“Why is it that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?”
I DONT FUCKING KNOW KIM SEOKJIN MAAAYBE, YOU KNOW JUST MAYBE, IT IS CAUSE BIGHIT THINKS IT IS OK TO JUST FUCKING DROP ANOTHER HIGHLIGHT, WITH SO MANY FUCKING FEELS WHEN I AM ACTUALLY IN MOOD TO STUDY AND GET MY LIFE TOGETHER!!!!
BUT TBH THIS LINE GOT ME ALRIGHT. I JUST CANT HELP BUT THINK THIS HITS ME REAL BAD. BECAUSE THIS REALLY DOES HAPPEN, ONCE YOU ARE HAPPY AND THEN SUDDENLY YOU GET THE NEWS THAT YOUR LOVED ONE JUST DIED. I DONT LIKE IT. THE RUSH, THE FEAR, THE DENIAL.
I GOT GOOSEBUMPS AT TAE’S HYYH FLASHBACK, JK THINKING OF YOONGS AND THAT FUCKING SWEATER GIVING BIRTH TO KIM SEOKJIN.
HE LOOKED AT THOSE FLOWERS HE BURNED AND WENT FOR THE WHITE SHIRT HE WAS WEARING THAT TIME. ALRIGHT SEOKJIN WE GET IT YOU NEED TO REMIND US OF THAT ERA. WE ALL DO.
RM WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNA SHOW BBY? THAT YOU ARE MORE DADDY THAN BEFORE? OK.
JIMIN. JIMIN-AH. I FEEL YOUR SIDELINE LOVE. WHO IS HOPING NEXT REEL WILL BE JIMIN DATING THAT GIRL.
TBH I HAVE STRONG FEELING, THIS IS ALL AFTER EVERYTHING ENDS AND THEY ARE JUST LIVING THERE OWN LIFE AND THEY ALL MISS EACH OTHER AND THIS IS LIKE PREQUEL OF THEIR MV WHERE THEY REUNITE.
OR I AM JUST GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF.
BUT HOSEOK’S THO. WHY SO UNCLEAR.
I CANNOT DO THIS ALRIGHT!
I WATCHED THE VIDEO 3 HOURS LATE EVEN WHEN I GOT THE NOTIFICATION BECAUSE I HAD SOOOO MANY HW AND I AM DYING.
AND FUCCCCKKKKK I NEED TO RAGE RN.
Request: “Could you do a grayson imagine, with like a bit of smut, where he and the reader attend a ‘the 1975’ concert for their anniversary and maybe they get a little intimate to the song “somebody else”?? and can it be like super romantic? it’s my favourite 1975 song and i always think of grayson but in a good way even tho the song has completely different undertones? i hope this works?”
Word count: 3,400 +
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex, tiny bit of smut
“Gray-fucking-son!” You exclaimed and grabbed a fistful of his black V-neck, dragging him towards you. “You did not!”
You grinned and smashed your lips against his out of complete and utter happiness. He chuckled against you and grasped your waist, slowly pushing you away gently. “I did. I’m assuming you like it, right?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Like? I fucking love it! I can’t believe you got us tickets to see The 1975!” Tears of joy seeped from the corners of your eyes and Grayson smiled sympathetically, lifting a thumb to wipe them away with ease. “Happy Anniversary, baby.” He whispered and kissed your forehead sweetly as you continued to stare down at the pair of tickets in your hands.
“I’m in awe. Grayson, I literally can’t believe you. Front row? H-how?!” You sputtered and Grayson only laughed. You quirked an eyebrow before clasping a hand to your mouth, “You didn’t steal them right?”
“Sell drugs for them?” “Sell your body for em’?”
“Y/N! I bought them with my own money to make my girlfriend happy!” Grayson explained and threw his hands up in frustration at your curiosity. You giggled and wiped the tear that managed to escape your eye, you didn’t know why you were crying.
The 1975 was your favorite band, ever since you met Grayson, you raved about them. You even got him into it, whenever you jammed out while cleaning on Saturday mornings Grayson couldn’t help but chime in on your singing sessions. Swaying his hips along with yours, twirling you around in his arms and peppering you in sweet kisses, other times you both would rock out and just go crazy, and then sometimes it would end up in a make out session. Yeah, some of the songs made you and Gray act a little frisky, which would result in a lot of touching and intimacy, but you loved it. They were the reason you met Grayson.
step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt.
step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand.
step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday.
step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough).
step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.
“What are you doing?” asked Dean. You heard him come in your room as you stared at the ceiling, the bed dipping under his weight as he sat and lay back. He nudged your head with his own, his stubble scratching at your cheek as you turned away. “Oh, I see.”
“Can you leave me alone?” you asked softly. “I kind of want to be by myself.”
“Alright,” said Dean, shifting on the bed some, your head turning back to find he’d moved even closer, now staring at the ceiling.
“Dude, I said to go away,” you said.
“I know,” he said, resting his hands on his chest, flickering his eyes to meet yours for a brief moment. You groaned and rolled your head the other way, Dean’s eyes moving back to the ceiling.
“Fine,” you said, getting up and going to the library, trying to get lost in a book, hearing Dean come in a minute later. You went to the kitchen and found Dean was slowly making his way there. You were seeing red by the time you got back to your room, slamming the door shut only to have Dean open it right up. “You are so annoying.”
“You’re in a mood,” he said, no judgment in his voice. He lay down again and stared at the ceiling, holding out a hand on the bed. He opened and closed it a few times, beckoning you over. “You’re more than enough.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, crossing your arms, ready to leave when he sighed.
“It means come here, Y/N,” he said. You rolled your eyes but sat anyway, sliding your hand into his. He pulled you down and into his chest, throwing his legs over your own, his arms over your back and taking a deep breath. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m fine,” you lied, Dean snuggling you harder. “Dean.”
“I love you,” he said, kissing your forehead. “So very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very-”
“Alright, I get it,” you said, a tiny smile on your face.
“Very, very much,” he said, kissing you again. “Even if you don’t love yourself right now, I always love you and you’re always loved. Always.”
“You got all that from me staring at the ceiling?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “Thank you honey. I’m feeling better already.”
“That’s great but strap yourself in because this cuddle is just getting started, sweetheart,” he said, giving you a smile.
“Thanks for not leaving me alone,” you said, tilting your head up to kiss the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from him.
I know you feel that you’ve wasted a lot of your youth on people and things that today don’t hold any real significance in your life.
You fought against the world for those you loved and in the end there still was not enough room for them. So they went on with their lives and in your own ways, you did too.
You fell in love at fourteen and convinced yourself that you were placed on this earth to love him above all else.
And so you did.
By the time it was over, you had tied too much of your existence to his and the days felt longer without him.
This was the first war you fought with the world.
At sixteen you fell in love again with a boy who sincerely and genuinely loved you.
Even then it wasnt enough for you to stay.
And for the first time the heartbreak wasn’t yours.
It doesn’t make you selfish to have chosen yourself over love. over him.
and so at sixteen you learned about sacrifice.
know that even in a world where you don’t end up together, it will always be worth something.
I know you lost a lot of people along the way and your life continuously feels emptier without them but think of all the room left for hope and change.
because better things are coming even those things you’ve always thought yourself undeserving of.
someone loved you then.
someone loves you now, someone always will.
don’t you ever let yourself forget it.
you’re going to fall in love again sometime in the near future.
you’ll finish college and have children.
I know you worry that you don’t have what it takes but nobody ever thinks they do.
I know right now the people who should be closest to you keep growing further away and I know it hurts more than you’re willing to admit but someday you will understand that some people are better loved from afar.
your parents aren’t better loved from afar and regardless of what you think they will always love you even if they forget to tell you sometimes.
at eighteen the world is a place you aren’t sure you want to live in but you will survive. you will win all of the battles you are fighting someday. and all things, like a work of magic, will fall into place. You’ve just got to believe in it.
i know it’s hard to accept compliments as anything other than lies. but when somebody blurts, “you’re beautiful,” take a breath. think of your dog, panting happily and covered in mud. think of your mother in her bathrobe with her hair in tinfoil while the dye sets. think of your best friend with her face streaked with tears and makeup. think of your little brother when he was sick and his face was a red puffy mess. think of how, even then, your heart swelled up with love of them. this is i think where compliments come from: when they look at you, no matter what, they see somebody beautiful, not some body, beautiful.
I remember joining the fandom 3 years ago, it’s been 3 years for me and I’m still here because you’re here. You might not see this but it’s fine, words won’t give justice to express how much I love and appreciate you. I love you even though I don’t completely know you but I fell in love with your mask that you’ve worn for the past 3 years. I love how it changes constantly, sometimes your hair changes, sometimes you get a new tattoo with a beautiful meaning, or maybe some new clothes or hats. But my favourite thing is your smile, how you would smile through everything telling us that everything is going to be okay, giving us videos, laughing, dancing, and enjoying life to it’s fullest. But one year, you wore a mask that I despised. Every time you wore that mask you were lying saying that you were happy and you were fine and everything was okay. I fell for it, I believed that you were actually happy because I always saw that beautiful smile on your face. Until I found out that you weren’t. That you were pretending to be okay when you weren’t, that you were actually hurt and wanted to run away. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you were always there for me. It was hard for me to see you broken, and to see you not smiling, but I’m so proud to see that you’re much stronger now, you’re loving yourself now, you’re actually happy and always ready to make more music. I’m so proud that you fought through the rough times and now you’re here, your smile bigger than ever, and ready for any challenges that come ahead. Your kind words, videos, tweets, music, voice, and you just being here til this day has helped me through so much, so thank you for not giving up and everything you’ve done for not only me but many fans. I also can’t begin to explain how talented you are, I love when you play the drums, it’s so heart warming to see you so passionate about something you love and not to mention how good you are. You play and sing so perfectly, I can’t help to fall in love with you again and again everytime I hear your voice or hear you play the drums. I’m so glad I discovered you, when I did you were 20, and now you’re 23. It feels like you were just 20 wearing your bandana and performing at shows, but now you’re 23 with short hair and playing shows around the world. I hope you enjoy and have fun celebrating your birthday with your friends. I love you and Happy Birthday!
So… I’m gonna go on a bit of a tangent here that’s supernatural related, but not a piece of fiction.
This time last year my whole life fell apart. I won’t go into exactly what happened, but I didn’t know how I was going to make it through a few minutes, let alone days or weeks. Jared’s AKF campaign has always resonated with me, even before things crashed and burned. It’s a motto I believe in no matter what I’m going through, and I’m posting this right now because I want to get a story of hope out there.
I never imagined that in a year I’d be a more confident, happy and independent person. Don’t get me wrong, my life is by no means perfect. But things are better, and I’m in a better place now than I was even before everything happened a year ago.
No matter how terrible things seem, no matter how hopeless you feel.
This was requested. It was very enjoyable to write, and I’m happy I did. I lost myself a little bit, but I think I ended it pretty well. Hope you like it.
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like, could you do a Harry imagine where he was dating a girl and she broke up
with him (for whatever reason you’d like) and you’re there for him. And it slowly
progresses into him having feelings for you since he was in such a vulnerable
state. Like a week or something after they broke up, you’re hanging with him
and you do something you always do, like a little thing, and he just realized
how cute it is. And he’s like “wtf. She always does that” then boom! He’s got
You were always there for him. Why wouldn’t you be, you were best friends after all. You’d met him at a quaint little bookshop that was down the street from your apartment. You had never gone in until that day, and you swear it was the best day of your life. Struggling to reach that top shelf you nearly toppled over, that is until he steadied you. Yes yes, it happened like all those cliché movie scenes, that are almost in every romantic comedy you’ve ever seen. Extending his long arm out, he swiped the book you were going for and placed it into your hands. From that day on, a beautiful friendship grew. Every day you’re thankful that even on your tippy-toes you couldn’t reach that book.
It has been a lovely 2 years ever since the bookshop and you were closer than ever. He made you feel special. He let you see him at his worst, which in your eyes he was still magnificent, but you’d never tell. He’d walk around your apartment as if he lived there himself. He practically did, he was always there. What used to be the spare bedroom is now a spare Harry room. When he didn’t want to go all the way back to his place, he’d crash at yours. He’d always repay you (even though you told him time and time again, friends let friends sleep over) by making you breakfast, buying you another book for your already-too-full library, taking you to a movie, or just simply paying for a weeks’ worth of college tuition.
God, you hated him for that. You had a great job, it isn’t like you can’t afford it yourself. But of course, he’d always rebuttal with “Love, now yeh can go to that bookshop and buy yeh’self some more. Or yeh been talkin’ about gettin’ that red dress yeh saw the other day”. He would use books as an excuse, he knows you can’t resist. Life was great. You couldn’t be happier. At least that’s what you thought, everyone else thought differently. Harry was dating this girl, Alex. Sure, you’ve always had a secret little crush on him, but you kept it very well hidden. It isn’t that you didn’t want to tell him or date him, it’s just that- it’s his career. You’ve seen what it does to relationships. You know very well, that if you two broke up, there wouldn’t be a friendship anymore.
You couldn’t fathom having a life without him in it, so you dared not to go and muck it up with sharing your feelings with him. Whatever, enough back story. Today was Saturday, which meant is was a day off for you and you could be with the coolest person you know, Harry. You never told him you thought he was cool, he’d go be a dork and ruin it by pretending to have a big ego. You two decided that tonight would just be a relaxing night it. Watch a few movies, eat a nice home cooked meal, maybe go for a walk in the park down the road. He always loved seeing who could jump the farthest from the swings and obviously, his long gangly legs beat you.
Turning on the television, you scrolled through which movie you wanted to see first. Settling on ‘The Boy’, you stroll into the kitchen to prepare dinner, that is until your front door shoots open and in comes a discombobulated Harry. Eyeing his stature, you realize something is bothering him. “Hey, what’s the matter? Finally, figure out that those skinny jeans and boots make you look like a cowboy?” you sang while laughing, thinking if you could lighten his mood, he’d feel a little better. Alas, it was a shot in the dark that failed, “It’s Alex. She just- she just dumped me. Like that. Went on about how we could never have a real go at it. M’not fully into the relationship. All I ever did was put effort’to this. How is that not good enough?”.
You put the knife you were holding back onto the counter, knowing if you held it any longer you’d most likely go out, find her and give her a little stab for hurting your best friend like this. “How fucking dare she? All you did was care for her. That trollop had the audacity to say those things to you? I have a right mind to go cut her tires. I’m sorry she broke up with you, and I want to be sentimental and let you cry, but I can’t. If she wants to go and break up with the best guy she’ll ever find, then that’s her loss. You don’t need her. I know how much you cared for her, and I know how much it hurts, but she doesn’t deserve to have you crying over her. She will wake up one day and remember how precious you are, and all she’ll feel is sorrow knowing that her life will never feel complete without you”.
A small smile grew on his face, and you knew you did well. If he felt, even the slightest bit better, you were glad. “Now, get your booty to the couch and hit play. I hope you’ve gone to the bathroom because I will not appreciate you getting so scared you let go on my couch. I’m making pasta, and it should be done in a half hour”. You watch as he knocks off his shoes and plummets into the couch, hitting the play button on the remote, “Are yeh joinin’ me, or m’ I watching this alone?”. Rolling your eyes, you sauntered over to the living room, plopping down next to him. Normally it’d be you leaning against him, but instead, you embrace him and guide him toward your shoulder rubbing concentric circles every now and then. It wasn’t the best of nights, but you got him to loosen up a bit. He’d jerk up when he got scared, “M’not scared. It’s just an act for you.” He’d laugh when you did, “2 years later and that laugh still gets me.” He’d start yelling at the TV because someone did something stupid, “I don’t understand! Why do people think this is game! There is a murderer on the loose, and they want ta’ just run about.”
After the crazy night that happened, neither you or he wanted him to go home. You took his hand and walked his sleepy self, upstairs into his room. Once you’ve dressed properly for bed, you stayed up for another hour or so, just absentmindedly thinking. Little did you know he was doing the same thing.
It’s been a month and he seems just fine. He goes about his days like they were any other. He’d sleep over at your house as he always does, and he falls into the same pattern as before. It was early one morning and you both took the opportunity to go to the park before it got crowded with kids. Digging your toes into the sand, you slowly swung back and forth, with him doing the same.
Harry was telling you about some absurd situation he was in the other day, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You found it so funny that you even snorted, which in counter made you laugh even more. He had on such a lopsided grin, revealing half of a dimple, while he was just marveling at you. Your laugh had such an infliction on him, and he was perplexed by it. Surely this wasn’t the first time you’ve snorted. It’s an occurrence that happens quite often when you find something to be overly funny. He was still smiling, but now he finds himself doing it for another reason.
The way your nose would scrunch up when you laughed. How you’d always seem to get a stray hair to fall into your face, just so you could tuck it behind your ear. How you’d get so attached to your books, as if they were treasure, and you would get so caught up in the story, you wouldn’t notice him making stupid faces at you. How you give the world to him but never expect it in return. The way your eyebrows come together when you’ve caught him in a lie about how he’s feeling. The way you always knew when he was, in fact, telling a lie. How you were always there for him when he needed someone the most, and never complained. Those 4am phone calls when he was away and he was missing your voice. He never noticed until now, how he never called Alex, but he always rang you. You were the first thought in his mind. You were the one he was missing the most. When he’d have an argument with her, he would go straight to you, and you’d drop whatever it was that you were doing. You would put all your attention on him. One time you even sat on the couch with him, shampoo still dripping from your hair, just because he needed to talk about his day.
He never ran to Alex. Sure, he cared for her very deeply, but he was never truly in the relationship with her because his heart was elsewhere. His heart was on your couch, sitting next to you, listening to you ramble on about school that day. How your professors were giving you an immensely hard time. Him always wanting to go down there and tell them to lay off, but never doing so because you always reassured him you were ok. He was only in that relationship because he thought it was right, but he already had someone. Someone who was always there for him.
WELCOME MY FRIENDS TO ANOTHER OF MY DRUNKEN REVIEWS!
-The Twins speaking spanish is my aesthetic….
-Garffly making more sense than Toothfly…… And Garffstrid being ultimate bros!!!!…… wait….. Is this an ASTRID EPISODE?! IS THIS REAL?!?!
-JESUS CHRIST HICCUP! PLEASE KILL YOURSELF….
*ME RIGHT NOW*
-I’ve always loved Garff…
-OMFG I just remembered I STILL haven’t heard Hiccup’s singing in that musical episode!!! I refused to listen and skipped it!……………………………………………………..I still refuse to listen to it…..
-Astrid please… PLEASE! I BEG YOU!! STAY ON THAT ISLAND WITH GARFF AND STORMFLY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! Forget Everything and everyone and STAY THERE! You don’t need this shit! Believe me dear… you don’t….
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?! HOLY SHIT I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT THING IN MY LIFE! I’M SURE THE RIDERS ALSO HAVEN-
-OMFG BUT OF COURSE THEY DO…..
-RTTE ignoring its OWN canon…. didn’t they like…. NOT KNOW any more dragon species in the beginning of the show????? YOU KNOW… THAT’S WHY THEY WENT OUT EXPLORING IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?!
Remember when there were no more dragons to find and because they already explored them all??? and then every time a new dragon appears they already know the exact species, strenghts and weaknesses???????? Suddenly they know everything there is to know about new dragons they’re never seen before because…. PLOT?!?!?!? I mean
OH MY GOD
-Antidote…. Because of course there is…. And of course they *snorts* KNOW how to make it….
SNOTLOUT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Where was I??? oh right! This is where I left off last time…..
OH MY GOD
THIS IS THE MOMENT!
THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL
BEEN WAITING FOR! oh wait…
-Why is everyone so shocked… WHY do they have to make this moment as if it was imposible?? Is… is she not a human???
*me af right now….* ^^^^
BUT YOUR OTP WOULD
-Also… Astrid got poisoned for
nothing??? meh at least she got herself cured in
nothing is really at stake here sooo…. I wasn’t worried in
the first place….
-Let’s get back to Hiccup and Snotlout… wait no. Just Snotlout.
- MY COLD HEART IS MELTING! Also… the gang trying to make this otp a
*Saves wine for Episode 11*
*Me right now*
STAY TUNED GUYS! SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE! I’VE BEEN SOOO
Idk what’s happening but it’s like I’m becoming more aware of boys and they’re interactions with my friends and me. Like idk all my friends are super pretty and they’re all talking to boys and I’m sitting here like ‘👀👀 what are those boys motive??’ Not like I care if any of them date but it’s like, I just don’t trust hs boys and idk recently I haven’t been feeling all there on the self esteem section of life and when I’m getting complements from the opposite gender (who I don’t trust for whatever reason idk) I’m just like '👀👀👀mmm fake news,,,what do you really mean??? Stop with that nonsense plz’
I can take a compliment but when I’m feeling so low like I am recently I just can’t help but second guess why they would say that (not like I say it to their face or anything I’m not rude but still) idk I’m just not feeling all there and with boys put into the mix it just makes everything more confusing idk I’m dumb
Just your reminder that I do NOT look buff 24/7, I eat more than I need to, I have rolls, I have blemishes, I don’t do as much cardio as I should, I eat ice cream whenever I want, I go out to dinner with friends, I don’t lift every single day, my sleep schedule isn’t perfect, I get bloated, I have stretch marks, I AM HUMAN!
I am a glorious, strong, vivacious woman with a body who carries her through so much.
Never compare yourself to someone’s best moments, because everyone has candid photos of themselves they don’t post. Everyone has bad days. Social media is a place where people put their best selves forward, and you need to realize that you are not an image on the screen.