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 ^^’

Guys, California is on fire. I have lots of people, including my best friend who lost their homes. My friend is a trans woman and could really use some gift cards or women’s clothing or whatever. Her house was one of the first to burn and she didn’t have time to grab much. If you can help in any way, please message me and I can give you her PayPal or email or my address to send stuff to. Please help if you can!


              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

anonymous asked:

Do you study at university in your home town? If not, do you find it hard to be away from your home. I do miss my small home town so that's why I'm asking.

I live now about 2 hours away from my home town. It’s not that far - I’ll still be going back home on weekends and holidays. Some people who study with me come from totally different parts of Poland and I’m trying to imagine how hard it is for them!
I don’t miss my little town, I wanted to get away from it for a long time. But I miss my home, cozy room, all my books and art supplies, the silence, dinner prepared by mom & my cat Constance.
I belive that we have to accept the change in our lives and try our best to make the new place our home. I already feel a lot more cozy in my room after a week! Also my city is beautiful and I have my beloved ones close to me. I hope you too will feel better about it soon! 💕

Okay so it looks like my phone/KHUX fried the SD card because it’s dead. It’s so dead. No device seems able to read it.

I tried data recovery, but it showed an estimated time of 850 hours (after 12 hours already or so).

So… Now I hopped into the bus and I’m hoping I’ll find a micro SD card somewhere without needing to travel to the big cities. I miss my home town.

@thesilentwatcher I think. I did connect my account to the game and I was logged in before the card died, so I hope migrating my data will work… If I find an SD card that is.

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.”

I've seen immortality... and I'd rather die

It all started when I was in middle school, Shelbyville ISD stationed in Sabine County. Also known as the middle of no where, a town in the middle of east Texas, blink and you’ll miss it. My home town, a very beautiful place with tons of lakes, forests and a mountain that can show you three states at the top.

Yet hidden within the beauty was evil, an ancient evil that feeds on fear and children, it feasts on the death of innocence and the vanishing of light. No light and no hope, an endless expanse of black and death. And this is how I stopped it, what follows will be a collection of stories from my middle school years, I may call my friends back to tell what they experienced in the school but for now I should focus on getting the story out and warning the world of what is to come.

The first story won’t be an experience of mine, it is the first documented death related to the Angel. These testimonies are from the police records in Sabine County, went to hell and back to get them but it was worth it. The first tape is that of police chief Rodger Hoom and a witness of Henry Loftus’s death. A Blake ‘Wimpy’ Alkins.

Hoom: State your name for the record.

Wimpy: Um… I’m Blake. Blake uh… um Alkins.

Hoom: Good, now Blake I’m going to ask you a couple questions about the accident involving Henry Loftus.

Wimpy: Please… please don’t… I don’t want to see it again.

Hoom: We need your side of the story Blake.

Wimpy: You want my side? I watched my friend get hit by a truck, that was it.

Hoom: Are you sure about that?

Wimpy: …

Hoom: Blake?

Wimpy: Yes, I’m sure.

Hoom: You paused for a moment. Are you telling me everything?

Wimpy: Yes! Yes… No I… I’m… (scream) I don’t know anymore! Listen Hoom, I’m not sure if what I saw was real or not. I pray to God it was all in my head but I’m not sure. His face Hoom… His face!

Hoom: Blake, I can’t help you unless you tell me what you saw. Walk me through what happened the night at the school.

Wimpy: (Sigh)… Yeah okay. Loftus was going back to teaching school in a week, our summer was winding to a close and we all knew it. We were counting the days down until those little bastards came back to the school to learn. As customary at the end of summer me and Felix always help Loftus set up his room, move desks, hang up posters. You know the usual class room set up.

Hoom: But this was different from the other times you did it?

Wimpy: Yeah, Felix um… well he brought a couple beers up to the school and told us to sit and have a drink with him. I was a little hesitant at first because of it being a school zone and all but in the end Felix talked me into it.

Hoom: So you got drunk.

Wimpy: No… Well I didn’t. Felix was blackout drunk and Loftus wasn’t that far behind him, we sat and drank in front of the high school and before you knew it the sun was going down. That’s when… damn it.

Hoom: Blake, tell me about the drugs.

Wimpy: You know me Hoom, you know I’m a pharmaceutical engineer. I had a little coke on me and we were bored so why not right?

Hoom: Blake.

Wimpy: Damn it…

Hoom: Blake, keep going. When did the accident happen.

Wimpy: (Heavy breathing) Me and Loftus… we um… Well we went to his truck for some reason, Felix was following close behind us. Loftis… he lost his keys and started looking around the parking lot… I started talking to Felix… The blood Hoom… There was so much blood!

Hoom: What do you remember about the accident?

Wimpy: I can’t say! He won’t let me!

Hoom: Who won’t let you!

(Clatter and screaming fill the air, Hoom calls for back up.)

Wimpy: You don’t say his name! You don’t say his name!

Hoom: Hold him down! Who is he Blake!

Wimpy: You won’t die! You won’t die! He said that! His voice was cold! They won’t die! They won’t die! They all won’t die! When they’re with him they won’t die!

Hoom: Wimpy what happened to Loftus?


Wimpy: He started… Talking… I looked and he had walked into the road… Laughing… There was someone with him.

Hoom: Who was with him? Felix?

Wimpy: He was sitting in a sofa in the road, I couldn’t hear what he was saying… Loftus kept laughing at him, he yelled out 'you are beautiful! Can I have my keys back, I might even take you for a ride?’

Hoom: It was a girl?

Wimpy: No, it was a man.

Hoom: He had the keys?

Wimpy: Yes. He lifted a hand and held a key ring. I couldn’t see his face because of how dark it was but his voice seemed familiar… Felix started screaming suddenly, I didn’t even realize he had walked closer to them. He started screaming and hit the ground rolling in the mud. Loftus turned around but the man made him look back at him. 'Don’t you want your keys Loftie?’

Hoom: What happened next?

Wimpy: Loftus smiled and turned back to him, he reached for the keys but never touched them, the man grabbed Loftus’s wrist and yanked him down to the sofa with him. I can still hear his voice.

Hoom: What did he say Blake?


Wimpy: 'You won’t die. Now that you’re with me and the others, you won’t die! You won’t die! You won’t die! You won’t die!’ He said that over and over as dim lights started to light up the highway, Loftus yelled in fear and tried to escape but he couldn’t leave. Right before the truck hit him I saw his face.

Hoom: Did you know him?

Wimpy: I use to.

Hoom: Who was it?

Wimpy: It was my father. The monster that killed my mom!

Hoom: What? Blake, he’s been dead for ten years, it wasn’t him.

Wimpy: Yes it was, he looked at me right before the truck and I saw him face, it was him! He smiled at me and spoke in that terrible voice. 'When I’m done, no one will die!’ Then the truck hit them and the blood splashed against my face. So much blood.

Hoom: That doesn’t make sense, there was no other body at the scene.

Wimpy: You found one body. One. The truck drive’s. A DNA test will prove that. It’s not Loftus and it’s not my father.

Hoom: How do you know that?

Wimpy: Because they won’t die.

That’s the end of the tape, it is chilling listening to the tape with what I know is swimming in my head. As he talks I can still hear the monster’s voice in my own ears, see the emptiness under his hood, feel the cold touch of his hand, like the touch of death itself. His voice feels like needles digging into my ears and I want it to stop, I want to forget what happened and what he did to us.

I shouldn’t say forget, there has been enough forgetting in this town to last a lifetime.

This thing that wants to make us immortal, it isn’t our friend, it has no intention on keeping us safe, all it wants is power and control. I’ve seen this ‘immortality’ and I would rather die then go through what those poor souls are suffering. You’ll see what I mean, this next tape will explain a lot. This is Hoom speaking to the second witness, Felix Hugh.

Hoom: Felix?


Hoom: Felix, talk to us.


Hoom: Felix we know you didn’t kill him, we aren’t interested in the drugs or anything, we just want to know who you saw talking to Loftus.


Hoom: Wimpy told us it was a man who looked like his father, he saw him too it’s-

Felix: No.

Hoom: I’m sorry.

Felix: No, he didn’t see it, if he did he wouldn’t be yelling like he was earlier. It wasn’t a he Hoom, it was a what.

Hoom: I don’t follow.

Felix: You know what we were doing at the school I’m guessing so I’m going to skip to the accident. We were at the truck looking for the keys when Loftus started talking to someone. I turned around and saw the silhouette of someone sitting in the middle of the road on a sofa.

Hoom: Yes Wimpy saw that too.

Felix: He didn’t see it all, Loftus whistled at the figure and started towards it, I’m not sure what he saw but whatever that thing was, it wasn’t a woman.

Hoom: It was a man who-

Felix: Let me finish. I couldn’t see it completely because it was dark but I knew something was wrong, its skin was… moving. I wasn’t sure what to think of it until I got close enough to see what it was. My God, Loftus was standing right next to it. He called it beautiful.

Hoom: What did it look like Felix?

Felix: … Spiders.

Hoom: It looked like a spider?

Felix: No, it was a man, but he was covered in spiders. Thousands of massive spiders with inch long fangs and pale, fleshy skin. Their legs looked like human fingers, their eyes pitched black, so big I could see my own reflection in them. They crawled over each other, crowded on the man’s body, there were so many that I couldn’t even see what the man looked like. Suddenly, quick and lightning, hundreds of the bastards left his body and crawled towards me. I remember trying to crush them but in the end there were too many, they all crawled on me, biting deep gashes in my skin. They crawled in the gashes and buried themselves in the skin, on crawled in my mouth, another in ear. They were eating me from the inside out. The pain Hoom, the pain.

Hoom: Then he got hit. The truck killed Loftus.

Felix: No, it hit him but he didn’t die.

Hoom: What do you mean?

Felix: Hoom, understand that what I’m about to say is crazy, I know that, I’m not sure if it was the drugs or not but I know what I saw. When the truck hit I was still fighting the spiders, but almost right after the blood hit my body they retreated. I looked up and saw Loftus’s body a few feet away, to my right Wimpy was throwing his guts up. I tried to stand but I fet a boot slam onto by back and was put face first into the dirt. His voice Hoom, it was insane! He said this to me, word for word 'Leaving so soon child, because I’m just getting started!’ He grabbed my hair and yanked it up to face the body 'You ready for this, because you’re about to witness a miracle! Watch child! Watch my perfection!’ Then out of nowhere, he got up.

Hoom: He got up, Loftus got up?

Felix: Yes, his body was twisted and mangled but he got up and as he did all the bones started popping back into place, the sound of it and the twisting of flesh and skin. It was disgusting. When he was done he looked almost human. The man laughed and whispered into my ear 'Enjoy the show child, I know I did. And don’t feel so bad, I’ll be seeing you again very soon because in the end I’ll make sure that none of you die.’ He kicked me in the jaw making me cry in pain, I watched him start walking away but stopped before meeting Loftus, he told me to be sure to get a message to the police.

Hoom: What did he say?

Felix: He said… 'When the police start asking questions, tell Hoom how cute his daughter is, I love watching her play on the swings. So adorable, so vulnerable. Tell him that I’m watching. Tell him Angel’s watching.’

Felix and Wimpy were charged for the crimes put against them and for threatening Hoom’s daughter. As you will soon discover though they didn’t do it. Hoom thought he ended it when he locked those two up and threw away the key but he didn’t. It wasn’t over, he was just getting started.

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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

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. 


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