lit pathway

MUSE {Jungkook Fluffy One Shot}

You watched as Jungkook continued to scribble onto the paper. Glancing down at your phone you realized that it had been 7 minutes and he still hadn’t noticed you were sitting there. You tried craning your neck to see what he was writing, but you also didn’t want to disturb him. Throwing on your headphones, you rested your head back and nodded off.

The dream always started off the same, a warm sunny day, the rays of sun glistening through the branches of a blossom tree. A small breeze brushing past you as you looked around at the vast landscape. You saw a figure coming up the side of the hill and the silhouette grew into a detailed face. Jungkook walking up to you, his eyes looking straight at you, as his mouth twitched into a small smile. You smiled back. He would hold out his hand to you and the dream would end with the two of you just silently looking around at the gorgeous nature.

As you woke up, the lights in the studio had been dimmed and you felt a warmth against your side. Gazing over lazily, you saw a sleeping Jungkook cuddled up to you, his head bobbing as he slept sitting upright. Trying not to wake him, you stood up, glancing over every two seconds to ensure he hadn’t opened his eyes. Getting up, you took a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over the tired idol.

The two of you had been together for quite some time, about 2 years to be exact, and it consisted of a lot of scenes like this one. You covering him up as he slept in the studio, too tired from dance or singing practice to make his way back to your shared apartment. Recalling memories of you running to the studio at 3am to make sure nothing had happened to him, just to find him curled up on the couch, it quickly became your routine to come to the studio and walk home with him. Looking at your phone, you realized about 2 hours had passed since you last checked, rolling your eyes at the sheer familiarity of this feeling, you looked around the studio.

The walls were clad with BTS album covers, various pictures throughout the years. You giggled lightly at the pictures of a young Jungkook debuting and found it amazing that he had grown so much in the past few years. Looking over your shoulder at the couch, you smiled at his sleeping form, now lying on the couch, cuddling up to a pillow as he cocooned himself in the blanket. Searching the studio further, the equipment laid vacant and turned off, no flashing buttons or lit screens to tell you that any work was done in this room. Then you looked at the lounging area. Just behind all of the recording equipment was a large table that the guys would sit at to deliberate, then behind that were chairs and couches for them to relax, a mini fridge sat tucked in the corner for the group to hide their refreshments. In the middle of the table was a snack bowl, thoroughly picked over, and next to that, a notebook.

The notebook was very well loved, you could tell by the distressed cover and how the edges seemed to flip up involuntarily. A pencil laid next to it, and you found yourself waltz toward it. Knowing that Jungkook was so invested in the contents of it made you want nothing more than to pour over it, but something stopped you. Maybe you wanted his permission, just so you wouldn’t feel guilty, but still you found yourself touching the cover lightly. The leather was distressed in various areas and your fingers followed the various veiny paths. Finally opening it up, you were expecting writing scribbled throughout, maybe lyrics or a journal, but what you found were sketches.

Now you always knew that Jungkook loved to draw, somedays he even made your lunch for work with little notes complete with a caricature of a heart saying I love you. But these drawings were different. They were lifelike, realistic, and completely stunning. He drew landscapes, and people, you laughed at a funny sketch of Tae sleeping. But as you flipped page by page, the drawings started to follow a different muse. You.

You tilted your head as you saw drawing after drawing, sketch after sketch of you. Sometimes you were smiling, others your were crying, and some you even looked furious. Underneath each one in Jungkook’s messy handwriting he wrote 2 words. My love. No matter the face, he still wrote those two words. Flipping through, you found the picture he had drawn just that night, it was you sleeping. You smirked, maybe he had noticed you were there all along. The drawing depicted you with your headphones on, your head tilted back on the couch, this was how Jungkook saw you. He had drawn a few bubbles coming out of your head, the depiction of your dreams and inside the bubbles was his face.

You know you shouldn’t look at other people’s things. Jungkook’s sleep ridden voice made you jump and let out a small yelp.

I’m sorry, but don’t you know that it’s impolite not to tell someone you’re drawing them, a MILLION times. You emphasized with a laugh as Jungkook stood up and with ninja reflexes, snatched the notebook away from you. Laughing a bit harder as Jungkook’s cheeks tinted pink, he tried to cover it up by rolling his eyes and throwing on a glare. C’mon! Don’t be like that! You continued to giggle as you poked him and he huffed.

You weren’t supposed to see all of those. He muttered and looked away. You smiled at his reaction and sighed.

Well they are beautiful, except the last one is wrong. You responded and Jungkook gave you a confused gaze. Flipping the notepad to that page, he looked at it, then back at you.

How? He questioned and you smiled widely.

I dreamt about the two of us, not just you. You replied with a loud laugh and Jungkook shook his head as his cheeks deepened in their color.

The two of you walked home hand in hand that night under the shining moonlight. You glanced over at Jungkook and smiled. Cuddling up to his toned arm, you placed your head on his shoulder as he rested his head against yours. This was better than any dream, this was real. You thought as the two of you made your way down the dimly lit pathway.

anonymous asked:

could I get headcanons for what it would be like to be spencer reid's girlfriend? thank you 💜

Headcanon for Dating Spencer Reid 

  • After meeting Spencer through mutual friends (aka Penelope pushing you, her favorite cousin, to date him), it took him four months to ask you out. Even then, Penelope did most of the asking
  • On your first date, you went to the movies and dinner. You were taken aback by how much Spencer loved to talk when he was comfortable
  • Slowly, you and Spencer began learning little things about each other, like how he overcompensated with trivial facts and you blushed profusely in just about every social situation
  • In time, he introduced you to his mother, who grew to be quite fond of you. One time, she pulled you aside in a moment of lucidity and told you how much Spencer adores you
  • Three years from the day of your first date, 1095 days (plus one for a Leap year) from the day Spencer Reid fell in love, he proposed to you
  • Recruiting the creative help of Penelope, JJ, and Luke, he came up with the perfect idea: he lit a pathway of candles and rose petals to the backyard, where you found him on one knee. It was the first time Spencer Reid every concisely said what he was feeling 
  • You made Spencer feel whole again, something that years of working in such a dismal environment prevented. You brought the light back to his eyes

A/N: I’m beat tonight, guys. I probably won’t post anything more tonight and I may not post anything tomorrow since I have my AP Lang test and makeup work for the classes I’m missing for that. Thursday may be my only active day until the weekend. Sorry! x 

Luke Evans - Be My Beauty

Request By: @fandomgirl9193 

Request/Summary:  Hi can I request a luke evans imagine where the reader and him are dating and they arrive at the beauty and beast premier? You can do whatever from there I just can’t wait to read it and if it’s not too much trouble please make it romantic and really fluffy 😍💗

Luke Evans - Be My Beauty 

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV

“Love.” Luke said knocking on the bathroom door. “Are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.”

“Almost babe.” I said, as I kept looking at myself in the mirror. “I just want to make sure I look perfect.”

“But you always look perfect my love.” Luke said as I open the bathroom door and stepping out. “(Y/N) you look..” He smile as he looked up and down. He looked back at me, I can see his eyes soft. “You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you Luke.” I said, blushing a bit. “But you sure this doesn’t seem tacky?” I did a small spin, before I turn back to him. “I am in a golden dress and going to a Beauty And The Beast premiere.”

“Nonsense my love, you can never be tacky.” Luke said, smiling at me. “I think the dress suits you quite nicely in matter a fact. After all, Belle is your favorite Disney character. But… I’m afraid you are missing something.” 

“What could I be missing?” I said, turning around and looking at the closet mirror. “I have everything.”

“Not everything love.” Luke said. He walked over to me as I turn back to him. “I believe theses are yours.” He opened a box, revealing a red rose necklace and earrings. “Can’t be Belle without your red rose my love.”

“Oh Luke, their beautiful. Thank you so much for this.” I said, smiling as I put the earrings on. 

“I told you before (Y/N), you don’t need to thank me for anything. It’s my job to take care of you.” Luke said, picking up the necklace “Here, let me help you with your necklace.”

I moved my hair and he place the necklace around my neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kiss my neck gently. I let out a soft sigh as I lean against his chest. He held me tight as we sway back and forth. I smiled as I heard him start to hum. He was humming the song that was playing when we first met at a small cafe. 

“Baby.” Luke sang as he spun me around and dance with me. “I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh. The more I get of you. The stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray.”

“We’re going to be late Luke.” I said as he started kissing my neck as he kept humming. “Luke.” He started kissing up my neck, making me giggle. “Babe.”

“It’s alright love, we can be be late.” Luke said, smiling as he kiss my lips gently. 

Every kiss, felt like the first time he kiss me. The kiss became more intense with every passing second. Then we heard honking, causing us to break the kiss as we laugh. 

“Will I guess we can’t be late.” Luke said, taking my hand in his. “Ready my love?”


Chapter 2

Luke’s POV

“Alright, everything is set and we should be ready to go.” I said, to the camera crew as they followed me around. “I just hope thing goes as plan or,” I stop and smile. “I’ll be making a total ass out of myself.”

The camera crew just laugh.

“Your laughing mate, but I’m nervous than I ever been.” I said as I started walking around again. “Okay, knowing (Y/N) she’ll be talking to Emma. She absolutely adores Emma.” I walked through the crowd and I spotted (Y/N), right were I thought she would be at. “Look, she’s right over there talking to Emma.” I pointed over at them. “Let’s see if we can get closer without (Y/N) knowing.”

I started moving around the crowd again, trying to get close enough to (y/n). I wanted to hear her answer, when Emma asked her a question for me. I stood behind her a bit and looked at Emma. I nodded my head to her and she nodded back.

“So (Y/N), Luke’s told me you’re a huge Disney fan. I bet you were excited about him getting to be about of this.” Emma said, smiling.

“A course. Soon as he told me he had a part, I told him he better take it or I was going to beat him up.” She said and they laugh.

“You know, they do weddings at Disney World. Would you do one if Luke ever ask you?” Emma said, looking over her shoulder and at me.

“Oh my god yes.” She said, nodding her head. “But to be honest… Me and Luke haven’t talked about marriage. I’ve been too scared to talk to him about it.”

“Why’s that sweetie?” Emma asked.

“Will, he’s Luke Evans for one.” She said and they laugh. “Two, soon as your mention the M word guys take off running.”

“Some do, but I don’t think Luke is like most guys.” Emma said, smiling. “So, if he asked you, would you?”

“In a heartbeat.” She said, nodding her head.

I did a small dance behind her as Emma tried not to laugh. I gave her the thumbs up and a nod before I took off again. I could hear Emma suggesting to (Y/N) to take a walk with her. I slipped into a room, so she couldn’t see me as she took off walking with Emma.

“Okay, time to get this show on the road.” I said, rubbing my hands together. 

Chapter 3 Reader’s POV

“Babe?” I said, stepping outside and looking around. “Luke?” I went down the steps and went over to the garden. “Why did he tell me to meet him outside if he’s not even here yet?” I looked around some more when lights came on, catching my attention. “Luke?”

I went over to where the lights were at, hoping to find Luke. But what I found was a pathway lit up by lights. I stepped closer and saw a single red rose on the ground with a note. I picked it up and I saw the note had my name on it. 

 I turn it over and saw a single sentence on it. “Follow the dancing lights.”

“I swear he better not try to scare the crap out of me like he did last time.” I said as I walked down the pathway of lights. “Luke?”

I kept calling for him as I walked down the pathway. On the way, I kept finding roses, all of them with notes. Each one was saying “You’re getting warmer.”

I finally got to the end of the pathway, that lead me to pinch black area of the garden. I looked down as I saw another rose with another note. I picked it up and it read. “You’re on fire.”

I looked up as lights slowing started to light up. My eyes lit up when I saw chandeliers hanging from the trees above a table, set for two. 

I went over and took a seat when I started hearing footsteps from the pathway. I looked over to see Luke carrying a tray with had a cover on it.

“Hello my love.” Luke said, as he walked over to the table. “I bet you were thinking I was going to scare you again, huh?”

“Actually yes.” I said, as we both smile. “So all this because of your premier?”

“Love, I’m quite ashamed of you if you don’t remember what today is.” Luke said seating the tray down. “Hopefully this reminds you.”

He removed the cover, revealing a plate of food that you would order for breakfast. French toast, berries, sausages, power sugar, orange juice and tea.

“It’s…it’s the same thing we both order that day we met at the cafe.” I said, looking up at him. “You remember?”

“A course my love, why wouldn’t I?” Luke said, taking a seat. “After all, when I heard that heavenly voice of your’s for the first time ordering it was like music to my hears. Then when I heard you order the same at me, my face lit up that you like the same things I do. Your voice, was the first thing that draw me to you my love.”

“Oh, Luke.” I said, looking down blushing

“That right there.” Luke said as I looked back up. “Is the same thing you did when I asked you, if I could join you. If I’m right my exact words were..”

“Excuses me miss, my name is Luke. I don’t mean to bother you while you’re trying to eat but I notice you were alone. And I don’t think a lovely woman such as yourself should ever eat alone. Is it alright if I company you this morning?” I said smiling at him. 

Oh, you do remember.” Luke said, smiling at me as we started to eat. “I have to say, I’m really glad you allow me to seat with you.”

“Why wouldn’t I? After all, your Luke Evans” I said, giving him a wink making him chuckle. “You always have a way with words. And you were really sweet and nice. You’re quite the gentlemen, will, you still are.”

“I’ll always be a gentleman for you my love. A course, in the bedroom that’s a different story, as you know.” Luke said, giving me a wink and making me blush. “I’m sorry, I’m quite greedy with you when it comes to that.”

“You believe me I know.” I said, smirking at him. “You’re always wanting more.”

“I’ll always want more, specially since it’s you that I want.” Luke said, smirking right back at me. I shook my head and smile as I reach for the power sugar. Right as I did, Luke’s reach out of it and our hands met. “Now would you look at this, just like the first time. But if I’m right, there was a certain song playing when this happened.” Then a soft melody started to play. Seal, Kiss From A Rose. He took my hand as he stood up and went to my side. “Care for a dance my love?”

“I’ll love to.” I said as he helped me up.

He lead my hand to a small clearing as the music got a bit louder. Luke smiled as we wrapped out arms around each other and started to sway. We looked deep into each other’s eyes as he started to sing along with our song.

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

He kiss me gently as the music continued to play. He broke the kiss as press his forehead against mine.

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I’ve been kissed by a rose
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray,
…And if I should fall along the way
I’ve been kissed by a rose
…been kissed by a rose on the gray.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

Luke spun me around so my back was to his chest as we sway. He kiss my neck, making me get lost in his touch. I close my eyes as I kept humming our song. Then he took my left hand, spinning slightly away from him. As I turn back to him, he got down on one knee.

“Luke?” I said, looking down at him in disbelief.

“(Y/N), the first time I heard your voice I knew you were different, that you were special . I wasn’t lying when I said it was heavenly. You sounded like a angel, even till this day you still do. When I first got a glimpse of you, my heart skipped a beat. I never seen such beauty before in my life. When I touch your hand that day, I felt a jolt through my body. It’s like new life was breathed into me. I was reborn with new purpose. That purpose was to love and care for you with every fiber of my being.” Luke said, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. “When I first kiss your ruby lips, I knew, I found the woman I was met to be with for the rest of my life. (Y/N), would you do me the greatest honor a woman can give a man like me, by becoming my wife?”

He showed me a beautiful ring, with a red rose on it. 

“Yes.” I said, nodding my head as I started to cry. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He place the ring on my finger and kiss my hand before standing up. Luke took me into his arms once more and kiss me passionately. If felt just like the first time he kiss me. The first time he told me he loved me. The first time he made love to me. It’s always like the first time with Luke.

We a few minutes longer, till we slowing broke the kiss. We smile at each other as we press our foreheads together.

“I guess we have to start planning our wedding huh?” I said,  touching his face gently as his smile got bigger.

“I already started planning our wedding. In matter of fact,” Luke said, as wrapped his arm around my waist and we started sway. “ I already booked a place for it and set a date.”

“Oh really now? And what place and what date would that be babe?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“It will be on our anniversary and in Disney World.” Luke said, chuckling a bit when my jaw drop.

“Shut up. Really?” I said, smacking his arm.

“Yes really.” Luke said, laughing a bit more. 

“Is that why Emma was asking me all those questions?” I asked and he nodded his head. “And what if I said no?”

“Then I would hope I could get my deposit back.” Luke said and we both laugh “But I’m glad you said yes.” Our face became serious as we lean in closer. “I love you Ms Evans and I’ll always will.”

“And I love you Mr Evans.” I said, we kiss for a moment as it broke, I smiled at him. “And I’ll always will.”

The End

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Jimin had been distant recently, you thought it normal considering her had a busy schedule, that was until you found out the truth.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do prompt four with young!sirius black? Thank you!

Young!Sirius Black One Shot/Drabble

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauder’s Era)

Prompt: “How do I know I can trust you?” “Should I strip?”

AN: You’ll have to bear with me. I don’t actually remember if there was a description of the trail in the Whomping Willow so I just based it off the Prisoner of Azkaban movie.

Originally posted by monmoss

You found James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew extremely annoying but you couldn’t help but also find them extremely intriguing.

Despite their countless detentions and popularity, you knew that they were a lot smarter than they let on but also hiding a lot more too. After all, you’d seen them disappear inside the Whomping Willow on several occasions – the one tree that can hit you back. What interested you more was where they managed to vanish to. It was a tree.

“Ouch!” you hissed after getting hit by the Whomping Willow – again. You used the freezing charm on the tree but it stopped working after a few moments. You’d thought that trying to figure out where the boys went to during the night would be a smart idea but it wasn’t. Thankfully, the usual darkness was dimly lit by the full moon so you could see much better without having to use your wand.

You were thrown back once more by the tree and landed on another tree root, causing you to curse loudly but surprisingly causing the tree to immobilise.

“I did it,” you said to yourself, feeling around for the wand you’d dropped as you were thrown but finding a trapdoor instead.

After finding your wand (which amazingly hadn’t snapped in half), you lit up a pathway back to the trapdoor. It creaked open and you hesitantly crawled inside, discovering a narrow pathway that led to somewhere you weren’t sure of. You were concerned of what you may find because after discovering this trap door, you were certain that these boys were geniuses. Did any of the Professors know this existed? Were you about to find a secret trail to Hogsmeade or just a trail into the girl’s bathroom? There was only one way to find out.

You deducted that you weren’t travelling towards Hogwarts as you seemed to be walking further away from the castle then towards it. That at least meant you weren’t going to find out that the boys were peeping in on the girls. You were humming quietly to yourself, trying to lighten the mood as you could barely see far ahead of you. You were beginning to think you were paranoid because every now and then you thought you could hear people arguing followed by the sounds of animals (large animals) making noise. Just as you thought you’d come back during daylight hours and take one of your friends with you, you could hear footsteps hitting the gravel path and coming the direction you were walking towards. You froze, swiftly turning the light off your wand and hoping that the footsteps would stop and you could make a quick getaway.

“Who’s there?” an all too familiar voice whisper yelled and you could see a light coming towards you, getting brighter and brighter by the second, “if that’s you Snivelly, I swear I will hex you into an oblivion. Can’t you mind your own fucki – (Y/N)?”

“Hi Sirius,” you squeaked, now being able to see his surprised face illuminated by his wand. “I just got lost.”

Sirius was baffled, “you just got lost in the Whomping… y’know what? Never mind. You need to leave. Now.”

He jabbed you with his wand as if it was supposed to make you move but you stayed put.

“Why? Where does this lead to? Are you – are you spying on Madam Rosmerta? Oh my – are you a Death Eater? Are you all Death Eaters?”

“For fucks sake, (Y/N). We are not Death Eaters and we’re not spying on Madam Rosmerta,” he hissed, looking over his shoulder as if he was expecting something to happen. “Please, just trust me.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“Should I strip?”

Before you could give a witty retort, a loud howl came from the direction Sirius kept glancing off to. He winced at the noise as if it physically hurt him and all sense of humour seemed to disappear off his face; you’d never seen Sirius Black look like this before.

“I was just leaving anyway,” you said, lighting your wand up again and beginning to walk back in the direction of the castle.

“Thanks. Can you not –?”

You looked over your shoulder, “I just got lost. I have no idea where or what this place is.”

For the next few weeks, you couldn’t get Sirius off your back.

You never used to see Sirius without James Potter but now it was becoming as if you never saw Sirius without you. Although he never mentioned the encounter you had that night, you knew the reason he was constantly following you was because he wanted to make sure you didn’t tell anyone. Even though you tried to say you had no intention of doing so, he just seemed to ignore you.

On top of Sirius’s antics, you also had his other three friends around you as well. If you were sitting alone in the library, all four of them would sit down around you and act as if you’d been friends forever. They also called you over during lunch hours and if you had classes together they’d save you a seat – your friends, particularly your girl ones, couldn’t believe this was happening to you. How did you get so lucky?

Eventually, you got the courage to confront Sirius about this. He seemed to be the leader of the hounding. You waited until he sat down beside you in the courtyard, knowing when and when not to talk to you because sometimes you just like to read and study in silence, and was shocked when you started speaking.  

“Sirius, I don’t care what you and the others were doing that night. Seriously, I don’t give a shit –  I can’t emphasize that enough. I just wanted to know how you got in the tree and was only exploring it because I got my arse kicked trying to figure out how to immobilise it,” you played with a bit of your robes, “and running into you was an accident and I had and still have no plans on telling anyone about it because I don’t care.”

And to your astonishment, he started laughing. You stared at him as he did so, not believing that this was going to be his response to what you’d just said.

“Can you not laugh? It took me ages to work up the courage to say that.”

Sirius attempted to contain himself but his shit-eating grin wasn’t going to leave his face any time soon. He then wrapped one of his arms around you, “maybe I just genuinely like spending time with you? That whole incident was just an excuse to do that.”

“You couldn’t have just said that earlier? This has been eating at me for weeks!”

Sirius leaned his face close to yours, “you’re fucking hilarious,” and then he kissed you.
George Takei: They interned my family. Don’t let them do it to Muslims.
The United States apologized for locking up Japanese Americans. Have we learned nothing?

There is dangerous talk these days by those who have the ear of some at the highest levels of government. Earlier this week, Carl Higbie, an outspoken Trump surrogate and co-chair of Great America PAC, gave an interview with Megyn Kelly of Fox News. They were discussing the notion of a national Muslim registry, a controversial part of the Trump administration’s national security plans, when Higbie dropped a bombshell: “We did it during World War II with Japanese, which, you know, call it what you will,” he said. Was he really citing the Japanese American internment, Kelly wanted to know, as grounds for treating Muslims the same way today? Higbie responded that he wasn’t saying we should return to putting people in camps. But then he added, “There is precedent for it.”

Stop and consider these words. The internment was a dark chapter of American history, in which 120,000 people, including me and my family, lost our homes, our livelihoods, and our freedoms because we happened to look like the people who bombed Pearl Harbor. Higbie speaks of the internment in the abstract, as a “precedent” or a policy, ignoring the true human tragedy that occurred.

I was just a child of 5 when we were forced at gunpoint from our home and sent first to live in a horse stable at a local race track, a family of five crammed into a single smelly stall. It was a devastating blow to my parents, who had worked so hard to buy a house and raise a family in Los Angeles. After several weeks, they sent us much farther away, 1,000 miles to the east by rail car, the blinds of our train cars pulled for our own protection, they said. We disembarked in the fetid swamps of Arkansas at the Rohwer Relocation Center. Really, it was a prison: Armed guards looked down upon us from sentry towers; their guns pointed inward at us; searchlights lit pathways at night. We understood. We were not to leave.

My parents did their best to make life seem normal. As a child, I very readily accepted our new circumstance and adjusted to it. As far as I was concerned, it was normal to line up to use the common latrine, or to eat wretched grub in a common mess hall, prisoners in our own country. It was normal for us to share a single small barrack with no privacy whatsoever. And it was normal to stand each day in our makeshift classroom, reciting the words to the Pledge of Allegiance, “With liberty and justice for all,” as I looked past the U.S. flag out the window, the barbed wire of the camp just visible behind it.

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My Life Goal- An Eco Village!

I don’t want this to just be fiction. I want to try and start some sort of movement, even if it’s just one small place.

I’m working on starting an off-the-grid Eco Village with earthbag homes, like the hobbit houses from LotR for the most part. I am doing my research and going to companies who help get me started with making it a non-profit project and get me in contact with other people who have a better understanding of construction and costs.
The common designs for these homes that I’ve seen include greenhouses attached to the house for growing food and using grey water to hydrate the plants. I have a knowledgeable friend to help with raising chickens and such for eggs, and I already know I like soy milk and tofu- simply because I can’t kill an animal myself. If there are other people in the village who want to get their own meat/hunt, I guess that’s ok. I understand that we are a part of the food chain as well.
Also, technology isn’t going to be something evil. It’s all being powered by solar and wind (and hydro if there’s a river nearby), and right now there’s nothing to be done about the materials they’re made of. Live and play video games in peace, and recycle your old systems and such!

One of the best parts is that once everything is in place, living is free. No need to pay off companies just to survive, for things like water, heat, food, the home itself. Having even a small job is still recommended of course, to buy food that can’t be easily grown right now or without a lot of space and tools such as wheat, to pay for connecting technologies like phones and internet access (unless there’s a way to build our own wifi tower?), and health insurance.

And frivolities of course! Living green doesn’t have to mean living without having fun! Make some money to buy books, games, movies- Rome wasn’t built in a day, and arts and entertainment are still an important part of being human!

Trade can be a part of the village as well. For people who are unable to work for whatever reason, they can trade what they can make with others in the village for things that they can’t make the money to buy.

A library, a tavern and maybe a general store are also things I think would be good to have- places for the community to interact and socialize!

A main focus is having the village be aesthetically pleasing while still being green. Built in a valley with the homes up on the sides to prevent flooding and getting buried in snow in the winter. Gardens and maybe a water feature in the centre, along with the other community buildings around the centre but still high enough to prevent those other issues. Pathways lit with LED solar lights and maybe ‘paved’ with those solar panels!

I’m sure there’s somet of this that might be over the top, and that there are other things that can be done better- so I’m putting this out here to ask for advice and information!

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Before the Frost

This was just an idea I had, you know…lacking plot or anything essential. (Nervous laughter) Just a lot of fluff and some angst. This is set after the war, presuming Lucien’s brothers are dead and everyone we care about is alive (because if they aren’t I might as well be dead too).  Also, complete credit to chaol/highlordlucien for inspiring Lucien’s cute pet name for Elain. I tried thinking of some other ones but after reading Lauren’s stories, I just can’t see using any other terms of endearment with these two! Hope you enjoy!

Length: 4.5k+
Pairing: Elain x Lucien
Rating: M

“Are you nearly ready?”

Elain turned back to her sisters, both of whom looked at her as though waiting for a person to lunge off a cliff— anticipating the fall. “Of course.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes, about to say something presumably akin to more skepticism, but Feyre subtly elbowed her and glanced towards the opened window. Nesta’s lips thinned, but she stood with their sister to exit Elain’s bedchambers. A door of hemlock obscured her view, but Elain could see Cerridwen was waiting in the corridor, her twin likely close by. The wraith sisters had taken an instant liking to the middle Archeron, their patience and silent strength in the same vein as her quiet cunning. Mere hours after assessing one another, Azriel had mentioned in passing that the three women would work together wonderfully. Nesta, and surprisingly even Amren, had given the Shadowmaster a scathing look at the suggestion.

With a hand lingering on the wooden frame, Feyre turned back and said, “We know this must be difficult for you, but remember you will always have us to confide in. Just trust yourself to know what to do, and I promise things will get better.”

The door closed noiselessly.

Elain stared at her hands, her calm face at odds with the rabbit heart beneath her ribs.

It had been four months since the war. Four months from when they’d nearly all lost each other to the wrath of a mad king, to the plague of malicious court badgering that swamped Prythian, to the wretched Never Fading Flower, Amrantha, who had, indeed, not faded well enough to be then brought back by Jurian and the powers of the godforsaken cauldron. But they were all gone now. Bled from the realm as though wrought out from a drying cloth. Yet a faint stain persisted, always reminding her of those nefarious weeks. It couldn’t be washed away by soap, by rain, by blessed holy water, or by the tightening bond in her core that not a day went by could she ignore.

The war was over, yet she felt as though the same euphoria that cleansed her family of their anguish and heartache had somehow missed her where she lingered off to the side as per usual.

They didn’t know of her dreams, this court of dreamers. How each night she’d play out the same scenes over and over— horrified that she would wake one dawn and find them missing.

The first scene was always the haziest, muddled from her human mind. He’d been so gentle with her as he’d lifted her into his grasp and nestled her within the warmth of his body heat, away from the ice of the cauldron waters. He’d always been warm, a fire wrapped in Fae skins. The next memories were sharper, as was the pain they left in their path. A scarred face staring up at her as though a boy was looking up into the first turning leaves of an autumn tree. Hands that fit perfectly against her waist, hoisting her up so that her skirts wouldn’t get muddy as he walked them back to the manor. Laughter, devious and mischievous and so, so very free that it made her want to join in, no matter the occasion, and throw her head back like a fox cackling at the moon.

And then there was the last dream.

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“Marry Me Lass”

Request: Could you do an imagine where Chibs asks reader to marry him?

You had no idea why Chibs ordered Ratboy to come pick you up from work immediately. At first you thought there was maybe a lockdown situation happening, however once Rat brought you home to change out of your work clothes you were soon more confused than ever. 

To top it off the prospect drove in the opposite direction of TM to a secluded area. You weren’t going to be murdered were you? You thought to yourself sarcastically of course. Surely Chibs hadn’t laid out a whole evening outfit for you to wear just to kill you. 

It wasn’t until the prospect shut off his bike that you noticed you had arrived at the place of mystery for the evening. You looked up and noticed a beautifully lit pathway leading up to Chibs. 

He was standing there waiting for you, fidgeting of course because he wasn’t used to the wee romantic notions.

 Your favorite Scotsman. Your favorite man period was nervous to see you. The thought dazzled you for a moment. Chibs always excavated strength, and confidence, but watching the way he looked intimidated here only made you love him even more. 

“Chibs.” Your voice cracked.

 "You did all this for me?“ You were astonished, to say the least. 

"Aye.” Chibs managed out gruffly. “I did it because I love you.” He huffed. “An I’ve been meanin to ask you for a while now lass but uh… I want ya to marry me.” Chibs asked as he dropped down on one knee and grabbed your left hand. 

At this point, you could not control the tears spilling over your eyes. The man you loved was giving you something you never knew you wanted. A lifetime partner. 

“Yes.” You whispered.

 "Yeah?!“ Chibs wailed out. 

"YES!” You screamed out as Chibs rose from his spot grabbing you in his arms and twisting you around causing you to giggle. 

“BOYS I’M GETTIN MARRIED!” Chibs yelled out as all the guys appeared from their hiding places out of the trees group hugging and congratulating you two on your new engagement. 


A/n: This was my first Chibs imagine. It was quite difficult. I want to be able to capture his accent, but it’s incredibly difficult for me. 😔 nonetheless I just hope you guys enjoyed the story portion.

Countdown to Halloween: Day 3 (Fallen Angel)

Happy third day of the Halloween countdown. I hope you guys are enjoy these small stories.

Also, please listen to this (X) while reading this. It will set the mood (also, the youtuber is an amazing musician) 

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Dangan Ronpa 1 & Super Dangan Ronpa 2 Valentine’s Day Masterpost by Mod Narii

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day filled with love and hugs!! I LOVE YOU ALL MY CHILDREN ~ Mod Narii

Makoto Naegi:

He would take Valentine’s Day seriously, but he would consider the time they spend together more important than anything. Therefore, location wouldn’t matter and they would probably end up doing some activity together, such as ice skating, before simply eating at his house or theirs.

He likes the idea of giving roses, so he would probably greet them with a simple, small bouquet of red roses.

Kyouko Kirigiri:

She actually thinks Valentine’s Day is important, but she would be too shy about actually asking her s/o out. It would be up to her s/o to plan and ask her out. She wouldn’t mind anywhere as long as they were together for that day, but she would pretend she doesn’t think it was that much of a big deal (although it is to her).

To go with her act of her not caring that much, she would simply give a small treat, such as a box of chocolates or candy.

Byakuya Togami:

He does not care about Valentine’s Day at all, thinking it’s an event created for capitalism and for desperate people in need for some love. He would not necessarily do an outing with his s/o because of the date, but rather just because he feels like it.

He wouldn’t give them a gift unless they asked for it. Being the Ultimate Progeny, he always gives whatever his s/o needs, so he’s used to waiting for his s/o to ask for what they wanted.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

It would take all of his courage to actually ask his s/o out on a date for Valentine’s Day. He considers this day very important and loves the idea of showing your love for your sweetheart. He would have planned the day out before: when his s/o would leave for the bathroom while they were going out together, Chihiro would snatch their cellphone and set an alarm for the next morning with a small vocal message of him wishing them a happy Valentines’ Day.

He would have crafted a virtual Valentine’s Day card with self-made drawings, a heartfelt message as well as some awesome effects.

Mondo Oowada:

He would send his henchmen to kidnap his s/o to his hideout. Since his lover knew his acolytes well, it was obvious to them that he was planning something for Valentine’s Day. They would be led to his gang’s hideout, where an improvised but well-done fancy dinner would be set up. His underlings would serve as waiters, preparing and setting expensive plates from a fancy caterer.

He doesn’t give any gifts except for a passionate and possessive kiss at the end, although that was more than enough for his s/o.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

Since it wasn’t an academic event, the Ultimate Moral Compass wouldn’t actually do anything. This would most likely illicit anger from his s/o’s part, who would pout and refuse to talk to him. After some strained discussion, he would understand that they simply wanted to feel loved by him, which would make a large blush appear on his face. He would end up bringing them to some restaurant shyly.

He doesn’t have any gifts for them since he wouldn’t have thought about it, but he would definitely bring them some healthy cookies or flowers they have studied in class the next day to make up for it.

Junko Enoshima:

She loves Valentine’s Day, but definitely not for the same reason as everyone. It would be that one day where you could destroy everyone’s hopes so easily. She would reject every person who deigned confess to her, laughing horrifyingly and making fun of them. She would also try to ruin other people’s days by flirting with a person in a couple and snatching them away before dumping them the moment they’re together.

No gifts at all.

Mukuro Ikusaba:

She loves the idea of Valentine’s Day, although she would most likely pretend she doesn’t care out of shyness. Her s/o would have to be straightforward with her. During the outing, she would blush immensely and be quite awkward, for she doesn’t know how to act in such romantic situations.

She would have bought a small gift such as a box of candy for her s/o, in the hopes that they would ask her out for the day.

Aoi Asahina:

She would be pretty chill about it, asking her s/o to hang out with her for the day. She knows it’s an important day, but she wouldn’t put too much emphasis on the fact that it was Valentine’s Day. She would be a bit more clingy and loving during the day though.

She would probably buy some heart-shaped donuts and would offer to share them together with her s/o.

Sakura Oogami:

Knowing it was a day for lovers, she would offer to spend the day together with her s/o. They would most likely relax and meditate together by the beach and/or simply visit a traditional Japanese garden. She wouldn’t mind any physical contact, such as holding hands, and would smile softly.

She would give them a traditional calligraphy message, with her intent of love.

Leon Kuwata:

He’s pretty into Valentine’s Day, spending time with his s/o doing some couple activities such as going to the amusement park and going to a fancy restaurant. Since he would know what they awaited from this day, he would be quite loving and romantic.

He would offer them a box of heart-shaped chocolates, although the kiss at the end of the night that he would give would overshadow the gift.

Touko Fukawa:

Being the hopeless romantic she was, one part of her really likes the idea of Valentine’s Day. The other part despises it, since it’s usually a day where she’s alone and surrounded by annoying couples. If her s/o were to propose to go out, she would be very bashful and would pretend she hated the day, although it was quite the contrary.

She would write them a heartfelt piece of writing, although her message would be quite different from the way she would give it to them with a sour expression and a blush on her face.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

He’s not really too good with romantic things, although he pertinently knows he would get scolded if he didn’t do anything for his s/o. With reluctance, he would bring them to a restaurant they would often go to, trying a few times to be romantic but failing because he would be so conflicted about being so cheesy.

He would offer them a reading, inserting mentions of romance.

Celestia Ludenberg:

Valentine’s Day is extremely important for her. As someone who was very high maintenance, she would expect her s/o to organize an amazing, candlelit dinner in a gothic setting for her. She also expects them to give her jewelry of immense fortune. If they don’t, she would get angry at them, viciously snapping at them that this or that wasn’t enough for someone as her.

She wouldn’t give any gift, expecting her s/o to do everything for her.

Hifumi Yamada:

He knows it’s an important date, but he’s rather clueless on what to do. He would probably end up asking his s/o to spend the day just chilling and drawing doujins with him.

He would offer them a doujin featuring him and his s/o in a romantic setting.

Sayaka Maizono:

She looooves Valentine’s Day. She would wait for her s/o to ask her out, which she would then hug them so lovingly. They would spend the day together ice skating, eating at a fancy restaurant and walking through beautifully lit pathways under a starry sky. She would be the perfect sweet, loving girlfriend, cuddling his s/o and kissing them to no end.

She would offer them a matching scarf.

Hajime Hinata:

He definitely knows how important Valentine’s Day would be. He would have put some thought on what his s/o and him would do during the day, reserving a fancy restaurant and going to shop together. He’s actually pretty nervous before going out with them but, the moment they find each other, he would lose his nervousness and would be a loving boyfriend, holding their hand all the time and just kissing them at random moments.

He would offer them a luxurious box of chocolates as well as a simple red rose.

Nagito Komaeda:

He knows of Valentine’s Day, but he wouldn’t be too sure how much of a right he had to organize such things for his s/o. He would probably ask them indirectly a few days before about their thoughts on this day. If it was a positive response, he would probably coincidentally ask them out on that day and simply spend some time with them. It would be up to his s/o to be blunt about what they expected from him regarding Valentines’ Day.

He would ask them directly what they wanted and would buy it for them.

Chiaki Nanami:

She doesn’t even know about Valentine’s Day, although she would be all ears when her s/o would explain it to her. Even hearing about the day wouldn’t rile her up, for she simply considers it as another day to spend with her s/o. She wouldn’t have any particular demands for that day.

She wouldn’t buy anything for them, although she would enjoy some cuddling at the end of the day while playing some video games.

Kazuichi Souda:

Oh dear. He was way too hyped about this day. He would think out so many ideas and scenarios in his head of what would happen on this day. He would also search up on all the possibilities his s/o and he could do. He’d be a nervous wreck before, so excited about being able to spend Valentine’s Day with someone but fearing he wouldn’t live up to their standards. His s/o would need to calm him down and make sure he understands they simply want to have a good time with him.

He would probably make a small, miniature robot of their favourite character animal.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

He thinks it’s an important day, where the opportunity to show how much you love your significant other was emphasized. He would ask them out formally with shyness that he would try to cover up with a haughty expression. He would be slightly nervous during the day, but seeing them so happy and affectionate would make any hint of shyness or insecurity fade away.

He would probably have asked them indirectly a few days before on what they would like.

Peko Pekoyama:

She’s a romantic, so Valentine’s Day would be such a big event for her. Of course, she would be way too shy and sheepish about actually mentioning it to her s/o. Very obvious reddening of her cheeks would be present when they would ask her out though. She would be pretty shy during the date, nodding instead of speaking. Physical displays of affection such as holding hands would make her heartbeat speed up immensely.

She would offer them a small little plush doll of an adorable animal.

Sonia Nevermind:

Since Valentine’s Day isn’t as much of a big event in Novoselic as it is in other parts of the world, she would be quite fascinated by this event and would speak about it to her s/o with gleaming eyes. During the whole day, she would often ask her s/o if this was a tradition of Valentines’ Day and would have done some research beforehand on what to gift her s/o.

She would offer them a heart-shaped box filled with luxurious chocolates, a handwritten letter as well as a bouquet of red roses.

Gundam Tanaka:

He qualifies Valentine’s Day as an event where “mortals start a mating celebration filled with courtship”. He wouldn’t know much about what to do; he finds it too embarrassing to be so affectionate with his s/o. His lover would have to insist greatly to drag him out on a date on this day and would have to drag him anywhere they wanted for this day.

He wouldn’t buy them anything, although he would bashfully tell them phrases of love in his own words (”I-It seems you must have used some occult magic to look this… r-ravishing, _____.”).

Mahiru Koizumi:

She doesn’t really think of Valentine’s Day as that important, although she would appreciate being able to spend the day with her s/o. She wouldn’t ask much of them, preferring to simply do activities they both like. She would also take the opportunity to take pictures of her and her s/o whenever she would find a pretty setting.

She would offer them a beautiful montage of pictures of the both of them the next day.

Hiyoko Saionji:

She would ask sooo much of her s/o, expecting things to be perfect and would complain a lot when they didn’t go her way. She would be more lenient in her phrases though and would actually make an effort to not be too disagreeable, although she has some difficulty in this.

She would offer them some chocolates while glancing away, a slight blush on her cheeks as she would tell them they shouldn’t expect her to be this nice in a while.

Nekomaru Nidai:

If his s/o would keep on mentioning the day to him, he would casually propose to them to hang out together on that day with a hearty laugh. He isn’t one to be romantic, so the outing would most likely be like any other day they would hang out together. He does ruffle their hair and hold them close more often during the day though.

He offers them some massages.

Akane Owari:

She could care less about Valentine’s Day. Her s/o would have to drag her on a date if they wanted to spend the day with her, although they shouldn’t expect anything special from her part.

She doesn’t give them anything, although she would devour their chocolate offerings with joy.

Teruteru Hanamura:

Oh dear, the overly romantic, suave Teruteru would know exactly how to charm his s/o. A fancy candlelit dinner complete with, of course, his own delicacies would be the highlight of the day. He would compliment them with smooth phrases all day.

He would offer them homemade chocolates of the best quality as well as red roses.

Byakuya Twogami:

Similarly to Byakuya, he would argue that Valentine’s Day was simply a ploy by merchants and desperate lovers. What would differ would be that he would actually organize something for his s/o, although he would pretend it was all a coincidence.

He would gift them something eatable, so they could share it together.

Mikan Tsumiki:

She doesn’t believe her s/o would think about her enough to invite her out on Valentine’s Day. Even though they were dating, she wouldn’t have enough self-esteem to consider herself as important enough for them. She would be quite teary-eyed as well as overwhelmed when they would bring her out during the day.

She would give them a handsewn scarf or gloves, which she would have spent quite some time on.

Ibuki Mioda:

She would love the idea of spending some time with her s/o. She would be even more affectionate with them, randomly kissing them on the cheek and the lips as they held hands. She wouldn’t mind anywhere they both went, simply loving the time they spent together. She would hum them her songs from time to time.

She would give them a personal performance when they would both be alone along with lots of cuddling afterwards.

  • “This is the last stop on this train. Everyone please leave the train. Thank you for riding with MTA New York City Transit.” You awaken from your slumber in a daze; your mind foggy you stumble to your feet and rub your eyes.  You catch your reflection in the window and see they are bloodshot. Stumbling down the the dimly lit pathway through an endless labyrinth of exit signs, you lean against a dilapidated station sign. You don’t know how long you’ve been riding the train, and in fact you’re no longer sure which train you were riding, or if it ever mattered, but this is your last stop. Thank you for riding with MTA.
  • Dollar Pizza stores cluster together on the outskirts of the city, slices chilled in the midmorning mist. They are retreating.  
  • You take quick strides down the avenue, jostling past shopping carts and children sticky with summer and  crocodile tears. You do not turn to look back, your eyes are cemented to the ground. Where are you going? 
  • The night is quiet and under the light of a streetlamp stands a figure shrouded in green, a pointed crown adorning their head.  With a face painted iridescent teal, their head is bowed and a flag hangs listlessly in one hand, a miniature building in the other. You turn your head away as you pass only to find another on the corner ahead. Then another still. Under their breath you hear them whisper, “Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, for we yearn to breathe free.” 
  • Police barricades bookend the streets. Fire hydrants are torn apart and water floods the sidewalk, accompanied by the sounds of children’s laughter.  Music trickles down the grid system.  A lone bouncy castle sits in the middle of the avenue, empty.  It’s been there for as long as you can remember but the children have learned to stay away.  We have all learned to stay away.
  • Faceless, the masses swarm around you.  Your breathing is shallow and you are wheezing. Your pace slows to a halt disrupting the flow of the populace.  We are the red blood of the city, pumping through its plaque thickened veins.  We keep this city alive.  But like every organism, the city has its immune system. You too will pass. It’d be best to start running now.
  • Tourists sit stiff like liquor with the porcelain faces of dolls.  Artists touch their charcoal to newsprint, stitching their likenesses into the page. The portraits capture their expressions well.  They look afraid. Their hefty winter coats seem woefully out of season in this August heat. 
  • They tell us we are the scene of movie upon movie.  Film reels en masse of lemonade and love stories.  In their minds we occupy an eternal fantasy, existing in the shadows of pop culture.  We will let them dream. Home is so much more, and in its flaws we find our solace.

Natal Sun in the First House - A Star Sign Polaroid

The individual with natal Sun in the first house will be a direct descendent of the prototype archetype. He was born at sunrise with the light beam peaking through the horizon, and this inner glow remains a lifelong work of craftsmanship. These are people who instantly relate to their ‘Sun sign’ description, and express the refined characteristics of the respective sign like a portrait. Astrologers and people alike can use the individual as models of the sign in question. The Sun Aries in the first house, for example, directly emanates and embodies the characteristics, spirit and qualities of Aries through translucent sunbeams. Open any astrology book and he will be it  - pioneering, adventurous, reckless, combative and innocent. He plays this role like a star sign mannequin. First house Sun people are unforgettable and leave a powerful resonant imprint on their surroundings. Self expression is vital to their energy force and the individual radiates a certain regal glow, a very Leonine display of cosmic royalty. The Sun is urged to shine through the individual’s personal style and illustration.

The individual with a first house Sun is encouraged to master self actualisation and independence. This is coupled with strong ambitious, enterprising and enthusiastic elements with a great precision for influencing people and leaving a lasting legacy. The Sun’s placement here correlates with opportunistic pathways for the individual and their vocation will likely relate to their own self expression - he will be the product he sells. The individual is motivated toward carving out his own impression in life and has little regard for continuation of family business or arranged employment, marriage or religion. He typically feels his birth marked a special occasion and he is here on earth to fulfill a particularly special purpose. God works through the individual to get through to others. There is typically no discrepancy between the inner and outer state and the individual likely wears his heart on his sleeve. What you see is what you get. 

The individual’s whole chart is dominated by this first house Sun. This may be marked by ego centrism and a certain disregard for the wisdom, needs or input of others. There are typically youthful, creative and childlike qualities in the individual that reflect a newborn here to play with the world and discover his own unique force. This is giving the inner child an identity and a means of self expression. He is the cosmic dawn and the inhalation of first breath. His presence is marked by celebration and rapturous attention. Dane Rudhyar remarks the first house Sun person with a strong personal destiny, and one who goes in search for a foundation for his subjective life with the pathway brightly lit. The Sun expresses its radiating glory through the First House configuration. The individual is the whole book, with no chapters missing, a true illuminating snapshot of a human archetype in action.


When your heart has been shattered you become one of two people:
Either a kind and tender soul, compassionately gentle towards the feelings of others;
or a soul that has become darkened with fury, jealous of the love surrounding it and breaking every heart that steps in its pathway.

Presenting the “teenage ‘hooligans’ (jk) Bellamy and Clarke get kicked out of a haunted house for accidentally punching an actor” AU.
This guy’s nice and short (rare for me, I know).

Clarke was bouncing on her feet she was so excited.  Bellamy was smiling good-naturedly but she knew he was only moments away from telling her to “keep her chill, Clarke, seriously.”

It was the weekend of Halloween and they were standing in line for their local haunted house, a surprisingly large affair with both indoor and outdoor sets that was constructed along a woodland trail.

The line moved forward another step and Clarke nudged her arm through the crook of Bellamy’s elbow.  She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Aren’t you excited, Bell?”

“I am if you are,” he replied good-naturedly.

She had, after all, talked him into this.  Their one year anniversary was coming up and Bellamy had been nearly pulling his own hair out trying to plan something special enough for the occasion.  Clarke had told him that she didn’t care wha they did as long as she got to spend it with him and had suggested the haunted house.  He’d agreed after only a little bit of begging.

Finally it was their turn to go in.  Clarke was bouncing again as Bellamy handed over their tickets.

They stepped through the shadowy arch, now hand-in-hand and onto the pathway lit by torches.

Even though she knew he was going to try his best to deny it later, Clarke could tell that Bellamy was having fun.

They were almost at the end when it happened.  It was a room that was supposed to mimic an asylum’s white padded room, with “insane” inmates chained to the wall, moaning and shrieking and calling out for help.  Clarke was loving every minute of it.  Bellamy looked mildly terrified.

Then one another actor, dressed as a clown, showed up behind them out of nowhere.  And cackled.

Bellamy spasmed.  His hand ripped out of Clarke’s as he spun around to identify the source of the sound.

Fuck, Clarke thought.  Bellamy hated clowns.  He refused to go to carnivals because of them.  He and his childhood best friend no longer spoke because of a fateful birthday party when they were twelve involving a traveling party clown.

Before Clarke could register what he was doing and stop him, Bellamy’s arm was swinging back and then forward, hitting the actor straight in the face.

Security appeared almost immediately.  One of them escorted away the clown, whose nose looked crooked and was bleeding profusely.  Bellamy was staring at his hand like he’d never seen it before.

“Sir?” one of the security team members said.  “Sir, we have to escort you out.  Can you come with me please?”

The look on Bellamy’s face made Clarke want to almost burst into laughter.  His expression was such a drastic combination of horror and embarrassment that even the guards seemed to feel bad for him.

“I hate clowns,” he mumbled as he allowed one of the security team guys to put a hand on his shoulder and guide him out of the room.

“I understand, sir,” the guy said, obviously trying to repress a laugh.  “You’ll need to come, too, miss.”

Clarke buried a laugh in her sleeve and nodded. “Of course.”

When they were back in Bellamy’s car he put the key in the ignition but didn’t tun it.  Instead, he dropped his head onto the steering wheel.  “I’m an idiot, “ he muttered.

“No,” Clarke said carefully.  “You’re just afraid of clowns.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your night, Clarke.”  He sounded so miserable it almost made her want to cry.

“Oh, Bell,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.  “You didn’t.”


“Not at all.  It was actually really kind of funny.”

Bellamy made a strange wailing sound.  Clarke had to stop herself from laughing.

“What do you want to do next?  Rob a daycare center?  Hold up the grocery store?”


She laughed.

Valentine's Special - Luhan ♥

“Do you think he prepared anything?” Kai asked as he walked you up while you shook your head, “I don’t think so.” You replied tiredly and he frowned, “Why not?”

You chuckled lightly, “Kai, he’s working too. He’s just as tired as I am. If I didn’t prepare anything, I don’t think he will either.”

Kai frowned but nodded, you did have a point. You were always this fair person that wouldn’t expect much and because of that, Luhan felt as if there was more pressure, to be honest. He felt like even though you said it was alright, he wouldn’t know if it was really alright or if he needed to get a hint but even with that, even in those times where he was unsure, you’d always come around to prove him otherwise, like now, for instance.

From the moment you woke up, you gave him a kiss on the forehead, wishing him Happy Valentine’s day and that he’d have a great day at work. Considering you usually leave earlier than he did, you were afraid that by the time you got ready and everything, you’d leave without remembering to bid and wish him goodbye because you don’t want to wake him up but today you decided to make him wake up just to hear you say those few words in which, he appreciated, deeply. He replied something groggily that he loved you, and that he wished you had a great day at work too before falling back into his slumber. Also, you left a note to him that he shouldn’t wait up considering you’d return home a bit late tonight – it was a starting of a new project. All the more reasons to why you can’t spend much time with Luhan but at least you’ll go home to him every night.

It was a small reason that was actually a big one to make you happy every night you went home.

Including tonight, regardless whether it was Valentine’s or not.

Kai smiled, “You may be surprised, you know. Maybe he did something.” He shrugged innocently afterwards, making you snicker with you shaking your head at him before you gave him a light hug when you two reached in front of the apartment you shared with Luhan. “Thanks, Kai. Go home, I’m sure your girlfriend has something in store as well.”

Kai snickered, “My angel always does – she never gives up.”

You smiled, “I think I know that, now go. Before she flies away.”

He smiled back in return, “She’ll never!”

“Wanna bet?” You challenged, causing him to poke your nose, “You know what? I’ll let you win this time – it’s Valentine’s after all. Happy Valentine’s day.” He bid you goodbye with the waving of his hand. You wished him the same, and waved back as you watched him enter the lift. He smirked, waving exaggeratedly once more before entering, leaving you to chuckle before you faced front to open the door tiredly – you were exhausted.

It felt like all energy was drained out and that you could finally sleep – thank God.

The door opened and you stepped in, closing the door behind you where you wanted to take your bag off your shoulders but he swiftly took your bag away, making you freeze when the bag  was gone. Next, his hands curved front where he unzipped your jacket, making you gasp when he unzipped it all the way – he smirked. When your arms moved back so he could pull the jacket off, he made you spun around whilst pulling the jacket – leaving you in just your dress shirt and skirt as he looked down on you – he was tired, too…

“L-Luhan…” You muttered his name in the dark, and he didn’t give you a chance to say anything when he cradled you in his arms, walking towards the bathroom where he made you enter with you standing by the sink. “Take a shower, alright? I’ll be waiting.”

“But-“ You wanted to tell him to sleep, to rest because you could see how his dark circles are visible but he ignored you, “I’ll be waiting.” He cut you off, closing the door after that and it made you pout. You sighed and shook your head, but you did as you were bid when there were already clothes for you to wear on the sink along with your towel in the bathroom.

“Taking a shower it is…”

When you were clean and wearing a simple long sleeved shirt along with a pair of track bottom, you stepped out of the bathroom where it was suddenly there was this pathway leading from the bathroom all the way to somewhere. Your eyes widened at the candle lit pathway that you gasped, putting the towel down on the counter before you switched off the bathroom lights only to meekly follow the pathway and you noticed how there were petals on the floor as well.

Your heart palpated as you anticipated, you were excited for what was to come even though you were tired – and you knew that it was only him could make you feel this way.

Luhan was the only one who had the authority to do so.

As you came to the end of the pathway, the doors opened, welcoming you to the balcony with Luhan standing outside on it. Your eyes looked around him where there were pillows on the ground, a few blankets on the side along with some bottles of water where you could’ve sworn that he had this all planned out. You gulped and let your eyes flicker up to lock gazes with Luhan who smiled down heavenly on you with the moonlight shining down, making him appear more of an angel along with that sparkle he had in his eyes as his hands reached out to hold onto you, reeling you out with him where he closed the door behind you before he made you come to sit down with him.

He made you settle in between his legs on the ground, the pillows making you comfortable especially in his embrace as well. He noticed how you were trembling – a sign you were cold and he leaned forward to hold onto your hands.

“God,” He breathed out in disbelief, “You’re freezing.”

You gave out a meek laugh, “I… I showered without switching on the heater…”

He hissed at you, “You should’ve switched it on!”

“I forgot…” You mumbled, allowing him to notice that you were tired too – another reason why you forgot. His heart softened, he didn’t know how to stay mad at you especially whenever he tried to be stern with you, he always ended up pampering you, showering you with more love than before.

Like now, for instance.

He reached over for a blanket, wrapping it around you and himself as you snuggled against him, purring in delight with your arms around his waist with your cheek resting on his chest where you could take in his scent – he smelled divine, as always…

“You smell good, Luhan…” You mumbled cutely, causing him to snicker as he held you tight, “I do?” He tried sniffing himself but he ended up dipping down to bury his face on your neck, sniffing you as he made you giggle on how ticklish it felt, “L-Luhan!” You chuckled when he sat up properly, making you lean against him where he kissed your head, “You smell good, in my opinion.”

You smiled sheepishly, looking up to him, “Thank you.”

“Your welcome.” He replied you shortly, nuzzling his nose with yours. “Not only for the compliment, Luhan…”

He blinked at you innocently, “What else for?”

You looked around you before looking back at him to give him a silent message. “And I didn’t even do anything…”

He sighed, needing to explain to you but you stopped him, “Hear me out first,” You granted permission to speak first when he nodded once, giving you a chance to speak when you leaned against him with a small sigh. “You’re also tired, Luhan and, for you to still prepare all of this for me means a lot. It sucks that I can’t prepare much because, I know you know how tired I’ll be and how busy I am but I still feel guilty not being able to do anything. Women around me at work are all taking leave just to prepare things for their loved ones and some even lied on not coming to work just to prepare something but here I am, not even doing anything…”

“And here you are, being so thoughtful to prepare all of this…” You mumbled sadly, poaching Luhan’s heart when all he wanted to do was see you smile. He never meant for you to feel bad for not preparing anything.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” You questioned, eyes staring dead ahead at the buildings but he made you face up to him when he replied, “Definitely not.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at Luhan’s side profile, “It’s amazing, actually.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “W-What?”

He looked down on you, smiling at you where he dipped down to kiss your lips once with a hand on your cheek. He made you kiss him back like an automatic switch after melting his lips against yours, making you mewl when he pulled you up to sit up with him, face to face leveled as he tilted his head to the side to get a better angle at kissing your lips. Your hands placed on his waist for support as he leaned back against the wall with you following his cue to continue kissing his lips – it felt like there was nothing to feel bad about. It was like he was assuring you that as long as you liked this, as long as you appreciated this, that was all that mattered.

And he only made it clearer when he broke the kiss to speak to you.

“Easily any women in this world could say how this isn’t romantic, they could complain for me not bringing them to expensive places and such but you, you understand that I’m working too. You understand and do not expect much from me, which makes me want to blow your mind even more. It makes me crave to do something that will make you fall off guard when your guard is down. I want to make you fall in love with me a little bit more each day. And because of you being you, even on Valentine’s day, I managed to do that.”

He framed your cheeks that were cold, bringing you closer as well as warming up your cold, tired heart.

“And you make me fall in love with you a little bit more each day. You leave me missing you when you’re gone, when I’m gone, when we’re both not together – I dread to be with you. On this Valentine’s, we’re together. This is the excuse we can use to be together even though tomorrow we know it won’t be good for our mind and health but for this one day, can we sleep out here?”

You gave him a small smile, nodding your head in his hands that made him give a peck on your lips.

“So don’t worry about anything else, alright? Enjoy this with me – stay here with me…” He tugged you over, making you rest on his chest once again with him enveloping you in. You felt his lips on your head as he whispered, “And I wouldn’t spend my Valentine with you any other way, just so you know.” 

Giving Chase


Holding her voluminous skirts up, Molly ignored the desperate shout behind her and pressed on. Her bare feet slapped the pavement and she ignored the blatant stares of passerby gawking at the teary, muddied bride running down the London street.

A black car screeched to a stop at the corner in front of her.

Molly gasped and stumbled to a halt. The back window rolled down and revealed the face of a stoic Mycroft.

‘Miss Hooper, please get in. I believe there has been a misunder-’

His words were drowned out by a woman’s angry shout behind her.

Wide eyed and confused, Molly looked back over her shoulder. People were being shoved left and right as Sherlock bounded after her, his morning suit disheveled and the bowtie undone.

She looked back at Mycroft.

Her face must have given her away her intentions. The sound of his door opening coincided with the swish of her skirts as she turned and bolted away from both brothers. Mycroft’s curse rang in her ears as she darted through the crowd.

Where she was going, she didn’t know. But she knew she had to get away.

She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, marry a man who didn’t love her.

She wouldn’t marry Sherlock Holmes.


Three Months Previously

Sherlock burst into the lab with his usual aplomb. ‘Molly, I require your hand.’

Wrinkling her nose as she peered through the microscope, Molly put her experimental thoughts on hold and mentally ran through their inventory.

‘I can give you a left hand of a 44-year-old man. But we’re a bit short on appendages this week.’

When he didn’t acknowledge her offering, she looked over at the door and drew back in surprise to find him looming over her.

‘I require your hand,’ he clarified with a distinct sigh of frustration.

Molly looked at her hand then back at him and smiled cheekily. ‘Sorry, Sherlock. But I’m not quite done with it yet.’

He rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t make jokes, Molly.’

Hurt flashed through her and her smile dropped.

‘No, no, wait,’ Sherlock sighed and ran his hand through his hair. ‘I just meant right now, don’t make jokes now. Not when I’m trying to be serious and propose.’

Instantly, Molly froze.

‘I-I-I’m sorry,’ she forced a laugh. ‘I thought you just said-’

‘Propose. Yes.’ It wasn’t until he held an open velvet box under her nose, a beautiful diamond ring, classy and simply, just what she’d always imagined adorning the finger of her left hand, that it sunk in.

What followed was nearly two hours of back and forth between a dubious Molly and an exasperated Sherlock. Eventually, worn down from all his logical reasons, Molly accepted his suit.

But it was with a heavy heart that she slipped the ring on her own finger as Sherlock left in his usual abrupt fashion.

She loved Sherlock. He… cared for her.

That was all that she needed.



Present Day

It was only by a stroke of luck… or divine intervention… that Molly was able to lose her tails. She’d ducked into a shop and the Holmes brothers, expecting her to dart out the back, had passed her hiding spot behind the counter of the friendly old woman. While they scrambled to deduce where she’d gone, Molly had rushed out the way she’d come and slipped away in a passing cab.

The sweet, older cabbie had taken one look at his passenger, her torn and dirtied wedding gown and tear-stained cheeks, and quietly turned off the meter.

‘Need to be alone for a bit, love?’

Molly sniffed and wiped her face. ‘Know a place? Somewhere even the British government couldn’t find me?’

His wrinkled brow furrowed for a moment before he smiled. ‘I know just the place.’


It took him three hours to track her down.

Three hours of mind-numbing panic and heartache.

He had finally accepted love as a strength and he wasn’t about to let it slip away because of his own stupid mistake. The only person that made pursuing what he once considered a weakness worthwhile was hurting and it was his fault.

A cabbie, one of his network, had texted him hours after he’d dropped the runaway bride off. In addition to the address of an old estate on the edge of London, the old man had added a stern admonition.

You don’t deserve her, Mr Holmes. But she loves you fiercely and deserves to be loved as fiercely in return. Cherish her.

Sherlock’s hands were shaking and his heart pounding as he walked down the garden path. Little solar lights lit the cobblestone pathway leading him toward the willow tree by a small lake. The moonlight shimmered across the water and he could make out Molly’s silhouetted profile in between the hanging branches, sitting on the bench swing. Her elegant updo had come undone and her hair hung in loose curls down her back. The dress, the beautiful lace dress that hugged all her perfectly proportional curves in all the right places, brushed the ground in a gentle whisper as she swayed back and forth.

He accidentally kicked a few stones and she turned toward the sound.

The tear tracks on her face punched him in the gut. She didn’t seem surprised to seem him. Just overwhelmingly sad.

He had to fix this.

Closing the distance between them, he knelt in front of her and took her hands in his.

‘Sherlock, please, just go-’ She couldn’t finish as a tired sob bubbled out and a fresh wave of tears coursed down her cheeks.

‘Molly, there is something I need to say. Before you write me off, will you let me explain?’ He waited for her nod, albeit reluctantly, before he continued. ‘I went about this completely the wrong way. I let my mind speak for my heart and I neglected to tell you the most important reason why we should marry.’

He let go of her right hand and reached up to thumb away the tears from her cheek. Her eyes watched him warily, hopefully.

‘I foolishly thought all the logical reasons would be enough to convince you of my desire to marry you. But they weren’t. Nor should they be.’ He took a deep breath. ‘I want to marry you because you are the love of my life, Molly Hooper. I love you. So utterly and completely that before I realised it, you had stolen my heart from me.’

He reached into the inner pocket of his morning suit and pulled out three rings. Their wedding bands and her engagement ring. He held out the diamond and looked at her with all the love and adoration he felt. ‘Will you accept me as your husband? Allow me to love you, protect you, share a life with you? Have beautiful, brown-eyed brilliant Consulting Pathologists with you?’




Molly gaped down at the love of her life, on bended knee, asking her in the most romantic way to marry him, to build a family and a life with him. She searched for any sign of deception, but couldn’t find any. Just love.


Say yes!

Tears filled her eyes again, but this time of happiness, and she nodded her head. She could only keep nodding as Sherlock beamed and slid the ring on her finger.

He stood and pulled her to her feet. Her arms slid around his waist and she tilted her head back to look up at him. ‘I love you, too. But you already knew that, didn’t you.’

‘I did. But it is reassuring to hear.’ Sherlock smiled. He took a moment to wipe away the remnants of her tears and admire the beauty of her smile before bending down to brush his lips against hers. Pulling back, their breaths mingling, he whispered once more, ‘I love you.’

Molly closed her eyes and smiled. ‘I’ll never tire of hearing that.’

Sherlock pulled her closer and rested his forehead against hers.

‘And I’ll never tire of saying it.’

Remember that I love you

I am terrible at picking out presents -especially for Valentine’s Day.

I glided through darkness. The glow of streetlights overhead lit my pathway over snow-covered lawns. My mind was made up. My mission was dire.

I had traveled this way before in the light of day and amid my dreams. It was finally time. As I approached my destination my heartbeat increased. It pumped precious blood to each freezing arm and leg. So many times I had imagined what this moment would be like. So many times I had calculated every motion in my head. It was as if this was just a dream and at any moment I could lift into the air and fly high over the many houses I passed.

My trek reached its end as I stood in front of the black-tinted bay window. I had reached my target location -house number 1312. I could tell by the blue siding, the large windows, and the elongated, white windowsill. Adrenaline flooded my being and my dream-like state intensified.

All of the unpleasantness of the cold vanished as I stepped closer to the window. I cupped my hands around my eyes and peered inside. The rest of the world tunneled and disappeared. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room before me. The brilliance of the moon helped me to perceive each structure of the room. Every piece of furniture had been covered in sleek plastic wrapping. Pictures hanging on the wall displayed an older couple in different tourist locations.

On the mantle above the fireplace sat a porcelain statue of the virgin Mary. I felt as though she looked straight into my soul -judging me on the act I was about to commit. It was as if, for a short moment, tears ran from her solid, silvery eyes.

The wind picked up which reminded me of the frigid air I endured. I took out a flat-head screwdriver and pry bar. After just a brief moment, I was sliding my body under the large pane of glass. I closed the window behind me with care.

The room was warm and inviting. Everything was spotless. The dirt and snow I had tracked in with my shoes stood out on the pure carpet. I wiped my feet and, after full inspection of the living room, gained the courage to roam further within the home.

Both the kitchen and the hallways sparkled with immaculate cleanliness. Depictions of Jesus and biblical scenes hung on every wall. I closed my eyes and exhaled. Trembling, I reached for the doorknob of the first room I encountered. It creaked but opened with ease. To my surprise the room was empty. Not a sole piece of furniture occupied the space. What was going on?

I knew the layout of this house, number 1312. I’d been inside more times than I could remember. Had they rearranged? I left the door open and continued on to the next. This door sat ajar, revealing a toilet and bathroom sink. The final room lay just ahead to the left.

My limbs were numb; not from the cold or frost bite but from my inconsolable nerves and the reality of what was about to take place. This doorknob was warmer than the rest. It seemed as though I had some extrasensory perception that informed me -this was him.

The darkness of the room engulfed me as I pushed the door inward. I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I cracked my knuckles and entered. My nervousness transformed into rage.

As I walked forward and pulled my arm back towards my ear, ready to strike, I remembered why I had come. My mind spiraled with images of this man’s face. I could see his smirk. I could hear his voice. This, the man that had caused my fiancée unbearable agony -the love of my life beaten by the hands of who lay before me.

So many times had my love’s beautiful face been bruised and scarred by the unforgiving fists of this brute. Vengeance blared its hideous voice in my head. Too many times I had let it pass after she assured me that everything was okay or that he had been drinking. But I no longer cared. I didn’t care if my actions would result in jail time. Nor did I care that this man was her father.

My fists proved unrelenting in their task. No matter how many times my throbbing knuckles hammered his face they continued to collide again and again. The room remained pitch black. I never got the satisfaction of seeing his bloodied face but the image in my head would have to suffice.

When I sensed a dense stickiness in my fingers and the smell of iron filled my nostrils I dismounted his lifeless body and stumbled towards the front door. I was quivering with every emotion a human could muster -everything except regret.

I am terrible at picking out presents -especially for Valentine’s Day.

This would be the perfect gift. My greatest yet. A chance to live without fear of being preyed upon. Never again will my love have to look at the man who had beaten and raped her. I wiped my hands on the hem of my black coat and opened the front door.

I shielded my face and made my way off of the porch. When my eyes had finally adapted to the outdoor light I recognized the neighbor’s house across the street. It was strangely similar to the one I had just exited. A large black window with an elongated windowsill sat within the blue siding of its walls. On the front of the house, above the doorway, bronze-toned numbers glistened with sickening clarity: 1312

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Btw, so sorry if you got my match-up request twice >_< The first time I clicked "Ask", Tumblr erased what I wrote and didn't say anything about my ask being successfully sent or something D: Also, thank you very much in advance for doing this (I couldn't say this in my request since I didn't have any space xD D:) OOH, AND JUST NOW I NOTICED THAT TODAY IS YOUR B-DAY SO HAPPY B-DAY!! How about you use this occasion as an excuse to write how the uta-pri guys would celebrate their SO's b-day? :D

Natsuki: He’d throw you a small party of just him and your friends, and then later in the evening he’d take you out to a fancy restaurant.

Tokiya: He’d act like it wasn’t your birthday all day, and wait until the evening to introduce you to the entertainment for the evening, a meal out on a balcony overlooking the sea with a violinist playing the background.

Cecil: He’d throw you the biggest birthday party ever! All your friends and family would be around, and by the end of the night you’d both just collapse onto the bed a sleep in each others arms.

Ren: Your birthday was a special day to Ren. He’d send you out during the day with a friend to a spa, and in the evening he’d bring you to a 5 star restaurant to celebrate your special day.

Otoya: Much like Ren he’d take you out all day, probably to the park where you could have a picnic together, and in the evening he’d take you out on a special midnight walk, the pathway lit up by fairy lights and firefly’s flying around.

Syo: He’d take you to a concert or a football game or the cinema, where ever both of you agreed to go on the day.

Masato: He’d take you where ever you would like, and you would always arrive by limo.

Reiji: He’d walk you around town and buy you whatever you wanted, and in the evening he’d cook you a meal so you could just sit down together and talk.

Ranmaru: He’d act like your birthday wasn’t anything special, but when it came too the evening you were escorted onto a pier and there you saw Ranmaru in a tuxedo, walking you onto a beautiful boat where you eat dinner under the light of the stars.

Camus: Your day was something very special to Camus, and all day he’d treat you like a princess until evening came, they he treated you like a queen, taking you to one of the best restaurants in the all of Japan.

Ai: He’d stay at home with you all day, just the 2 of you enjoying each others company, until the evening when he took you out on a walk where to had a picnic underneath the stars.