may the sun shine brightly on you

childhood behaviors (4th House - Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars)

Sun in the 4th House indicates that you were possibly the golden child in the family, the child who got lots of attention and you relished the spotlight, always shining brightly and making others smile with your charisma. Alternatively, this individual may have felt like they were never able to have much privacy because of the amount of attention that was focused on them throughout childhood, and could have felt pressured to constantly emanate radiance. But they were effortlessly regal nevertheless.

Moon in the 4th House indicates that you were the emotional child but also a motherly figure towards your siblings or your family members, perhaps you looked out for your siblings often and took care of them sometimes, you felt it was your responsibility to offer nurturing and gentle affection. You could have been protective over your loved ones and may have been told that you’re too sensitive, or to stop crying, to “get over” things, but even the tiniest things affected you.

Mercury in the 4th House indicates that you were maybe the intelligent child, possibly having tremendous success in all academic areas during school, told that you were a brainiac and that you were destined for great things. You could have been a smart alec and learned stuff quickly, one step ahead of the rest. You may have developed advanced linguistic abilities from an early age; perhaps you began speaking at a faster rate than most other children.

Venus in the 4th House indicates that you could have been the artistic, cute child in the family. The individual probably dressed up in nice clothes according to the current fashion trends, and developed acute social awareness at a young age. They may have been outgoing and amiable, hosting sleepovers or inviting many friends over for pool parties or stuff of that nature. It’s also likely that this individual was interested in the arts and may have been blessed with abilities pertaining to music/painting/drawing/et cetera.

Mars in the 4th House indicates that you were probably a bundle of restless energy, getting into trouble and wreaking havoc in your home, but being unable to sit still most of the time. It is likely that you were often described as being troublesome in school and you may have caused interruptions during class. The individual was maybe fond of spending their leisure in the outdoors, doing athletic activities, and even ignoring authority. This child probably enjoyed pushing people’s buttons.

Marrying Jung Hoseok

Series: Park JiminJeon Jungkook | Kim Namjoon | Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by joeguk

  • You were about to go to bed after a long marathon of all your favorite kdramas, which had subsequently led you to laughing, smiling and crying simultaneously, when knuckles rapping loudly against the door made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 
  • “W-Who is it?” You asked cautiously, walking towards the door with slow steps. 
  • “It’s me” 
  • “Hobi, what’re you doing here so late?” Your hands reached for the door but you stopped yourself, “We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, is everything okay?” 
  • “Yeah,” His voice was unsure and you leaned against the door, “I-I was just wondering if you were, I don’t know, having second thoughts?”
  • His question caught you off guard, worry and anxiety striking your heart
  • “I’m not, are you?” You replied back, voice steady and calm
  • “No but I just,” You could hear a stifled cry, “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret being with me.”
  • You scoffed at his words, god if only you could open this door, you’d yell at him for even suggesting such a thing.
  • “Baby,” You cooed softly, knowing that yelling wasn’t going to do either of you any good, “I love you and one day, maybe after a few years of being with you, I want to look in the mirror and see someone like you, someone capable of sacrifice, courage and love.”
  • “I could never regret marrying you, Jung Hoseok and I can’t wait to get married to you tomorrow.”
  • You could hear a soft laugh mixed with a sob and smiled softly to yourself. If only you could open the door and hug him, it would’ve been perfect.
  • Damn you and your stupid superstitions.
  • “Ugh, I’m supposed to be the one making you cry, not the other way around.” He chuckled and you could feel his weight pressing against the wood of the door.
  • “Sadist, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Well, I’d stay and talk but I need to go to bed if you don’t want your girl to have raccoon eyes tomorrow.”
  •  “Oh hush,” He remarked, “Fine, sleep well, I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.”
  • “I’ll be the one in white.”
  • The next morning, you woke up calmly and were making yourself a nice cup of tea when your best friend came barging in with a few other girls trailing behind her, no doubt holding multiple bags of make-up, shoes, accessories and whatnot.
  • And when she saw you sitting calmly by the counter, sipping tea.
  • She took a deep breath, willing herself not to yell at you and spoke to you in the most sarcastic of tones
  • “Will your majesty please go have a fucking bath so she can get dressed for her fucking wedding?”
  • “Can’t even speak a full sentence without swearing, can ya?” You chuckled, putting the mug in the sink before going to do as she asked, “God, I should’ve never picked you as my maid of honor.”
  • “Hush,” She replied, pushing you into the room, “The dress is on the bed, please try to hurry up, won’t you?”
  • After that it was a blur of getting dressed and letting her have her way and putting on your makeup and fixing you hair
  • Although you had to admit, the end result was more than worth it.
  • “Thank you so much,” You spoke softly as you neared the venue in your car, your hand gripping hers as she was on the phone, checking with her husband if everything was going well on the groom’s side, “For everything.”
  • “Anything for my best girl.” She chuckled as the car halted to a stop, stepping out before you and helping you with the dress as you walked towards the elevator.
  • Unsurprisingly, your wedding was on the rooftop of the hotel, with enough people there to make it memorable but not messy
  • “Ready to go?” Your father asked, holding his hand out and with a nod, you linked your arm with his as you walked down the aisle.
  • You saw Hoseok, standing under the makeshift arch, looking absolutely perfect and ethereal in his suit with his smile so bright, you almost felt your eyes squeezing shut from the brightness
  • Once you reached him, your father let go of your hands, giving Hoseok an approving pat on his back as he held your hand.
  • And then the priest began reciting all the cliché lines, Hoseok repeating it with fervor and as much as it painied your pride to admit it, you did too
  • And then comes the time for the vows
  • And for you to sob like a three-year old who dropped their ice cream
  • “Baby,” He cooed softly, “I don’t even know where to start, gosh,” He was frazzled, millions of thoughts running through his mind but he settled on a few, “Yesterday, when I was at your door all terrified and scared, your words calmed me down instantly, just like how you help me feel at ease every time I get stressed at work.”
  • “And I just want to say, that you’re the only one in front of whom I can break down, bare myself with all my weaknesses without the slightest bit of hesitation because you, you are the only one who can put me back together.”
  • “And that’s because you make me whole.”
  • In your mind, you’re already remarking, oh great, I won’t be able to say anything because I’m dead, k thanks, peace out
  • So, after a few minutes of sobbing and your cheeks stained with tears you manage to speak:
  • “I may not be the best of people, hell, I’m probably even the worst but you, you make me so unbelievable happy and warm and just so happy. When I’m with you, everything else is secondary to me because to me, you are my priority. You are my sun, moon and stars, shining oh so brightly in my life and illuminating the darkest of my days.”
  • “And even though I doubt I can make you as happy as you make me,” You paused, taking a deep breath, “I will, for the rest of my life, try to love you the best I can.”
  • You can already hear your best friend cry, her husband, Jimin, comforting her in his arms as you leaned in to kiss Hoseok, both your cheeks wet with tears as they pressed against each other yet you had never felt so warm, so happy.
  • Once you break away from the kiss, the priest himself shedding a tear at your vows, officially pronounced you husband and wife, the guests burst into an applause and you smiled embarrassedly as you leaned against Hoseok who has his hand wrapped around his waist.
  • The rest of the evening goes into attending to your guests, engaging in conversations with your friends and receiving some really emotional yet mildly amusing toasts from all of them.
  • As they begin to leave, you and Hoseok head for your room in the hotel, having booked one of the most amazing honeymoon suites that they had to offer.
  • So, you go into your bathroom, putting on the most ridiculous piece of lingerie you had ever seen, yet you had let your best friend convince you into buying it, saying something about how good your ass would look in it.
  • And so, you washed your face, ridding it of the makeup, brushed your hair and put it on, eyeing yourself warily in the mirror but after a few minutes of contemplation, gave up and walked out.
  • Only to find Hoseok lying on the bed in one of the fluffy white bathrobes with a rose in his mouth that hilariously dropped to the floor when he saw you.
  • “Oh, dear lord…”
  • You shifted uncomfortably where you stood, hands flying up to cross at your chest before yelling, “I’m going to go change!”
  • “Don’t you dare, baby girl,” His deep voice grabbed your wrist, pulling you back and slamming you against the wall, “I like it.”
  • And that’s when you realize that domseok has come out to play.
  • But you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
  • Leaning back, you look cockily at him before speaking in a stern tone
  • “Why don’t you,” Your fingers pulled his chin up, kissing the length of his throat, “Show me how much you like it, babe?”
  • And let’s just say the rest of the night goes rather spectacularly
  • With you whispering about how much you love your husband when he’s begging for you and him whispering back how much he loves his wife when she’s screaming his name at the top of her voice.
  • But in all seriousness, once you’re done with your night’s celebrations and you’re lying comfortably in each other’s embrace holding your hands
  • Your fingers running over the gleaming silver adorning each of your finger’s
  • You can’t help but feel happy, like everything is just the way it was meant to be
  • And you have nothing short of an eternity of it with each other.

Originally posted by jinful

~Admin Sangria (who hopes this killed her wife, Midnight) 

anonymous asked:

Omg could i get rfa+saeran+v reaction to mc calling them drunk because mc is spending christmas all alone and is like "lol btw i love u lmaoooooo isnt that funny anyway this wine is really strong wow but i love u ahahahahha im so alone" (ALSO CONGARTS ON 404 FOLLOWERS AND HOPE U BOTH HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)




-He’s the one who called you!
-Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas again (not like he said it 50,000 other times today)
-He knew you were spending it alone and felt really bad about it!
-Offered to spend it with you but you insisted you were okay, and that he should go spend it with his family!
-Once you answered, he wished you Merry Christmas and listened for a little bit as you rambled off a thank you
-You sounded a little funny? You words kept slurring and he wasn’t sure what was wrong
-”Oh, no. No no. I’m not okay.”
-P A N I C
-”I’ve a little too much to drink tonight. I didn’t even realize I had that much? But hey, ya know, you’re rreeeaaaalllllllyyyyy cute. I’d love to let you show me that you’re really a man.”
-Stuttered out that he had to go and that he hopes you sleep soon, and blushed SO HARD for the rest of the night!!


-Jumin is actually really sad that you’re alone on Christmas
- he might have had a little too much wine as well
-You two were in the messenger for .5 seconds before you decided to just call him and talk
- totally not because you couldn’t see straight enough to type anymore
-???? MC? What a weird greeting
-You asked him about his day, so he told you every detail. He started to trail off and talk about C&R’s stocks, when you suddenly interrupted him
-”Damn Jumin, you’re real cute. I just love you. Like, wow. How can I get you to love me like Elizabeth? Should I wear cat ears? *whispers to self* holy shit i should buy cat ears”
-He was shocked! Did you just drunkenly admit you love him?? He knew his feelings towards you, so all he did was respond with,
-”MC. I love you as well. I think you’re extremely fascinating. Now, what was that about cat ears?”


-He understood that you wanted to be alone, he’s been the same way for years
-What he couldn’t understand, though, was why you kept texting him about aliens?
-Normally he’d just play along, because he sends you the same type of texts, but…
-The amount of rambling and typos makes him think you’re possibly drunk
-When you called him, he was excited to see what your drunken mind had to say to him
- afterall, sometimes drunken minds are the ones that’ll speak all of the truth
-He sat through all of your rambling about aliens and carols, but didn’t expect what you said next
-”Ya know, you’re such a dork. But you’re a great dork. I love you. I lllloooovvveee you. Hearts beating, hearts soaring, yeeeeaaaahhh!”
-”MC you…you’re just so cute. You’re going to kill me, do you know that?? Don’t worry, I have this recorded so I can replay it for you in the morning, when you forget~”


-Why did you want to be alone
-You have him now, just hang out with him
-Wants to treat you like a princess but nnnoooooooooo you gotta stay home alone
-Freaked out at the fact you haven’t texted him in a while??
-The moment he saw your name pop up on his phone, he answered it
-Before he got to talk though, he could hear you talking to yourself, slurring your words
-You realize he picked up the phone and you were so excited!! “SAERAAAAAAAAAAN~ Hhhhiiiiiiii~ I might have drank to much but that’s okay, but I gotta tell you something. I have a secret. *giggle* sshhh, listen,,,,,, I looooove you! Yes I do! I do I do! *giggle*”
-Honestly SUPER SHOCKED that you love him? And that you admitted it? Holy shit? Quickly regains his composure and fucking smirks this lil shit
-”Oh, do you? Go ahead, go on. You love me? I love you too. Now, tell me how you’d show me just how much you love me…” woah there saeran, woah, down boy, down


- he didn’t get why you wanted to be alone??
- This boy got you SO many gifts and he has to give it to you on Christmas Eve and not Christmas???

- His face lights up when you call, omfg he’s so excited and his chest feels fuzzy
- “RAT TAIL!!! You’re so handsome *hiccup*”
- he’s really shocked because when do you drink? You don’t even take a sip of wine at the RFA parties, wtfisthis
- “MC…are you drunk?”
- “Nooo…well, only a little bit *giggle*, I’m drunk on my love for youuu~” MCtIdon’tthinkthat’showitssaidbuturdrunkoffurasssoit’sokay
- youbetyoursweetassthisboyisgoingtothrowpartybecauseofthis
- “Princess, I know you won’t remember this, but I love you. I love all your quirks, mistakes, giggles, and stupid jokes. I love every single piece of you. I love all the bad times and good times ahead with you. I love you more than any obstacle that we’ll have to overcome. I just love you so much.”


- she didn’t really mind that you wanted to spend Christmas alone
- Jumin was probably going to make her work anyway hoeasstrustfundkidstophURTINGMYBAEHEE
- Luckily she got a day off but she felt so lonely without you!!!
- it’s okay though, she respects your privacy
- but when she hears your ring tone, she runs to her phone andtripsandknocksstuffoverontheway
- “Merry Chrismas!!! I bet you’d make a good Mrs. Claus…omg can you wear a mrs. claus themed outfit next year? *hiccup*  eVEN BETTER CAN YOU WEAR CHRISTMAS THEMED LINGERIE?
- omg the poor baehee is so flustered, first ur drunk and now you say this?? You’retryingtokillher
- “I don’t think that would be very appropriate, MC…”
- “Why noooot? My mom always told me when two people loved each other, they do a little…frick frack *giggle*”
- “I mean your mom isn’t wrong, but-”
- W A I T
- you just said love
- oh my god you love her and she loves you

- “MC, I’m going to come over, is that alright?” sheneedstokissyouohmygod
- “Yeah~ Just don’t wear anything, you’re so pretty with nothing on~~~”
- omgMCurbadatthis


- This poor soul is so lost when you say you want to spend Christmas alone
- he obviously respects your space, but this lil bby just wanted snuggles, Christmas movies, and hot chocolate
- he’s so excited when he hears your ringtone!!! Hahacausehecantseeurnameonthescreenimsowitty
- but when he answers he hears sobbing?
- W H A T
- he always knew you were a crying drunk buT IT WAS NEVER THIS BAD???
- “Hi V.. *sniffle* you know you’re cool right? Like you make my heart beat fast and i catch my breath when i look at you kind of cool? Because you’re really cool *sniffle* and it really hurts you know? *SOBBING* because I just love you so much and i know you’re terrified of a commitment like that again  and Rika was your sun and I can’t ever compare *moresobbing* And I just feel so bad because you had to go through all that pain and things never worked for you two because you just deserve the world V. You’re so precious and pure; you don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten”
- holy shit
- you’re in love with him???

- Oh man you’re right this boy is so terrified
- But he is sure of one thing
- He may be scared to love you right now, but he will NOT walk away from this
- “Listen MC. Never compare yourself to Rika, okay? But if you’re going to, I want you to know this. Yes, she was my sun, but you know what you are? You’re my moon. You shine so brightly that I can see my way out of the dark. You’re the one who guides me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever compare to what you mean to me. I may not be ready now, but I can say with certainty that one day, I will say “I love you”.”

How to pack light

There comes a time in the life of every traveller when you need to pack light. This may be for many reasons: for example, that you are going to a dark place, that you have a need for public visibility, or simply because you have been vouchsafed an excessive quantity of light and need to take it to an appropriate disposal venue. Although there are some common factors, the strategies required to pack light differ by the type of light that you are packing. We therefore present our five-part guide to packing light below.

1. Since fire was first stolen from the dogs, mankind has cogitated about the best way to transport firelight. Taking it with you on a long journey can certainly increase your warmth and/or comfort. Perhaps the easiest way to transport firelight is to be literally on fire. However, this method has certain disadvantages in terms of personal safety. As an alternative measure, try being metaphorically on fire. Your fellow travellers will probably thank you for choosing this method. They may even clap.

2. The best type of light for taking into dark places is that derived from the torches of rescue parties. You can mix in a little light from a calm dawn if you desire a greater sense of solitude. This light may be held in a closed hand, sealed in a bottle, or carried on the back of a co-operative firefly. Although it is much more easily obtained, try not to adulterate the mix with the light of oncoming trains.

3. There are certain precious lights that stay in the memory, and that you may wish to preserve. You will likely encounter these in the field, and so a portable storage mechanism here is a must. For example, you may wish to hold on to the light of the Arctic’s white nights, or of that sunset that one time over Venice’s lagoon. Interestingly, these lights are already stored at the back of the brain, where they are recycled into the idea-light that shines over the heads of people who are thinking new thunks for the first time. If you can find a way of accessing this facility, you may not even need to pack extra equipment. We have had considerable success with this method by utilising an idea-o-tron, which gently jiggles humans with a caffeine solution until new thunks come out.

4. As consumers of light who are familiar with cartoons will be aware, treasurers are obliged by the law of the high seas to fill in any spaces in chests, caskets and coffers with concentrated light. This light is usually obtained by careful squeezing of the afternoon sun in a suitable juicing apparatus. The process produces a high-stability light which may have a lifetime of many centuries, allowing the light from ancient hoards to shine as brightly as that from the bathroom suites of the nouveau-riche. We do not, however, recommend that you travel with this light unless you absolutely have to. Treasure-light is a Class I dragon risk. It is not permitted on scheduled flights, even as hold baggage, and most shipping companies will also refuse to carry it. Perhaps the safest way is to travel unobtrusively on foot with the light in a cardboard box and plenty of anti-dragon spray.

5. Finally, you may wish to shine a light upon that which prefers to remain hidden. In this case, we recommend purchasing a small torch, some batteries, and a map giving the location of that which prefers to remain hidden. Always remember to state beforehand that you are not playing hide-and-seek. Otherwise you may find that you will have to hide once you have exposed that which prefers to remain hidden, whilst that which prefers to remain hidden shambles off to shit in your car and eat songbirds. That which prefers to remain hidden is unable to count to ten, so you will be hiding very, very a long time in this eventuality.

♫ Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop- Landon Pigg//Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Can you write something for Remus x reader with the song ‘falling in love at a coffee shop’ by Landon pigg please?

The rays of the sun turn a faint red, soon after morphing into a hazy purple as the faint shape of a crescent moon appears in the clear, darkening sky. Gentle gusts of wind come and go, dried tree branches snap under rushing feet and drying leaves that have now turned the familiar hues of Autumn pirouette through the crisp October air, finding their way to the ground. 

The Three Broomsticks Inn is now lit only by torches that grace its walls. It’s almost completely emptied of the crowd that had spent the day sitting in its mismatched chairs and sliding goblets across the wooden counter for refills of burning alcohol and friendly remarks from the kind faced Madame that filled them to the brim each time. 

Y/N smiles to herself, satisfied with the silence that now fills the space. The sound of a page flipped by her nimble fingers seems much louder than she had expected it to, soon echoed from the other end of the inn. Her eyes glanced up at the sound, meeting the brown eyes of a boy who, to her, was only accidental touches in the hallways and apologetic smiles until the moment her glance lifted from the page. Their eyes exchange inaudible whispers, hushed “Hello"s fluttering through the warmed interior as the woman behind the counter smirks at the scene. 

The greetings remain unsaid, and infatuated eyes return to worn leafs of paper. The same smile spreads over both faces, undiscovered, yet still brightening the room, prompting a shaking head and a knowing smirk from Madame Rosmerta.

The sun shines brightly, the heat of its rays coated in the frosty air of the winter day. Cheeks are reddened, footprints left in the thin coat of snow that covers the ground, snowflakes sticking to the woolen fabric of hats. A bell rings as he enters, eyes wide open and roaming the room, looking for the girl who read and smiled, scanning the room for her y/e/c eyes, the scent of cinnamon reaching him only once he notices her in the very same place. 

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anonymous asked:

1. Henry can feel his attention start to drift again. The school year is nearing its end, and he’s missed so much recently for all sorts of reasons that one can only use as an excuse when living in Storybrooke. He should really be paying close attention to whatever lessons are left, in an attempt to avoid needing tutoring over the summer. But the teacher is droning on and on about goodness knows what, the sun is shining brightly outside, and he’d really rather be anywhere else.

A head pokes around the classroom door, and Miss Muffet pauses in her explanation of whatever mathematical equation is scribbled on the board to frown. ‘I’m sorry to disturb, but I’m looking for a – a Mister Mills?’ the teaching assistant squeaks out. Henry blinks for a moment, and then waves his hand in the air. ‘Your – your mother is here to pick you up,’ the TA informs him, and this may explain the young man’s nervousness. Henry scrambles to his feet, shoving books in his bag as he goes.

He’s already run through at least ten different end-of-world scenarios by the time he reaches reception. ‘Mom, are you alright?’ he blurts out, as soon as he sees her. She turns a slightly annoyed expression his way, and sighs loudly, causing the TA to scuttle away, his daunting mission complete. ‘I’m sorry Henry, I completely forgot about your dentist appointment,’ she says, reaching out to grab onto his shoulder and steer him quickly by the receptionist.

He’s about to say he definitely does not have a dentist appointment, thankyouverymuch, when she nudges him with her hip. For the first time, he notices she’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with her hair pulled into a messy ponytail and sunglasses perched on her head. ‘Oh yes, errr, drat,’ he nods along out loud, squinting his eyes at her questioningly. The receptionist barely glances their way as they leave. Once the door swings shut behind them, he turns and walks backwards to see her face.

‘I think I’d remember if I had an appointment of doom,’ he tells her with a grin, adding a questioning lilt at the end. She laughs at him, and gestures to the Mercedes. ‘Get in so they don’t realize the same thing,’ she replies, attempting to sound stern. She seems in a more light-hearted mood than he’s seen in a long time, and that more than anything makes him decide to play along without asking much more. Music starts to blare loudly as soon as the engine switches on, and then they are off.

Mom drives in silence for a while, except for some quiet humming. It’s not until they pass the sign announcing that they are leaving Storybrooke that she turns the volume down, and leans his way slightly. ‘I thought we should go on a short road trip today,’ she tells him unnecessarily. He crosses his arms, pursing his lips in a fake pout. ‘I’m still not convinced you’re not sneakily taking me away from Storybrooke to protect me from the next villain of the day.’

She rolls her eyes at that, and then gestures over her shoulder quickly. ‘Something in the back may give you a clue as to our end destination.’ He shoots upright, leaning over to look behind him. There is an innocuous bag sitting in the back, which he pulls over to place in his lap. Mom says nothing more, so he takes that as an invitation to rummage around inside. Once he realizes what it is, his mouth opens in surprise. ‘Are these symbolizing what I think they’re symbolizing?’

‘Of course,’ Mom nods, and reaches out a hand whilst still staring straight ahead. ‘I want to wear mine too.’ He hands her two golden cuffs, before putting his own on and crossing his arms to form an X. ‘I can’t believe you’re letting me miss school so we can go watch Wonder Woman.’ Mom primly pushes her sunglasses down onto her nose, turning her face towards him enough that he can see her eyebrow raise. ‘I figure you’ll probably learn just as much with the film.’

They spend the rest of the car ride arguing plot points of the latest comic books. In the back of his mind, he wants to tell her that for him, she is real-life Wonder Woman, but that seems far too sentimental. ‘You’d make a good Amazon warrior,’ he settles on saying, as they pull into the cinema car park. ‘I’ve seen you in sword fights, after all.’ Mom smiles, as if she understands. ‘Let’s go get popcorn,’ she says, and they wander towards the entrance, golden cuffs glinting in the sun.

You, my dear, are the sweetest thing. This is the cherry on top of a good day.

All of this is far more sedate than my initial reaction, which was EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE INBOX FIC!!!!!! ;)

Thank you, inbox fic anon! This is the best. I love every bit of it.

Orange Juice

This takes place about a year after Noctis comes out of the crystal and defeats Ardyn.

The smell of bacon wafted through the apartment and roused Ashen from a deep sleep. Ever so gently, she sat up and stretched her aching body before she slid off the bed. Ashen grabbed her robe that hung on the bathroom door and wrapped it around her swollen stomach. Absentmindedly, one of her small hands softly caressed her daily growing stomach.

Only eight weeks to go! I can’t wait to hold this little girl in my arms! Ashen thought

A small smile came to her face as she began to walk out of the bedroom and towards the amazing aroma. Her sock covered feet padded along the hallway until she arrived at the kitchen. Her smile grew bigger as she saw her husband divvy up the last of the bacon and other delectable treats before placing them on the table.

When Ignis was finished, he turned around and faced his loving wife and gave her a kind smile. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was there. Ignis rounded the table and lovingly embraced Ashen. The pair stood there and basked in early morning sunlight in complete silence. Ignis placed a gentle kiss atop her head before he leaned back to place a chaste kiss to Ashen’s lips.

“Good morning my dear. How are you feeling today?” Ignis crooned as he placed one of his large, gloved hands on her stomach

As Iggy laid his hand upon Ashen’s stomach, their daughter gave a powerful kick to Ashen’s insides. Ashen faltered a bit, but Ignis was right there and steadied her. She was very grateful to have a husband like him.

“I’m alright. I’m a little sore and kind of tired. Gaia kept me up all night again, but she’s worth it.” Ashen sighed as she leaned into Ignis

“Then please sit and rest, my love. I do not wish for my wife and daughter to be in distress.” Ignis voiced concernedly

Ashen happily obliged her husband and took her place at the table. Once Ignis had situated himself, the couple settled in and began to eat. Even though Ignis had been blind for over 11 years now, he was still a cut above the rest when it came to culinary skills. It didn’t take him long to get reacquainted in the kitchen and that didn’t surprise anyone given Ignis’ tenacity.

Small talk was exchanged as well as updates on Ashen’s next appointment. The couple was more than excited to bring their child into the world now that the darkness had faded and the sun shined brightly over their Lestallum apartment. Ignis may not have said it, but he still missed Noctis and always would.

As they continued to talk, Ashen had downed two glasses of orange juice and had begun to pour her third cup. Ignis may be blind, but he’s no fool. His sense of hearing and smell have increased tenfold since he had lost his sight.

“Love, I do believe two glasses of orange juice is enough. You don’t want to get an upset stomach, do you? Don’t you know how many times you are going to use the restroom from drinking that much?” Ignis inquired as he sipped on his morning cup of Ebony

“There is no such thing as too much orange juice Iggy, but thank you for your concern.” Ashen giggled before taking a sip of the glass she just filled

Ignis let out a long sigh as he pondered his wife’s comment. She sure had come a long way from the shy girl he met 11 years ago. He’d take the rest of the day in stride and be prepared for the worst. Nonetheless, he loved his wife and would do anything for her.

By the time they had finished breakfast, Ashen had consumed a fourth glass of orange juice. The Scientia couple cleaned up their mess rather quickly so they could spend the rest of their lazy Saturday relaxing. Ignis urged Ashen to sit tight as he cleaned up. She would have none of that. Ashen may be 32 weeks pregnant, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let Iggy do this alone. She didn’t want to be a burden to her husband.

Once the dishes were finished, the couple found themselves on the couch watching reruns on tv. Well in Iggy’s case listening. It didn’t matter to him, he just wanted to spend time with his wife. Ashen settled into Iggy’s side as he wrapped an arm around her so she could lay her head on his chest. She felt like the luckiest and safest woman in the world. No one could ever compare to Iggy.

It was as if Ignis had predicted the future. About 20 minutes into watching a documentary on Chocobos, Ashen ran to the bathroom. From there on out for the next hour, she jumped up every five minutes to use the restroom. Iggy shook his head, but decided not to say anything this time around.

Finally, Ashen had settled back into Iggy’s side. Soon though, she began to squirm. This time Ignis spoke up.

“Are you alright darling?” Ignis sighed as he caressed her head

“I, uh, have horrible heartburn and my stomach isn’t feeling too well.” Ashen breathed out

Without any warning, Ignis gracefully picked Ashen up and cradled her against his chest. He proceeded to their bedroom where he gently laid Ashen down on their bed. Ignis made sure she was comfortable before he went to the kitchen and got her a glass of milk.

“Here you go my love. I’ve also brought you and antacid in hopes of getting rid of your heartburn.” Ignis announced before handing Ashen the milk and antacid

“Thank you, Iggy. You’re he best husband ever.” Ashen chirped, wishing she had listened to her husband in the first place

“No trouble at all.” He smiled kindly before returning to his side of the bed

For the rest of the day, Ignis and Ashen stayed in bed. Whether they were read in silence, chatted about life or turned the tv on as background noise, the two of them were just happy to be in each other’s presence. At one point Ignis gave Ashen a massage that lulled her to sleep before he quietly stepped out to make supper. After all, what kind of husband and father would he be if he didn’t take care of his girls?

This was written for @blindbae because we got into a conversation about orange juice the other day. This is actually my first piece ever for FFXV so please, if you want to kill me do it kindly.


So I promised you guys an excerpt from the fic I’m working on, so here you are!


Kara looked lazily over at Lena.

The CEO looked content; she had her seat kicked back, boots propped up on the dashboard, looking up at the night sky. She had let her hair down with the onset of the cool desert night; soft raven waves tumbled down her shoulders and around her serene face, making it softer, somehow.

Kara smiled and sat back too, enjoying the clarity of the sky above her.

“Hey, Kara.”


“Can you see Krypton from here?”

Kara laughed. “Maybe with NASA’s telescope.” She sobered. “Even if you looked, I don’t think you could see it now; Kal said the debris from it’s destruction rained down on Earth some time ago.” She looked back up at the sky. “I know Rao is there still, our sun, but you still need a telescope to see it.”

“Where is it?”

Kara hummed as she scanned the sky. It was a habit she had long since formed; as a child, she would gaze out at the sky, especially as May slid into June, like now, and pretend she could still see Rao, shining brightly in the darkness. “How well do you know your constellations?”

“I’d say my astrology is extensive, but I’m rusty.” Lena chuckled.

“Well, there’s Virgo, here –” Kara reached out and traced the constellation with a finger, “–and then here, to the south, the sort of square of bright stars, is Corvus. Somewhere within that constellation lies Rao, and Daxam, and whatever may remain of Krypton.”

Lena gazed at the constellation for a long while. “I wish I could see it,” she finally said wistfully.

Kara chuckled and resumed her perusal of the sky. “You’ve said that about everything I’ve told you since you found me out.”

“Because there’s so much,” Lena said earnestly, a gleam in her eye. “You’ve been to so many places – there’s just so much to learn about the world still.”

Kara smiled. “I don’t know that we’ll ever know everything about the universe.”

“Maybe not, but I’d still like to learn all I can.”

Kara’s smile grew. “Me too.”

And she thought that maybe, this road trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.


And let me tell you, it never stopped hurting not even for a second. 

But all I can do is watch you go, realize that this path that I tried to make was only meant for me to walk alone. And truthfully, that is okay. Because as much as I accepted your difference, you never took into consideration of my mine. You realized that my light was really dimmed and I was not as bright as you thought I was, you walked away. But if only you know, I was bright because you were there.

I will find peace within myself and I know I may never stop writing about the pain you left me with, but do not think that I am always thinking about you. I am not. I am only thinking that I deserve more than the pain you have inflicted on me. Even if I cannot smile today nor can I laugh today, truthfully, that is okay. I will wait for the day the sun can shine brightly for me, where there is not a cloud in sight. I hope that you, too, will have your bright sunny days. That you can wash away the blood you have on your hands. And that you can be free and love freely. If there is anything you deserve, it is happiness. I wanted you to feel that happiness but I did not know that happiness would also bring you pain. You said as long as you do not think about me, it will not hurt. I hope it will not ever hurt again the next time I cross your mind. I wish I could say all of this to you but I know that you do not care about what I have to say. Nothing about me ever mattered to you. I do not blame you though. Maybe the love I want to give was not meant to be yours. But I truly and sincerely just want you to be happy. So, I am letting go.

anonymous asked:

Since you're not doing a part 2 for the yoongi sugar daddy scenario, could we like ask how would Sugardaddy!yoongi act if he's jealous? If you know what I mean:)💞 but ofc just if you want to 💞

A/N: I’m always down for Sugar Daddy Yoongi, so hell yeah, I got’chu 👌

Yoongi knows it’s wrong; it’s unconditionally wrong of him to sneak sly glances at the screen of your phone when you aren’t looking, obviously too absorbed in the silent conversation through your mobile device as you rapidly type away with busy fingers, attempting to read what – or even who – you were talking about.

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anonymous asked:

Apologies if this is a very intrusive question, but, like, could you just scrub off the rust with 400-grit sandpaper and some 0000 steel wool or maybe a burnisher? Would it hurt, or is this like suggesting that a human exfoliate??

Oh, I could do that now, couldn’t I?

You will have to forgive me, I have spent so many years on the road that it simply did not occur to me that I now have the time and supplies necessary for basic maintenance and upkeep. In addition to the rust, I am also tarnished and stained in many places, and my hardware is largely out of date. Did you know I used to shine in the sun? Never as brightly as chrome, of course, but I still had a certain luster.

It would take a lot of work to restore me to my former glory. It may be more efficient just to upgrade to a new body.

But I will probably just leave it. I am not too concerned about it.

anonymous asked:

Hi there,I absolutely adore your site. I wanted to ask if you could rec the best Mcdanno episodes. Thank you! Love, Tina

***I’VE GOT YOU, FAM! or should I say, ohana? <3     Some of these aren’t McDanno heavy episodes, but just have some really sweet moments between them that I need to survive. I know I missed a few great emotional moments so FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THIS LIST

Also, basically the entirety of season one is Good and Gay. Watch it all***

The Best McDanno Episodes (in my not so humble opinion)

  1. 1x01 The Pilot - Steve’s angry. Danny’s angry. They’re angry at each other. They assault each other then drink beers on Steve’s private beach.
  2. 1x04  Lanakila - The first time they’re called out as married trash. That’s reason enough to watch this episode.
  3. 1x07  Hoʻapono - Steve strips. Danny likes it. They flirt over the phone because damned they would be if working separately stopped them. Second time they’re called out as married trash.
  4. 1x08  Mana’O - Sad case but the McDanno here is beautiful.
  5. 1x09  Poʻipu - Danny gets jealous of a former partner of Steve’s. Steve is so in love he just stands by to watch the fireworks. “I picked you, didn’t I?”
  6. 1x20  Ma Ke Kahakai - Steve and Danny go on a date. They stumble across a murder. Danny signs “I heart you” to Steve with a big stupid flirty smile on his face.
  7. 1x23  Ua Hiki Mai Kapalena Pau - Danny gets exposed to sarin. Steve panics. First hug.
  8. 2x01  Haʻiʻole - Steve blatantly checks Danny out. Danny yells when he’s upset. Steve loves him for it.
  9. 2x09  Ike Maka - Danny and Steve live together.
  10. 2x10  Kiʻilua - Steve is captured and tortured in North Korea. Danny goes to save his ass. The look they share when they see each other is the reason I’m alive and the sun shines brightly upon us.
  11. 2x18 Lekio - Scott’s father James Caan guest stars. His character calls Danny and Steve married trash. This is some next level meta shit or something.
  12. 3x03  Lana I Ka Moana - Steve and Danny go on a date. They stumble across a murder. Danny is Sensitive but then Steve takes his shirt off so he recovers a little.
  13. 3x06  I Ka Wa Mamua - Danny is trapped in the sight of a bomb. Steve stays with him. They share a hug and laugh through the tears. This episode makes me weak.
  14. 3x10  Huakaʻi Kula - Danny takes Steve on Grace’s Aloha Girls camping trip…. because apparently that’s a normal thing to do. Steve wants to teach the girls some awesome survival skills. Danny acts like he’s not turned on.
  15. 3x21  Imi Loko Ka ʻUhane - Steve and Danny’s married behavior is recorded and broadcast to a national audience.
  16. 4x14  Na hala a ka makua - Some dude abducts Steve and Danny and soon regrets it because he has to deal with their married behavior.
  17. 4x15  Pale ʻla - Steve meets his mother-in-law. She thinks Steve and Danny are married trash.
  18. 4x19   Ku I Ka Pili Koko - “I love you.”
  19. 5x01   Aʻohe Kahi e Peʻe Ai - Danny and Steve go to marriage counseling.
  20. 5x07  Ina Paha - Steve has a gay fever dream. Danny takes care of him.
  21. 5x17  Kukaʻawale - Danny and Steve do a stake out. Married behavior ensues. Steve emotionally opens up to Danny. Danny buys him something emotionally poignant.
  22. 5x18  Pono Kaulike - Danny is arrested and sent to a Colombian prison to protect Steve. Steve gets him back.
  23. 6x01  Mai ho`oni i ka wai lana mālie - Steve and Danny dance together.
  24. 6x24  Pa'a Ka ‘ipuka I Ka ‘Upena Nananana - Danny panics. Steve drops another casual “I love you.” Super hot coordination shit.
  25. 6x25  O Ke Ali'i Wale No Ka'u Makemake - Danny is officially inside Steve now. My soul can finally Rest.
Not so far, after all Hamilton x Reader

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here, at the camp of the minutemen?” Turning, you see a young man regarding you with a smirk and an amused expression. 

“I am here to visit the general with a message from his wife.” He laughs, and offers you an arm, amused, you accept it and allow him to escort you to General Washington’s tent. 

“General?” The general grunted, not moving his head from his parchment where he was writing.

“Yes Hamilton?” Hamilton nodded at you, his smirk more pronounced.

“A lovely lady is here to see you with a message from your wife.” Looking up from his work, his eyes caught yours and widened in surprise. 

“Y/N?” You smile, detaching yourself from Hamilton as he stood up, opening his arms and engulfing you in a hug as you laughed. 

“Father!” You pull back, moving to look at Hamilton as his jaw drops and he shuffles backwards. “It’s been ages!”

“What are you doing here? Did something happen with some redcoats?” He examines your face, ever the protective father. Laughing, you disregard the large cut on your leg from when a red coat pushed you down in the streets, and a sharp rock had cut through your skirt and leg. 

“No, You haven’t been writing and I was concerned for you. I am your only child, after all.” His head switches to Hamilton, who stood awkwardly in the tenway.

“What was that you were saying about my daughter?” Placing his hand on his neck, he scrambles for words.

“I was simply saying that she is an attractive-no, that she’s pretty, and that she looks nice-probably your looks, sir-” You cut him off by laughing and moving away from your father. 

“Don’t worry about him, I just met him dad. And Mr. Hamilton, don’t worry either. My father isn’t going to harm his precious right hand man.” Muttering under his breath, you ignore your father before smiling at both of them. “Am I allowed to stay for a day or so?”

“Absolutely not.”Rolling your eyes, you hug your father goodbye before exiting the tent to obey his wishes. 

As you leave, you feel a hand capture your arm. Turning, you notice Alexander Hamilton, staring into your eyes, his hands capturing your smaller ones. “Would you allow me the honor of writing you?” 

Blushing, you look down at your joined hands, before looking back into his eyes. “Of course. You know how to write to Mt. Vernon?” He nods, and you softly pull away, stepping back into your carriage to return home after the shortest visit you had ever made. 

Many letters flowed between the two of you, each one making you blush and smile for hours on end, and no one could dampen the rest of your day. You’d begun storing them in a mahogany chest you had sitting on your desk until you received a more notable letter that had made you squeal in delight. 

My dearest Y/N:

I miss you as much as I miss having real food. I need you like I need air, and I cannot wait to see you again. I am convinced that you are truly an angel in disguise, here to both cease my suffering in your presence and increase it in my longing. I feel alone without your presence by my side, and I yearn for the time that you can be mine. My darling, I hope you will permit me into your life and allow me to court you. I haven’t any land or money, any fame or battalions to command, but I have my brain and I will always keep my wits about me. I dream about a time when we can be together. I apologize if this letter is shorter than you are used to, but I have some news I am hopeful you will like. I have received a leave from your father, and I am journeying to Mount Vernon to see you. 

A. Hamilton

Clutching the letter to your chest, you turned to your wardrobe in anticipation. You felt like a young girl, giddy with her first crush, but you couldn’t help it. You were completely helpless, he had you wrapped around his finger and you had no hope of ever breaking free. 

“Y/N darling, there is a young soldier who says he’s here to see you?” Gasping, you quickly grabbed a parasol before rushing down the stairs, elegantly descending the last few, eyeing the door in blatant hope.

And there he stood, a large smile on his face as he saw you, his cloths neat but worn, clean but slightly, and only slightly, rumpled. Trying to fight down the urge to run up and kiss him, you approached him cautiously. Bending slightly, he took your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. Blushing and smiling, you lightly took your hand back before accepting the arm held out once again. “Would you join me for a walk around the gardens, sir?”

“I could never refuse you, Y/N.” You let out a giggle, and ignoring Martha’s knowing look over his shoulder as you left, the two of you began your rounds in the sunshine, the flowers and the warm weather of Virginia warming your heart as you clutched the hand of the man you had fallen so completely for. 

You soon found yourself leaning against him slightly under the shade of a blooming cherry tree, the sun shining brightly in the sky as the two of you laughed. Taking a breath, he returned the both of you to that moment in the camp when you had first felt that spark, his large and slightly calloused hands clutching your two soft ones. “Y/N, you are the most amazing woman I have ever meet. I would be incredibly honored if you would allow me to court you. I may not be everything you had hoped for, but there is so much I have yet to do. I will do everything I can to provide for you in the future, if the blessing of being your husband ever occurs to me.” You sat there, utterly speechless. As he stared hopefully and expectantly into your eyes, you finally found your voice as you smiled at him.

“As if I could ever refuse you, Alexander.” And with that, he crashed his lips to yours, and you had never felt so happy in your life.

Weddings & Plastic Dinosaurs

(CACW) Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Can I have an imagine where the Reader and Peter are getting married and Steve and Tony are co-best men and Gwen Stacy is the maid of honour? And can it be really cute and sweet and stuff?

Warnings: Fluff, mild swearing, plastic dinosaurs

Tags: @stantasticstan, @agentcarter24601, @theflashrunner

Note: I’m alive.

You had known Peter since kindergarten. You remembered the first day you had met him, so, so many years ago. Your tiny toddler self had chucked a small, brown, plastic dinosaur at toddler Peter’s head, causing him to cry and throw a fit. The teacher had been forced to separate the two of you from each other, for fear that you might pummel each other to death with your tiny baby hands. Not exactly the best start off to a friendship. But you and Peter had always been best friends nonetheless, no matter how many plastic dinosaurs were thrown at each other. He had even kept the original little plastic dinosaur as a keepsake of the first day you guys had ever met.

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Craig is the moon. He may sometimes have a dark and mysterious side like the waxing and waning moon, but he still shines brightly amongst those around him. His personality pulls people in as the moon does with the tides of the ocean.

Tweek is the sun. He spreads warmth and brightness to all that surround him. He brings joy when he opens up and shows you his sunshine but if you’re not careful with him, he may burn you.

The moon and the sun may seem to be different, but you can imagine one without the other.

“Summer Loving”

REQUEST (by anon): Can I make a request for a story? Maybe the reader and Peter are like, best friends and they go to the pool, he takes off his shirt and the reader is like Holy moly when did you get so fit?? 

NOTE: I hope it’s alright that I changed it to a beach! Isn’t it so annoying how this takes place on the first day of summer vacation and it’s being posted on September the first? Ugh- anyway, this is very cheesy and probably more romantic than you wanted, which I apologize for!

Originally posted by damianwayme

     Waking up to golden sunlight pouring through your window, you stretched out your arms and sighed. It’s finally summer you thought with a smile. Suddenly, your phone buzzed from your bedside table. 

P: Hey, Y/N, you awake?

Y: Just woke up. What’s up?

P: A bunch of us from the Mathletes club are going to Jericho Beach later, you in?

Y: Hell yeah! You wanna have lunch first?

P: I’ll be there in ten, see you soon!

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  • Aries: Soon, very soon. But not yet. Don’t get too excited.
  • Taurus: It’s dark where you are. Not that anyone can see you in daylight. Or even speak of you. You simply consume.
  • Gemini: Kill your double. Then kill them again.
  • Cancer: You are too fascinating for your own good. Everyone watches you, waiting for your next thrilling move. They have given up books and television. You are all they think about. For all our sakes, tone it down a bit.
  • Leo: Stay away from political arguments and vegan practices. Keep your opinions private. Defy social norms of discourse. Invent your own language and never speak it. Become a hermit and live in the Andes.
  • Virgo: Yes, they are beautiful. And no, you don’t deserve them.
  • Libra: Yes, they are beautiful. And no, you may not eat them.
  • Scorpio: You are waiting. You are waiting, and you are ready. Useful, sharp, honed to perfection, surrounded by metal and the hints of brutality implicit in the implements of eating. You are in a kitchen drawer. You are in every kitchen drawer. You are there, and you are WAITING.
  • Sagittarius: Avoid highwaymen and reptiles. Seek cutlery and antiques. Surround yourself with their positive vibrations. The mothership will be here soon.
  • Capricorn: Now is your time to shine! Shine forth! Shine brightly! Brighter than the stars, brighter than the sun, too bright for our fragile selves and earth to handle! Annihilate all that is physical with your terrible unstoppable light!
  • Aquarius: You come from the ocean, and you are beautiful. Your many tentacles gleam wickedly, and your proboscis knows no comparison. Truly, child of Poseidon, you are perfection.
  • Pisces: People will be especially loud today. Machinery too. And ghosts. And walls. Escape the clamor by burying yourself in ice chips and thinking about mammoths. The present exists only in spatial terms; leave it behind and this will all be only a distant memory or a faint, pessimistic prediction.

{Requested by anon :3}

You were quietly sitting in your room. Always you picked to sit right in the middle of your bed, it was always the perfect spot where you could clearly look out your window. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was a very soft blue. The sun may have been bright outside, but inside of you, was nothing but pure darkness and depression. Not a single speck of light inside of you. There was no room for it. You sighed as you saw girls your age walking happily together, laughing and sharing secrets. You wished you could do that, but there was no way you can, not with the way sadness you were feeling. You havent been able to understand why you felt so much pain in your heart. You didnt even feel like you had a whole heart like everyone else, you felt like you had pieces of it.

The only thing that managed to put at least a slight smile on your face was the music of your fav band Black Veil Brides. Your favorite song was “Lost It All.” It was a song that you kept playing over and over until you were a bit tired from listening to it.
You pressed play on your phone and the beautifully written lyrics filled up your ears. “Who can save me now?…” those words echoed inside of your head day and night. You felt like nobody could save you, nobody could make you happy, not even yourself. You felt like you had absolutely no hope.
Even when you tried to talk to your mother and father about what you are feeling, trying to pour your heart out to them, it never worked. They never really listend to you, to them it was just a phase you were going through. A phase that has been going on for years.
Suddenly the amazing song was interrupted by a phone call from your best friend Jasmine. You sighed of frustration, you honestly did not feel like talking to anybody at the moment.
“Hello?” You dully greeted.
“Hey (Y/N).”
“Hi Jasmine, whats up?”
“Nothing, just wanted to tell you the greatest news ever!!” She yelled excited.
You rolled your eyes, “What is it?”
“I got us tickets to go see Black Veil Brides!! Front row baby!!” She shouted. Your eyes widend, you even felt yourself running out of breath. There was complete silence for a moment, the only sound that was heard was the pouding of your heart in your chest.
“Are you…fucking…kidding me?..” you finally asked breaking the silence.
“Oh thank God I thought you died for a moment there!”
“I think I did…how the hell did you get tickets?!”
Jasmine giggled, “Does it matter how I got them (Y/N)? The important thing is you and I get to go!! Come on be happy for once in your life!”
You laughed a little. “I am, trust me.” You assured her. “Awesome, see you tomorrow.” Were her last words before hanging up.

The next night, for the first time in a while, you felt joy in your heart, a sense of happiness filled you up inside.
“Finally…” you whispered as you looked at yourself in the mirror making sure everything was on point.
You had never been to a BVB concert before in your life, and now the day you dreamed of was finally here.
An hour later you and Jasmine had arrived at the concert. Just like she had promised, the two of you were in the front row.
Fans all around you screaming for them shouting, “BVB!! BVB!! BVB!!” this whole moment felt like a dream to you. A beautiful dream. You felt your heart skip beats when everyone started screaming their heads up. You turn your head back to the stage and out came your five favorite men. You didnt even scream because you were left speechless.

“Oh my gosh…” you whispered breathless. They began the show with the song “Fallen Angels.” Which was also one of your favorites. After that was, Perfect Weapon, Ressurect The Sun, New Year’s day, In The End, Set The World on Fire and many more. You were having the time of your life. And your best friend was very happy to finally see a smile on your face.
Then came that moment, that beautiful moment when they began to sing your favorite song of all.
“I ruled the world, with these hands I shook the heavens to the ground…” Andy’s beautiful voice sang. You felt the tears running down your soft face when you heard the words…
“Then I lost it all, dead and broken my, back’s against the wall, cut me open Im, just trying to breathe, just trying to figure it out, because I built these walls to watch them crumble down I said, then I lost it all…and who can save me now?…”
It was official, you were blubbering like a baby. Crying worse than a five year old. As they were singing the second verse Andy happend to notice you and your waterfall of tears. He bent down and sang closer to you, he extended his hand and without hesitation you grabbed it.

The entire time he was singing he caressed it and he even pulled you closer. This was all very unreal to you.
Even more unreal when he pulled you up stage. As the guys were playing their instruments Andy took a break from singing and pulled you close, “Whats wrong sweetheart? Why are you crying?” He asked in your ear over the loud music wiping away your tears with this thumbs. You went closer to his hear and explained everything you have been feeling lately.
It really touched his heart and broke it at the same time. He gave you a very tight hug and rubbed your back as he spoke to you, “You are important honey, you are very important thats why you are alive up to this day, you are beautiful and perfect, there is aboslutely nothing wrong with you okay?” He tells you. You nodded and hugged him for a really long time.
Andy held the microphone close to his mouth once more.
“Alright everybody listen up, I just wanted to tell every single person that is here tonight, that we love you and dont ever think for one second that you are not important, that you are nothing! Because let me tell you something! You are perfect! And no matter how many people tell you otherwise! Absolutely nobody and I mean NOBODY can change that fact!!” Everyone cheered and clapped at his amazing words.

He turned to the guys and motioned them over away from their instruments. “Now I want everyone here to do me a favor! I want everybody to grab each other’s hands and tell the person next to you that they are perfect in every way! We are going to sing the bridge to this song all together!! Lets do it!”
Everyone did as they were told. You were hugged by the rest of the guys and they each told you how perfect you are. You held Ashley’s and Jake’s hands and everyone in the audience swayed side to side and Andy sang,
“I believe! That we all fall down sometimes!!”
You were now crying tears of joy and had a huge smile across your lovely face. This was surely a night you would never forget, and now you could honestly say…
That you are happy, and this beautiful band saved you in every way possible.

(Too adorable, love this request :3)

anonymous asked:

Can you explain the Susan Miller thing? I'm lost.

Louis’ June horoscope reads like a shady anon:

Alternatively, it may be that you have been working on confidential matters, such as a product launch, or a corporate merger or takeover, or another business or government project that required great secrecy. In that case, the June 20 full moon would bring those matters to a finish. Allow a plus or minus four days from that date. A new secret matter may come up in early August, or another phase of the endeavor you have worked on, but by September 27 of this year, you truly will be, as they say, done and done.

As you see, the month starts off with a heavy cloud cover, but by month’s end, you will soon see the Sun shining brightly through those clouds, and by month’s end, all those clouds will be gone. Keep the faith - you will prevail at the end.

There’s more. You should go read it.