memories will last forever

BTS reaction when you sleep with them in one bed for first time

anon: Hey!!!! Love your blog ❤❤ Can I request BTS relations to your first time ‘sleeping’ with them?? ;)  Sorry if it is a bit weird 😅

It’s really cute request not weird ^^ I hope that you liked it!     


Originally posted by jjilljj

handsome guy in pink hair

He would be a gentelmen. Giving you half of the blanket, making sure that you are all cover with it. Jin would softly say “Good night” and hug you tightly. It was the first night that he sleep that well. Next day he will do a breakfast and will eat it with you in bed

“Sleep well jagi~ Dream about mee~”


Originally posted by yoongisoo

He don’t care that you’re in one bed with him. Yoongi just want to rest and he made a blanket burrito from him. (Of course he gave you one blanket too.) You were more stressed than him. He’ll passed out after few minutes being really close to you and put your hand on you waist. Maybe he’ll tease you a little bit following day because he “felt your stress”

“Go sleep, Y/N. Enjoy being in one bed with me. But in normal way you pervert”


Originally posted by chimneytaels

Hobi before going to bed would make sure that you will have your own space. He wanted you to get enough sleep and place for this sleeping which is important. But he’s fluffy ball and he want to you spend a night in his arms. When he woke up  first thing that he want to  see is your face.

“I want to waking up with you every day and spend rest of my life with you” -maybe its strange that he think like this beacause of you sleeping but I think that somehow it  match.


Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

Our leader have to deal with big war of hormones. He would pretend that it’s really nothing but inside he would be fighting with his “instinct”. Namjoon wouldn’t do anything with you without your permission and he just went sleep, kissng your forehead for goodnight and hugging you.

“Maybe next time this will end in another way babe, but today just rest” -I’m sorry! I know I’m little, bad pervert


Originally posted by valieen

Your peaceful face will make his heart soft. He thought that you can’t be more pretty but now he knew that you can and there is nothing impossible for you. He wanted to know what you are dreaming about and he hope that he is part of your dream.

“My sleeping beauty. I’ll wake you up with a kiss tomorrow like in this fairy tail~ Goodnight”


Originally posted by jeonbase

V would make a pillow  barier. Just for fun, because why not? But after few minutes he’ll kick off all of pillows and come closer to you. Talking all night with you about everything. I feel like this night you two won’t sleep and just enjoing association of second person

“Do you think that maybe we could sleep together  tomorrow too? Hmm.. I think that the best option will be living together”


Originally posted by jungkook-hearts

Warm body of loved person in his arms. What more someone in love would want? Jungkook spend a lot of time just looking at you while you were sleeping and softly stroking your hair. He thinks how beatiful you look while asleep and how it’ll be to waking up with his Y/N everyday. Jungkookie would remembering all things which he did with you and all memories that he had with you.

“I want this moment to last forever. I think that time spended with you is my most beatiful moment in life”

When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time it’s a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last
—  Hedonist Poet
A Smile

It costs nothing, but means so much.

Originally posted by jacksepticeyegifs

It enriches those who receive it, without impoverishing those that give it.

Originally posted by fansofmarkimoo

It happens in a flash, but sometimes the memory lasts forever.

Originally posted by pewdiecringe

None are so rich that they can get on without it, and none are so poor, but are right for its benefits.

Originally posted by martziplier98

It is rest for the weary, daylight to the discouraged.

Originally posted by crankityler

Sunshine to the sad, and nature’s best antidote in times of trouble.

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

Yet it cannot be bought, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that no earthly use to anyone unless given away.

Originally posted by wiishugifs

And if in the rush of business a man is too tired to give you one, then leave one of yours.

Originally posted by theanomex

For no one needs a smile so much as those who have none to give.

Originally posted by martziplier98


“It wasn’t that long, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.”

― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

Forever is such a beautiful thing but sadly, it is just a lie. Nothing is meant to last forever and that’s why I try and cherish every single moment with you. I know that one day we won’t be together anymore and the thought of that hurts, but it is inevitable. I think I love memories because they truly do last forever. They can get tainted and forgotten, but no matter what, it’s always hidden somewhere deep inside your heart. They can live on in books or even in other people. So what do you say, let’s make memories that will last forevermore.
—  And let’s just pretend forever does exist. Maybe not here, but somewhere. Maybe in that somewhere, we would last forever. I’d like to believe in that… // littlemissimaginary
Do what you love with the people you love and have as much fun as you can.
That’s all life is about,
creating memories that will last forever.

It was good to see you again, dearheart.  Take up Caladbolg, and protect this world.

Ive has been waiting for canonical closure for a very long time now.  Did he want to stay in that memory forever? Yes.  But it’s something, and one last time is better than never at all.

the nostalgic yet lighthearted manner in which Taylor voices the line “I do remember the swing of your step, the life of the party, you’re showing off again” so beautifully reminisces on the more candid, magical moments in time, whilst still holding such poignance; much like capturing a blurry photograph of someone on film as they’re laughing too hard and smiling too much to notice, then being able to physically hold onto that memory forever.

The worst thing about heartbreak is that it doesn’t happen just once, and then you no longer feel a thing.
No, heartbreak happens little by little. There’s the first phase, the one when you think your heart is being torn apart and burned down and shattered, when he sits opposite you with pity in his eyes cause he “needs to tell you something” and says he never meant everything he said and promised.
Then there’s the second phase, when you think your heart is actually dead and buried because no matter what happens you can no longer feel a damn thing even when he kisses her in front of you before taking her home, and you’re shaking from all the coffee you’ve been drinking but that’s all you can swallow anymore and nothing could be as bitter as that taste of frustration he left on your tongue, and all of those cigarettes end up making you cough but at least the smoke warms up your frozen chest and it makes you feel less empty.
Both phases end at some point, but there’s a third one; the one that lasts without being permanent. The one that strikes every once in a while. It shows up when you’re reminded of him and it’s made out of memories. It’s made out of blueberry muffins you haven’t been able to eat in 11 months because the last time you ate one you shared it with him and had a sip of his cappuccino. It’s made out of songs you can no longer listen to without feeling your stomach do back flips. It’s made out of lazy mornings cuddling under the sheets, and hot tea in winter, and almond bars, and kisses in the snow, and endless giggles on the tube because he’s just too funny, and beautiful promises that make you wanna dance, and white wine drunk on his bedroom floor, and coconut shower gel.
It’s made out of everything you wished would last forever, and whenever a memory comes back to the surface of your mind, your heart breaks a little bit more each time.
—  The phases of heartbreak

trident-fighter  asked:

Could you possibly consider a gramander fic where they were in a relationship during the war or just after but Newt broke up with Graves? Cue Newt coming to NY and seeing Graves for the first time (he's been trying to deny that he still loves him) and he thinks Graves is just being petty by pretending not to know him which makes Newt angry but then it turns out to be Grindelwald. And maybe a reunion after they find the real Graves?


In war, they had been lovers. Desperate shadows of men keeping each other warm in tiny bunks, kissing with teeth and tears and needy gasps to drown out the sound of dying men. 

After, they are who they are expected to go home and resume living the lives of men that had died the moment they set foot on a battlefield. They try. They try to Percival Graves and Newt Scamander again. They try to figure what that means. Who they are. Who they were. Coming home was harder than leaving, it turns out. 

You can go to war, but you can’t come back from it.

In searching for themselves, they lost each other. They write less. They forget - lost in the routine of lives that no longer fit them. But they bury themselves in work until those lives fit them like off brand clothes - not quite perfect, but close. So close even they believe it.

And then one day, Percival stops writing completely. 

It hurts more than he thought it would.

Newt buries himself in work. He figures it was inevitable. Wars end, love ebbs and even this cannot last forever. But he keeps the memory of young, trembling hands and eager brown eyes and reverent lips in his heart, because it is the last part of them that is real. That is them.

He goes to New York and wonders if he might see him.

He sees him and wonders when he died in Percival Graves’ heart - what he did to deserve such cold, dispassionate looks. As though he were but a body to dispose of rather than the man that had once held him in a tight bunk the first night after he had killed a boy barely old enough to be a soldier in the name of heartland and freedom.

Percival Graves sentences him to death, but it is not his words rather his eyes that kill him. 

Newt is already dead to him, it would seem. 

Newt feels dead…

But then Percival Graves tries to weaponize a child, and Newt wonders.

Percival Graves melts away, and Newt’s heart stops.

Percival Graves is nearly dead himself when they find him, and Newt is at his side in a heartbeat - his world awash in colors that he hadn’t realized had faded since the war, all vivid now with Graves in his arms once more. 

Graves is but a shadow beneath his hands. Newt can feel the outline of his ribs and the press of his knobby spine without pressing, and the solid weight of the soldier he had bedded is gone - feather light and fading in his arms. 

Newt cries, and its his tears that wake Graves.

He blinks, dazed - too exhausted to panic when he doesn’t immediately recognize that he’s been saved. But when he does, he relaxes in a way that terrifies the magizoologist.

“You noticed,” Graves breathes. “You came.”

Newt smiles - an overwhelmed and trembling thing.

You can go to war, but you can’t come back from it; that hasn’t changed. 

But they try, and it’s easier together.

Since Thursday I’ve listened to nothing but Kaiba’s theme (or Hacking Theme to be more precise), and every time I put the track on the wikiplayer down below I imagine my Malefic Monster hacking into something and stealing some info or uploading a virus. 

Hence the pic. Malefic Monster Kaiba can use his signature card to summon dragon wings to fly around with, so these are put to good use when travelling to and fro. No need for a BEWD jet XD. 

Kaiba - Kazuki Takahashi
Image and Malefic Monster design - Me (StellarChrondrite)

I’d Do It Again (Robb Stark)

PromptMay I request a one shot or I imagine when reader is a low born girl, or friends of a not so high and important house, and she and Robb are so in love that they marry each other in secret, and when Ned and Catelyn discover, the things got crazy! Choose whatever you want to do with, just please, write all the Starks alive in winterfell. Would be lovely to see a little bit of Jon and Robb brotherhood too! - Anonymous

Word Count: 4107 (omg I didn’t expect it to turn out so long! Sorry lmao!)

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“I had a long time to consider the value of memory, and the idea that just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization - easier on the soul than mourning what might have been - the life unlived. I honestly don’t know, but I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a writer. She made me a man.”

– 5 to 7 (2014)