i think the brollarke thing is bc some people were saying that bellarke were just 'bros' and then people are reacting and taking the bro humor and applying it? like 'bro u look cold let me hold ur hand bro' ie they're poking fun at the idea that bellarke is solely platonic re every single interaction they've had. or, at least, that's my understanding of it! i don't think it's a hate thing. i think it's shippers having fun with the idea of bellarke being solely platonic

I really hope it’s not a hate thing?  I’m all here for the bro humor though.

i dont think i can move on for a very long time. all i want is you, and i want you to want me. i havent stopped daydreaming about us and dreaming about being in your arms. i miss you so much, and i still feel your arms around my body and on my body. i want to be with you 24/7, i wanna hold your hand and never let go. i miss our sexts and i miss our debates. i miss learning about each other, even tho we still are, and i miss the skype calls that were short and long. i miss your crazy hair and i miss you playing with mine. i still love your smile and i wish i could see you soon to see you smile. i want to be with you and only you, and i love you so fucking much. i miss you, and i miss us. i want you to be so happy but at the same time i want you to be happy with me. i want to see and make you smile and i want to love you, its killing me not being with you. i miss us so fucking much you dont even know.

Today is a good day

I have been close to tears these past few days.Never have I been so proud to be Irish.Never have I been part of such a historic moment in my country’s history.I am beyond thrilled that my very first time voting was for a change that so badly needed to come.

It is bizarre for me to think that just three years before I was born it was a criminal offence to be homosexual in Ireland.I was born in 1996.Let that sink in for a moment.In 1993 it was illegal to love someone of the same sex,not allowed to hold your partners hand in public without threat of being persecuted.

Scrolling through the Twitter trend #hometovote,we were told stories of Irish people living overseas coming home by any means necessary just to ensure that their fellow citizens were awarded equal rights.People came from all over the world on trains,boats,planes,all to vote for equality in Ireland for all of its citizens,regardless of their sexuality.

Months of looking at No posters and listening to people spewing hate on TV had left me doubting if the Yes vote was going to win.I am happy to be proven wrong.

Ireland may be a backwards little country in so many ways,but today we told the Catholic Church that they can no longer bully us and tell us what to do and what to think is right and wrong.

Today our little island made history by becoming the first country to legalize gay marriage by popular vote.I have been more proud to be Irish these past few days than any of my past 19 Paddy’s days.

In years to come,future generations are going to look back at this time with the same amount of disbelief and confusion I do when I look back to 22 years ago when it was a crime to love someone of the same sex in this country.They will be confused by the fact that human rights had to be voted on,not just awarded without hesitation like human rights should be.But we will be able to tell them of the determination of the Irish people and the involvement of the youth of the country.

Well done Ireland.The day has come

rain-shapedshimmertrap asked:

can you fill me in on this alex potential new gf situation?

Sure!! They were first spotted together at the Rolling Stones concert the other night in LA, although some think she might be the girl he went to a Royal Blood gig with a while back. According to onlookers they were holding hands and kissing, and some said he did refer to her as his “girlfriend” to fans at the show. That’s pretty much about it, at least from what I’ve heard here. But yay lets hope he’s happy :)

When she was little with clear eyes
if she wanted a friend she would ask,
and that would be the end of the story.
Hers, however, wasn’t over just yet
People caught on, twisted her honesty
into a barb that bleeds of broken hopes
They placed a collar around a neck
that’s tired of holding her head up,
chokes her when she dares to think
of a forever home.
Friendships were no longer an eager
puppy exploring the world, but instead
a wild stray who growled at whoever
got too close, too fast -
Walk away first so they can’t
take away the food, her ribs sharp
edges against her skin that tell me of how
long she’s been denying her hunger
She learned not to trust the hands
feeding her, wary of this new home
she won’t be able to hold onto for long
She won’t admit now, won’t let her fingers
stretch forward to grasp what she wants
So I wait here instead, offering treats
stuffed with hangouts and texts,
Until maybe one day
my strange scent becomes home.
—  mylan

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
My friend in class yesterday. Can’t remember why we held hands. I think we were just like “hey let’s hold hands.”

2. Are you outgoing or shy?
I guess I’m outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
My cats

4. Are you easy to get along with?
If you don’t piss me off but I think that’s how it is for everyone.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
Probably not because I know how to control myself when drinking lol

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
Honestly I have no idea I don’t really have a “type”

Hey Kid

hey kid

I see you

I see your shaking hands and scarred skin, and I see the way you curl up inside it so they don’t look at you

You hold yourself slightly tighter to trap the anxiety inside

I see your blades and bandaids, spotted with blood

I know how it feels

you think you don’t matter, you can never be enough

you think you’re a star fallen from grace, if you were ever a star at all, an unwritten tragedy, but let me make you a promise

the world needs you to play your part

You take a gear out of a clock, it doesn’t count the seconds

I know you’re tired but you need to keep fighting to keep the hands moving, counting the seconds of your worth

your body is a warzone

you’re fighting every time you take a breath, maybe if you breathe deeper the depression will stay inside, but please, I beg you to put down your ammunition

step away from your blade, your pills, the edge of the building, and think about your strategy

every night is a battle and you’re coming out wounded with only the scars brought of desperation as your sick reward for beating the night but listen, sweetie, you’re still standing

you are a soldier and there will come a day when peace is declared

you just have to stand up and see it through to the end, yes, you will lose blood, you will come out with scars that will never fade, people will see your scars rather than you but those people don’t matter

remember what you’re fighting for

you think they wouldn’t notice

just another grain of sand on a beach, well then give yourself a way to prove them wrong

show them you are a star, and yes there’re a lot

but every star is the center of it’s own universe

you may be one of many but you are unique and everyone who sees you knows you are beautiful

hang onto these people, those who have reached into the grave and pulled you out against all odds, who give you a hug every morning, the suicidal ones way of holding onto life

hey kid,

they would notice if you were gone

you would become the empty seat in every classroom, the empty bedroom in your parents’ house, and your absence would echo through silent hallways like a scream

you would be the dead air on the end of a phone line as your best friend calls your voicemail ten times a day just to hear your voice and you would be the sob that catches in her throat as she begs you to still be alive, because you can’t possibly be gone

you would be the empty stares of everyone at your funeral seeing past each other, trying to rationalize why you flung yourself from the top of a building, not realizing it was them

I promise you you’re important

I know how insignificant you feel

but if you think about it, there is only one of you

hey kid

turn up your music

go outside in the rain and stand there and scream if you have to, getting wet is nothing compared to the way your breath will come easy for hours after

text that person you want to, those who dragged you out of the water where you wanted to drown because they had faith in you

take gambles, take risks, because you only get one shot at this and you don’t want to spend it scared of yourself

you do not want to become the silence, the statistic, no matter how easy you think it would be now

because there is so more to come that you haven’t seen yet

its worth it

so keep your chin up because you’ll drown a little slower…

I want to kiss the palms of 
your hands when you hold my
face close to yours and I want
to feel your smile as we kiss, 
because you were suddenly filled
with a warmth that could only
be described as having the
consistency of the sweetest honey.
I want to let your fingers trace
the outline of my rib cage 
and I will sigh into your soul,
letting myself melt because 
oh my god, my heart just 
beats too hard and fast; 
my temperature rises, giving me
a fever but I think it has a name-
they call it
—  I’m Sorry I Can’t Write the Way You Want
Soon My Love

I sit here cramming anything and everything mindlessly in my mouth.
My thoughts have yet to fully comprehend the recent news.
I keep staring at my hands fully expecting to hold yours once more.
I keep pacing at the door thinking that you’ll come home.

I don’t know how the universe saw fit to let these things pass.
They must have been jealous, jealous of the fact that we… We were perfect.
There was not a time at night that I went to bed angry, I had you.
You belong here with me.

Maybe it’s the fact that I had a tad too much to drink, but I feel you here.
I hear your faint laughter floating throughout the house.
I feel the warmth that your skin gave me daily.
I feel the anger of you by how I am acting.

How am I supposed to carry on, you were… Are my everything.
I am not to blame by my “now” every day actions.
You are, you are the one that left me… Left me alone.
You broke your promise, I will join you soon my love.

anonymous asked:

If you were my girlfriend I would hug you every chance I get and I would hold your hand and swing are arms has we walked I also would get hyper around you so I would do anything silly I could think of just to get you to smile and laugh because that's how I roll :) lol (sorry I'm hyper right now so this come out all over the place)

Anon, you sound amazing! I am usually in continuous need of a hug, because I don’t let a lot of people close enough to me, and I would giggle like an idiot if you swung my hand around. 💕

Also, don’t apologize!! Your message was so lovely, and left me practically swooning, lol. Also, I get crazy hyper a lot, too! Thank you for the message!☺️

prete-moitaplume asked:


They’re in Lady Elsbeth’s room, it’s late, candles are burning all around them, and for once Cora feels like she’s back home. It’s been weeks, but she still hasn’t quite adjusted to life at this court. With her parents gone to visit with other dignitaries in the surrounding countries, it’s a time where she can breathe again. She’s hardly been allowed to think for herself, let alone have time to gossip with her friends.

When Lady Mary asks the question about her Prince, her face goes nearly as red as her hair, and she laughs, shaking her head, refusing to answer, at first. Finally they goad it out of her. “Is it odd to say that I admire his hands? They look strong, steady, sure. Like if he were to… To touch me or to hold me he would know what he’s doing.” And here she couldn’t blush more. “The same can be said for his arms, really. And his lips, his lips are absolutely divine.” She sighs and tucks some hair behind her ear. “And really this is hardly proper talk for a lady. Now—“ She carries off into changing the subject to a guard that Lady Mary had been flirting with earlier in the night, sending the girls into fits of giggles and distracting them, though Cora found her thoughts drifting back to Etienne.