missing my home town

Bloodlines - Part 1

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,500 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of.

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme@life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

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Little headcanon AU in which Jean Havoc, Ed and Al whenever left by themselves, they revert to country slang and talk so fast that no one understands half of what they’re saying. Roy once catches them talking, tries to listen the conversation but only manages to catch 1 word out of 20.

*shrugs* I thought it was cute, lol

PS: Shall be posting art later, about what i still don’t know ^^’


              Story of a model and fashionblogger Adnan Taletovich

                                How i met Mr. Karl Lagerfeld  2. Part

It was october 1991. in Monte Carlo. I was sleeping almost all day in that spooky beautiful house; Villa la Vigie, ex-residence of Mr. Karl Lagerfeld in Monte Carlo on the second floor in a guest room that gives a view on a green mediterranean garden and Mediterranean sea.  I was still dreaming about my show for Thierry Mugler that happened few nights before and that magic dinner party in Le Bains Douche Paris where I was invited by designer Thierry Mugler and where I met Karl’s right hand; Mr. Enric. All those events were super-hyperrealistic to me I really thought I’m dreaming all this. I woke up late afternoon, I took shower and went walking down a huge stairs. Attracted by the strange noise and murmurs  i arrived to the first floor where i noticed a photo-shoot in progress. It was Karl Lagerfeld and Halena Christensen and entire Karl’s and Chanel team. WOW!  As Karl noticed my presence, he clapped with his both hands; “Adnan, did you get a good rest? Are you ready to join us?” “Yes”, I said quietly feeling embarrassed to sleep almost all day.  “Please try this….” Karl gave me a white shirt and black papillon tie to wear. We took some photos that looked very dramatic, than he added French beret and we did some portraits. Soon later my first photo session was over and Karl told me; “Great job Adnan, it is enough for today! We will continue tomorrow morning!”

That night i couldn’t fall a sleep easily. I was missing my home town and my friends in Croatia. Even though all this was like a beautiful dream i still had some melancholic feelings……

Photo 1 above: Villa la Vigie, ex-residence of Mr. Karl Lagerfeld in Monte Carlo

Photo 2, 3, 4 above : Thierry Mugler show and dinner party in Le Bains Douche Paris oct 1991.

Photo 5, 6: My first photo-shoot with Karl

I had 4 chances to be at that concert, every chance fell threw for what still seemed like surreal circumstance. I feel blessed, and guilty. My heart is heavy for all the victums, ariana herself, her team, everyone. 

I still pray the couple from my home town come home safe, and everyone else missing.

Moving back home from an out of town college blows.

I went from an apartment where I had a HUGE space to pace and jump around, to my home, where my sister has moved into my room for the summer and I’m left in the spare room with NO space to move because EVERYONE ELSE stores their shit in there. Barely enough room for my clothes, let alone to daydream -.-

Basically, I have to wait until everyone is asleep and daydream in the basement. Even then, there is no door and I feel like someone is going to walk in on me D:

How is everyone else doing?

Hyung line when you tell them that you dreamt about them

I’m so sorry that I have to split hyung line and maknae line like this at the moment, it’s just that I’m writing my bachelor thesis right now and I can’t write two whole reactions per week, there is just no time. That’s also why my queue is so late with everything. Like I queue everything two days in advance so there will be a lot of posts that you have already seen on other blogs, I’m very sorry :* I’m thinking that around Christmas, it will get much more relaxed for me again and I can write whole reactions again and be much more up-to-date with my queue :)

All gifs belong to their rightful creators=owners (see urls right under the gifs as always :*). All eonni sends all her love to all 866 of you <333

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You: “Oppa, I dreamt that you visited me at university tonight~ Everyone was staring at us because we were such a pretty couple^^”

Him: “I’ll see if I can visit you in your dream tonight again~ [blows you a kiss]”

You: “Aww, oppa, that’d be nice~”

Him: “[ruining it Jin style™] Only if I can make it though, a handsome guy like me…I might be too busy visiting someone else’s dream…”

Originally posted by missbaptan


You: “Oppa, I dreamt about you tonight, that’s how much I miss you while you are on tour~~ You were coming to my home town and eating with us and then we went for a walk around the neighbourhood, it was so nice~”

Him: “Really? It sounds amazing, baby~ Actually, the other day…”

You: “What? What did you do the other day?”

Him: “I dreamt about you the other day, too, but…ahhh…it’s a bit cheesy…I dreamt we were taking Holly for a walk, and you…ahh oppa’s heart was hurting so much…seeing you play with Holly, it was too adorable~”

Originally posted by vjin

Rap Monster

You: “Oppa, I dreamt about you last night! I dreamt I came to university one day and all of a sudden, you were the professor teaching my class! And you didn’t even recognize me anymore!”

Him: “Really? I was a professor? And I didn’t know you anymore? I would like to know what made you dream something like this, seriously^^”

You: “It scared me a bit. I felt so desperate that I wasn’t your girlfriend anymore, I didn’t know what to do”

Him: “Awww, baby~ [hugs you] I wouldn’t forget you, ever~”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


You: “[waking up from a nightmare about Hobi in the middle of the night, moving closer to him and cuddling up to him]”

Him: “[waking up from your movements] _______? [Takes you into his arms] Is something wrong? Why - Are you sweating?”

You: “Oppa, just now, I had a horrible nightmare about you. I dreamt that you had to be hospitalized and they didn’t let me see you because I’m not family”

Him: “Shhh, it’s alright~ I won’t ever get hospitalized like that, don’t worry. Oppa will take good care of his health for you. I won’t ever leave your side, don’t worry about anything~ [kisses you]”

Originally posted by pjims

Neymar Imagine || Cuddling

Being a girl sucks. Maybethat’s a little harsh, but it’s the truth. I love the cute outfits, the makeup, jewelry and all that as much as the next girl. I really do. But take that away and all you’re left with is periods, cramps, mood swings, bloating, food cravings - I could go on for days. It sounds a bit too dramatic, but since I’ve been curled up on my bed for the past hour, sobbing by myself, like the emotional mess I am, I believe I have the right to exaggerate.  

All it took was a morning phone call from my mother, whom I haven’t seen in a few months, telling me about how much she and my dad miss me, to send me on the brink of depression. I wasn’t particularly cheerful before that either, given all the previously mentioned symptoms, but this made me feel a million times worse. I was suddenly questioning every single life decision I ever made that led to me moving away from home and coming to Spain. It was completely irrational. I was thinking about how maybe if I hadn’t watched that documentary in middle school, about what happens if you don’t go to college, I would have stayed home and worked at the McDonald’s on the corner of my street.

The sound of the front door being unlocked and opened pulled me out of my senseless meditation. I wiped the tears that had been dripping down my cheeks and put on a brave face, because I didn’t want to let Neymar see me like this and make him worry.

“Meu amor?” He calls from downstairs. “I come bearing gifts.” The cutest grin is plastered across his face as he walks into our bedroom, with a brown paper bag in his arms.

“Oh?” I sit up, fluffing up a pillow to lean onto. He plops on the bed next to me and kisses me, a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in. I giggle against his lips when he straddles me, basically sitting on my lap. “Am I finally getting that lap dance?”

“No.” Neymar laughs. “But you are getting this.” He gives me a quick kiss. “And this.” Another one. “Okay, just one more.”

“If there’s no lap dancing involved, please move. I can’t feel my legs, you elephant!” I laugh, pressing the palms of my hands onto his chest until he rolls off of me and onto the mattress. “Now let me see what’s in the bag.”

He picks it up from the side of the bed and dumps its contents all over my lap. Chocolate bars, cookies, gummy bears and two little containers of ice cream fall out. The sight of them alone is enough to give me diabetes, but I’m not about to turn down sweets. Not now, not ever.

“I thought you went to training, not to rob a candy store.” I chuckle, tearing off the wrapper of a Hershey’s chocolate bar. “But thank you.”

“I love you, but you need to get your priorities in order.” He raises an eyebrow at me and takes my chocolate away just as I’m about to bite into it. I begin to protest, but he hands me one of the ice cream containers instead. “This is going to melt. Plus, everyone knows ice cream comes before chocolate. It’s common sense.”

“But we don’t have any spoons.” I pout, as a not so discrete request for him to go downstairs and bring some. Instead, Neymar starts gathering all the candy from the bed and throws it back into the bag. “What are you - ?” I begin, but I get cut off by him handing me the bag with one hand, while using the other to hoist me up in his arms.  “What is happening?” I ask, as I’m being carried bridal style across the room. “Neymar, what the hell? Put me down!” I’d probably sound a lot more convincing if I wasn’t giggling the whole way down the stairs and to the living room.

“It was too depressing in there.” He states, gently placing me on the sofa, as if I were a doll. “I’m going to get the spoons.” I’m left wondering what gave away my not so happy mood, as he disappears into the kitchen. Maybe I’m not that good at hiding my emotions. Or maybe spending an entire morning curled up in bed alone isn’t a thing happy people normally do.

“Why did you say that?” I question him once he’s back. He looks at me with a confused expression, sliding next to me on the sofa. “That I was depressed, I mean.”

“You’re depressed?” He pulls me closer, until I’m sitting in between his legs, with my back resting against his chest and hands me a spoon and the ice cream. I take the lid off and grab a spoonful of the chocolate chip cookie dough piece of heaven. “Why are you depressed, baby girl?” He presses in the sweetest tone.

“I’m not.” Neymar sticks his spoon into my ice cream and I’m tempted to protest, but I don’t really want him to have to get up and get his own. I like sitting like this, so I don’t say anything. “I’m fine. I just didn’t know what you meant by that earlier.”

“Oh, please.” He starts playing with my hair, twirling my curls around his fingers over and over. “I know you’re having the monthly blues. You’ve been mopping around for no reason for a couple of days now.”

“The monthly blues?” I laugh, turning my head around to face him. “You gave it a name?”

“You get moody and sad out of the blue every month, so I might as well come up with a name.” He sounds so serious talking about it that it’s kind of adorable. “But you were crying when I got home, so it must be something other than that. What happened?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head, taking another spoonful of ice cream.  “This is really good.”


“Nothing happened. It’s just – I don’t know. My mom called this morning to tell me she misses me and I was already feeling down, so I started crying. It’s no big deal. I’m just moody and weird.”

“Do you miss home?” He asks, tightening one of his arms around my waist as I lean my head into his shoulder, looking up at him.

“I am home.” I place one of my hands over his and trace little circles across it.

“You are.” He kisses the top of my head and I can feel him smiling. “But you know what I mean.”

“This is home.” I state once again. “I’ve never felt more at home anywhere than I do right here, right now. Of course I sometimes miss my old town and my childhood bedroom and my family, but home is wherever you are.”

“Home is wherever we are.” He places two fingers on my chins and gently tilts my head, meeting my lips with his in the sweetest kiss. I break the kiss to place the ice cream on the coffee table, next to all the other sweets, and lie back down, this time hiding my face in the crook of his neck. “Have I told you I love you lately?”

“Yes.” I smile, raising my head up to bring my face closer to his, until they’re almost touching. “But you can say it again.”

“I love you.” I don’t know whether it’s the actual words, the way he said them, or the fact that his beautiful eyes stared into mine like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, but I completely melt in his arms, as he kisses me and runs his hands over my back in the most comforting way.

“I love you.”


Farewell to Florida is a small self portrait series that I created during my last four months living in Jacksonville, FL. While it was originally created with the intention of showing the places that I would miss in Jacksonville (my college town) and Port St. John (my home town), the series ended up revealing much more about my transformation, both physically and mentally, as I migrated into a new chapter of my life that would ultimately end with me moving to Boston, Massachusetts. While the early images appear dark, there is a hint of hope that moves throughout the series as I spent time battling with my confidence, my identity, and my future. The series ends with a photograph from my first week in Boston.

all images were taken using my mamiya rb67 with fujifilm fp-100c film

I’m baaack. I actually got back yesterday but I didn’t feel like posting anything online. I miss the ocean so much :( I reeeeeally didn’t wanna come home at all. There’s literally nothing I missed about my town. I just wanna go move to the ocean and live on an island with two heterochromic cats. I’ve already chosen names for them but I don’t wanna say them til I get them someday. 
Anyways, I didn’t have nearly as much success with seashell hunting in Texas as I did in South Carolina but I did find some gorgeous small ones as you can see! I love seahell hunting so much I could do it all day everyday askfjdafj. I also found some sea feathers to add to my feather collection. There were lots of seagulls there, and a couple pigeons. I don’t care what anyone says, seagulls are frikin cute as hell I love feeding them so much!! If I moved to the ocean I’d be known as the crazy seagull lady lol. Also I got a lovely glittery seashell box! You can’t really tell in the pic but the whole top is covered in glitter aksdjkasj. 

Luke Hemmings Imagine

Description: Luke break’s up with you for pretty valid reasons, but you both aren’t in good places to say the least.

Rating: E'rybody

Request: Lmao nah I only have one follower

Word Count: 2252

First ever posted imagine! If you like this one feel free to request! Just give me the boy and the scenario and special recommendations and I got you doll. 


“Please, just tell me you love me one last time.” I begged through the phone, I knew it would make it hurt even more than it does, but I just really needed to hear it.


“(Y/N), the love I feel for you is deeper than the ocean floors, the words I could describe your beauty with would go on for miles. From the crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you laugh, to your hiccup after you ate too fast and too much. I love every bit of you to pieces, this is why I am doing it. I can’t stand to see you swamped with all this hate, while just sitting home alone while I’m halfway across the planet,” I heard him take in a shaky breath, “This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but you deserve more than I could give you. I could give you the fucking world and it wouldn’t be enough.” He finished, with a sniffle. His weeping dug the knife deeper into my heart. His intentions are pure, he’s a pure boy. He was my angel, my dork, my fucking idiot. All of him belonged to me and god knows I belonged to him. I don’t think the tear stains on my cheeks will ever go away after tonight.


The silence became too much, and I couldn’t cry silently anymore, I let out a helpless whimper. He sighed, for he could do nothing more than listen. I threw down the phone and screamed until my voice cracked. The call was still going but I did not care, my heart was being torn in two. I ran my hands through my hair and took heavy breaths, choking on my own sadness.


“Please, please, please, please.” I whispered repeatedly, hopelessly craving something Luke could not give me. The comfort of two hands wrapped around me, stroking my back, telling me everything was going to be ok. Telling me he was here, and he was going to stay. He isn’t and I know he can’t promise anything. Maybe if we lived different lives, our paths crossing could have ended better than what this came to.


I bit on the back of my hand until I tasted blood, and I stopped my meltdown for a second to listen through my receiver, he was crying loudly. How did it end like this?




Two Months Later


I haven’t stopped writing him. Every single day I send a letter, never knowing if it’s even getting to him. I write down how much I miss him, how the snow is falling in my home town, hos everything is decorated in fairy lights. I describe everything because for some reason, even the smidge of possibility that he is getting it makes everything feel a little less empty.


I tell him how much I miss him. How much it hurts. How lonely I have been not texting him, video chatting him, or having twitter fights for our own amusement.


I tell him how angry I am with him. How desperate I am to punch something until I break my knuckles. I ask him did he not think I was strong enough on my own? Was I not worthy enough to fill the space of Luke Hemmings girlfriend? Was him breaking up with me just a reaction to his own guilt?


I have not gotten a letter back. This does not phase me, I will keep writing him. It distracts me from wanting to harm myself, harm others, and it helps me deal with the pain. I have went out drinking almost every night, hoping the alcohol running amok in my veins will be enough to seize the rainfall that has set upon my heart. It works up until the drink that turns the happiness into crippling sadness. After that specific round, I call myself a cab and drag myself back into the bed that was made for two, that only holds one.


He is still paying the cable, the phone, the internet, the rent. I don’t know why, he has not made contact with me, but he is making sure I still have luxuries. Maybe it’s because he does not want me to forget him, or forget that he cares about my well being. It’s just twisting the blade inside me, but I don’t want him to stop. If he has to think of anything to do with me I will be satisfied.


Today, when I went to the mailbox to send my daily letter, I apparently got some mail myself. Usually it’s just magazines and coupons from the local supermarket, but I actually got a letter. Addressed to (Y/N) (Y/L/N), from, well just a New York address. No name, no information. I know that 5 Seconds of Summer had just performed there, and I felt something for the first time in a while. It tingled my finger tips and sent shivers all over me, if this isn’t from Luke or one of the boys, I’ll surely never be getting over this break up.


I took swift steps out of the cold air and back into the apartment, tearing the envelope open. three items fell to the floor.


A first class plane ticket to New York, leaving in 8 hours.


A 5SOS VIP Pass for their concert in 3 days.


A letter.


I put the pass and the ticket on my counter and dove for the letter, although I knew it wasn’t Luke’s hand writing I read with equal anticipation anyways.


Dear (Y/N),

Get your ass to New York pronto and fix Luke. He is nothing but a sad sloth looking for anytype of comfort, he even tried to cuddle with Mike.


He got some of your letters, but knowing you there is probably endless more spread across this fucking country. He sleeps with them, reads them over and over out loud, and asks us to read them to him.






Ashton, Calum and Mike


P.S: We all miss you too.


My hands trembled reading the letter, hoping to whatever higher power there is that this isn’t just some sick dream. I quickly ran myself to my room, grabbing my biggest suitcase and throwing my cutest outfits I own. I put in all my necessities and made sure I had everything I needed before I jumped in to take a long overdue shower. I was jumping for joy, and singing for the first time in what seems like forever.


I dried myself off and blew dried my hair. I looked in the mirror, boy did I look a lot different from the girl I was for the past couple weeks. Something looked less grey, more vibrant. An immortal weight was lifted off my shoulders because I was going to see my everything again. I was going to touch him.


He got my letters. He still cares. He still loves me.


This is undescribable.



Arriving at the airport


I steadily walked to the exit, not exactly what the plan was now. I grabbed my luggage, which was luckily the first one off the belt, then I heard my name being called. I turned myself around only to lay my eyes on three tall boys whom I have not seen into too long of a time. I dropped my bag instantly and ran over to them. I spread my arms not exactly aiming for one specifically, but crashing into them. They formed a wall around me, swallowing me whole in a big pile of love. I never did forget that I didn’t just lose Luke, I lost three amazing people along with him.


“We all missed you so much!” Michael exclaimed, breaking up the group hud. Ashton nodded in agreement, while Calum scurried to grab my suitcase.


“I missed you guys like you wouldn’t believe. How are you here without millions of girls trying to kill each other to take a selfie with you?” I asked, looking around for just that.


“We upped our security just for this” Calum said simply, already walking away with my luggage. We quickly followed, him leading us to a back exit where we were greeted with a limo.

“Okay, so whats the plan?” I asked, settling myself in between Ashton and Calum, looking around at all three of them. Ashton spoke.


“We really need him out of this fucking funk ASAP, it’s affecting everything this band is doing. There are a lot of artists that are going to be at our next gig, the one you have the pass to. When we get to the hotel, we’re giving you his room key and you are going to barge in there and have crazy sex, a heartfelt talk, or just hold him, whatever you need to do.” He explained, looking me in the eyes. I blushed at his bluntness, but nodded my head. My stomach was flipping and my head was coming up with scenarios and my fingers longed to touch him once more. There was so much leading to this moment, and I’m going to burst if I have to wait any longer.


The limo stopped and we were hurried out and into a back way through the hotel. We looped through the kitchen to a cramped elevator and finally to the 18th floor, where my heaven awaited. I basically sprinted down the hallway, and the other boys tried to keep up with my pace. Michael stopped me, pointing to the door on my left. Ashton put my bags down and Calum handed me the room key. We all gave each other the look that said “Finally”. I hugged each of them for a fair amount of time before I shooed them away to their individual rooms. I slid the key in the lock and heard the click. I inched the door open, the only sound I heard was the sound of the TV. I dragged my bags in as quietly as I could and shut the door.


The room was nice from what I saw, but I wasn’t paying attention to the decor, I was looking for my tall lanky boy who I love with every fiber of my being. I turned a corner and ended up in a doorway, where I saw him. The sight made my heart beat hard, like it had been shut down until this moment. His back was facing towards me, and it looked as if he were rummaging through a dresser. I almost didn’t want to speak up, but if I didn’t kiss him in the next few minutes I might pass out.


“Luke?” I spoke softly, almost inaudibly, but I knew he would pick up on it. He turned around immediately, meeting my longing stare. We just stood like that for about 30 seconds, just looking at each other. I couldn’t find any words to say and apparently neither could he. After the time was up, he sank to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes, and thats when I noticed I was crying also.


“(Y/N).” He said my name so harshly, but so loving at the same time. He inched towards me still on his knees. My eyes did not leave his, the perfect ocean blues that I have missed so much. I didn’t want to blink, because I didn’t want to spend another moment unaware if he is there or not. He got close enough to wrap his strong arms around my legs, his head on my stomach, pulling me in as close as he could. He was crying louder now, I stroked his head and pressed him against me. Nothing has ever been as pure as this moment, nothing has ever made me so happy or made me feel so nostalgic. I wanted to make the world stop.


“Y-you came back for m-me,” he stuttered, holding me even tighter, if it was possible, “I can’t believe you’re r-really here. I’m s-so sorry I broke up-p with you. I thought, I thought it was f-for the best.” He explained. I couldn’t listen anymore, because I already knew the story. I sank to my knees, my face aligned with his. I brought my hands to his forehead and started there, just tracing his features. His sharp nose, this chiseled jaw, his lips, his scruff.


“It’s really you.” I whispered, more to myself than him. His face broke into a smile, eyes still puffy and red, cheeks still wet, he looked like the happiest man alive. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face forward roughly, my lips melting into their rightful place on his. He kissed me back with just as much force. It’s like we were trying to prove something, like we were trying to prove we were both really here, in the same room, we both still loved each other as much as we did, maybe even more. We kissed the sadness away, lips and tongue moving in perfect harmony, we kissed away the loneliness, we kissed away the time we lost, we kissed away the anger, we kissed away everything else except for the both of us.


He broke away for a moment, chest heaving.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Everything shifted. It’s like I saw colors again. My heart felt lighter, the room felt more at peace then any room I have ever been in, there was no more darkness.

“I love you with everything I am.”


Hey guys, these two kids are from my home town and they have gone missing on a fishing trip to the Bahamas! Their boat was found capsized in Jacksonville Florida, the complete opposite way of the Bahamas. They were alone, they’re only 14 and they’re scared. Please help pray and to my South Carolina and North Carolina followers they could be all the way by you now. Please keep an eye out and pray!