my feels all over the place

yall i did say that i am going to talk about the clarke/monty confrontation that takes place in the middle of the ep at some point, but can we take a moment and appreciate their first scene together? the way monty observes clarke and registeres that something else is going on with her besides her worrying over the hunting party (especially bellamy) going radio silent (look how my monty signals to her that he knows something is up by tipping his arm against hers)

the way clarke goes “mmmphf”, because she is not the best at expressing herself, but she also really wants to get this feeling off her chest

so she takes a deep breath

and tells him how she feels

and like. she is so conflicted about her presence in one place and absence in another, feeling pretty hopeless about the situation overall and completey out of place (she just wants to save everyone yall), so you see her distress written all over her face. but monty feels confident that the others will get the job done - even when she voices her worry that they have to get it done before the radiation arrives - and comforts her; basically tells her that they need her here.

and long story short: look at her cute, small smile at the end of the scene.

super short lived moment between them, but i really love their friendship ok ok? this moment stood out to me. thank you very much.

Just Friends~Jungkook Part 2

Hey there this is the second part of Just Friends. I feel like I’m going a bit all over the place tho. Tell me what you think :D 

Angst/Fulff? maybe I’m not sure :’) 

-2k words

Music recommendation: Needed Me - Rihanna

~After your fight with Jungkook you meet someone able to make you forget.~

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

(gif is not mine credit to owner) 


That night when jungkook and I had that fight I told him I hated him. The moment the words left my mouth I regretted it but it was too late. I spent the whole night crying out of anger and sadness. I didn’t talk much at work in fact I ddn’t often go pretending that I wasn’t I just couldn’t face Jinyoung, he was my friend and I didn’t want to worry him too much. 

It was a Friday night and this nonsense had been going on for too long. I would have to get over it someday but the emptiness Jungkook had left was still there and wouldn’t leave. That night I decided to go out to forget.

I went to the biggest club in the city. When I got there I was lost in the middle of the crowd and the music was pulsing through the club making people dance to the beat creating a human sea of moving bodies. I started to dance to the music closing my eyes trying to forget about jungkook. I could feel all the warmth from people around me passing by my body and brushing it slightly as they danced. I was lost into the music swaying my hips to the beat when I felt a hand creep timidly up my waist. I opened my eyes and turned around. He seemed flustered by my reaction. I was face to face with a tall handsome man. He had black hair and eyes that sparkled with the lights of the club flashing across the room. He was good looking and all I wanted to do was distract myself from my thoughts.  I got closer to him and put his hand back on to my waist . I started rubbing myself against him following the music. He seemed surprised at first but reacted to my movements quickly adjusting himself to my body. At that moment the music changed to a low beat song, and our movments became slow giving the time for us to feel every inch of the other’s body. I was not that great at dancing and he lead most of it since he turned out to dance incredibly well. The way he swayed was hypnotizing. I followed his every move forgetting about everything else too concentrated on the flow of our embodiements. We both danced while rubbing ourselves along one another. I was in need of human warmth, wanting more with every touch. We accorded the way we would sway our hips and place our hands and feet to the moves of our partner. His hand slid down my waist and I felt his warmth on my thigh. His touch sent shivers through my spine, it felt good. Nothing else but our dance mattered at that moment. Our breaths mixed, our sticky bodys became one on this everlasting dance. I was in a trance, all this seemed like it was from another world. Everything was like a blur. This stranger was dancing with me, I didn’t know him in any way but something about him just made me feel like we had known each other forever. My gaze fell into his. I was drowning in his eyes, even when his look traveled down my body all I could focus on was his hungry eyes. Our moves led us to a change of positions, his hands were now on my hips, a tingling feeling started in my stomach. His heavy breath in my neck and hair tickling my cheeks made me want more of him. Everything around us slowly disappeared the I was being taken away by the dance, his warmth was all I could think about. Jungkook was far gone from any of my thoughts. I found myself rubbing my ass against his crotch. I had never done anything like that before but just then it felt natural, I was gliding and rubbing myself up and down of an appearing boner that I started to feel. That reaction pleased me and pushed me to continue further more. Then the music changed he stopped even though I was ready to continue completely drowned in the movements of our bodies. I felt restless, my body wanted more of him. When his warmth left me I felt empty, and cold I wished that the dance would’ve lasted forever. 

He gazed into my eyes and asked with a slight smile if I would care for a drink with him. I wasn’t sure because of the darkness but I think I saw him blush. I agreed without second thought to his proposition. 

He took my hand to lead me through the horde of people. We arrived to the bar where we ordered our drinks that he insisted on paying. 

“I’m Yugyeom.” he announced with a gorgeous smile. 

“I’m Rose.” I answered. 

“You danced pretty well just then.” he said with a teasing smile. 

I blushed at the thought of what just happened. I just grinded a total stranger and was now having a conversation with him. When I danced with him I never expected I would have an actual cnversation with him. I felt quite embarassed espicially since he was one of the most beautiful creatures I had seen… a part from Jungkook… No I had to forget, he wouldn’t ruin that moment. 

“Aha, yeah well not as well as you though. I’ve never seen someone dance like that before.” 

And it was true his dancing talents were far beyond anything that I had ever seen before. We continued our conversation like that and I was having the best time I had had in months. 

But then, I saw him. Jungkook. What was he doing here? How did I manage to find him in the cities biggest club the odds were so small. 

He was surrounded by women. All prettier than one another, all grinding against him. What was he doing? This was not the kookie I knew. He wouldn’t even have the guts to talk to a girl before. 

And then our gaze met. He had seen me with Yugyeom. For what seemed a splint second I thought I could see sadness in his eyes. But I was wrong. He grabbed one of the girls and made out with them passionately. I felt myself slowly crumble from all the emotions going through my head in that moment. Yugyeom probably sensed something was going wrong. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Can we get out of here please?”

He took me outside for some air. I tried to keep myself together not wanting him to see me cry. I didn’t want to cry over Jungkook not after what he had done. But so many questions went through my mind I just didn’t understand what was going on in his head. Yugyeom was worried and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I didn’t answer and just grabbed his face that was inches away from mine and kissed him. He stiffened under my touch not sure how to react. But just as with the dance he went with the flow and kissed me back.

I don’t know why I did that but I didn’t care. In the moment it felt nice. I didn’t realise how much I had missed human touch. 


We fucked that night. It felt good but the whole time I couldn’t forget about Jungkook. 

The next day he had asked for us to see eachother again. But I told him that I was sorry if he expected more of me but I wasn’t ready for any type of engagement. He told me he understood and asked if we could see each other but just as friends saying that he didn’t mind what kind of relationship we had so long as he could see me. He was adorable, and I had just used him to forget the pain caused by some guy who wasn’t even worth it. I felt disgusting.


In the end we hung out quite often. He turned out to not only be nice and handsome but also extremly funny. I warmed up to him very quickly and would spend a lot of my free time with him. We could talk about anything and everything without worry. Our personnalities matched perfectly. The only thing I hadn’t told him about was Jungkook. I couldn’t I was still trying to forget about him. 


One day we went out to a café, I was feeling down. Another article about Jungkook had came out in the papers apparently he had hit some dude in a club or something like that, it was quite often now that I would hear from him through magazines because of the scandals he would commit. I couldn’t help but be worried, even though I denied it in the end I still loved him. Yugyeom knew well something had been going on for a long time now but hadn’t asked about it once. So I was surprised when he asked bluntly :

“Has Jungkook done something bad again?” 

“Wait what?”

“Is it Jungkook’s fault you feel like this?”

“How do you know about Jungkook?” 

I was shocked, not only did he know I knew Jungkook but he also guessed he was the reason of all my problems. 

“He was a friend of mine. But answer my question.”

“You answer my question how the heck do you know I’m friends with him?!” 

He saw that I was on my nerves and explained. 

“He and I were very close friends and he would always talk about you so I figured not long ago that you were the girl he kept talking about,… and honsetly I can’t blame him.” 

He mumbled that last bit but I didn’t pay any attention, I was still confused by what was happening.

“Aren’t you friends anymore?”

“No, I guess it’s for the same reason as you. He started being weird and blocked me out of his life, I have no idea what he’s doing. But is that seriously the reason you are always down?”

“…yes, I’m worried about him.”

“Forget about him.”

I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. It wasn’t Yugyeom’s style to say stuff like that he always cared about everyone. But the look in his eyes told me that he was dead serious.

“You should stop thinking about him. He’s not worth it, I promise. Whatever happens to him, he will be the only one to blame, he would have asked for it.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying, he seemed so frustrated and angry which were emotions I had never seen on Yugyeom before. 

“I mean everyone including me tried to hold him back from all this but he never listened. There’s nothing we can do now.” 

He was right. I just couldn’t forget about him that easily, even if he acted like a douche I still had undeniable feelings for him and no matter how hard I tried they wouldn’t go away. After a moment of silence he asked : 

“You love him don’t you?” 

I lifted my eyes to him sat beside me. He looked hurt. How did he know? I decided to tell him after all he deserved the truth and had already guessed most of it. 

“yes.” I said soflty.

“Don’t. Love me instead.” 

Before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine. I didn’t understand what was happning, I wanted to pull away to ask for him to explain but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t find the strength in me to resist his touch. Maybe it was best that way. Maybe by being with Yugyeom I could forget about Jungkook. He was so much better thn him in so many ways. He was so warm and gentle. 

The kiss was interruped by Yugyeom, he abrubtly pulled away. I didn’t understand until I heard a familiar voice yelling. 

“WTF DUDE? WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO THAT?”

Jungkook, I couldn’t believe it. Everytime I forgot about him he would jump back into my life and destroy everything.

anonymous asked:

Jack sleeps one of two ways- rigid horizontal position of attention or hot mess spilled all over the covers. Although he's less likely to wind up with a foot in his face, Gabe prefers when Jack's all over the place. If he's sleeping rigid, Gabe know's he really stressed, tension in ever muscle. On those days Gabe is sure to curl close through the night and get up early so he can make a nice breakfast for them both.

um, how dare you leave such heartwarming things in my inbox? 

i definitely feel like gabe can pick up on jack’s emotions a LOT easier than jack can on his

also jack is a blanket thief and there a lot of mornings where gabe wakes up cold shoved into the corner of the bed, with jack spread eagle over a mound of pillows and blankets

I never knew how heartbroken I could feel from a show, but really, IM CRYING.! JUST FRIENDS? SVTFOE GIVE ME A BREAK!! I’m sooooo not ready for monday, My heart Will be all over the place….

And also, Star and Jackie were so cute and this episode, and don’t even get me started on Marco…!!

So to sum it up….SHIT IS GOING DOOOOOOWN

anonymous asked:

👀 + Who are your closest friends?

👀  |  #honestmeme

He cracks a wide smile, laughing a little to himself. This is a joke, right? Surely everyone already knows the answer. (This is one of those times he’s so caught up in himself that he forgets that other people’s lives don’t actually revolve around him.) “Well, obviously there’s Wes, one of my oldest and closest friends. And I guess, even though they feel like family, and I always say they’re my cousins, Justin, Dotty and Bryony fit the bill too. Then, of course, there’s Charlie and Tia, my movie and gossip buddies, respectively. It goes deeper than that – for all of these friendships, really – but for the sake of keeping things quick, I’m keeping things simple, like my approach to friendships in the first place! So!” He breathes deeply, his eyes darting back and forth a little as he goes over the names he’s already said. “That leaves Serenity, who’s… I don’t know if we’re technically ‘close friends’ but things between us have always sort of been a little outside the lines of just a standard friendship. And then Marie, my dearest Marie. She’s basically in love with me but too ashamed to admit it, but I still respect her and cherish our current friendship.” A friendship he knows he’s exaggerating, but that’s the fun part, and any other description of their dynamic would be inauthentic enough that he’d feel dishonest. “And last but not least – at least I hope not? – there’s Emilia. I don’t think we’re close friends yet, but we share a lot of mutual friends and I’ve enjoyed her company the few times we’ve hung out, so maybe we’ll grow closer soon. That’d be… Pretty cool, actually.”
–  (y’all ready for this?)  @wesofmaldonia, @justinwoodsofc, @motherdotty, @bryonyed, @charlielabouff, @sparkletia, @serenitytriton, @cogsworthclaudette, @emiliafitzherbert

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“ The happiest man on Earth would look into the Mirror
and see only himself, exactly as he is.“

6th year Scorbus comic based on @charamchadoo‘s short fic ‘Mirror’, where Scorpius and Albus stumble upon the Mirror of Erised. Please do go read the original piece, it flows a lot more naturally than this!

also that Invisibility cloak was ‘borrowed’ from James laughs

The Murder In My Backyard

by reddit user Pippinacious

I’ll be posting new, different stories on my personal blog, please be sure to follow @sixpenceeeblog

There was no love at first sight, no stomach fluttering feeling of “This is the one!”, just the realization that this was the best my budget could get me. My realtor, already frustrated with how many times I’d said no to other places, watched anxiously over my shoulder as I signed the papers, as if she was afraid I’d back out at the last minute, and just like that, I was the less-than-proud owner of a decades old house and all the issues that came with it.

Still, I told myself as I was handed the keys, it was better than continuing to live with my all too recent ex-husband.

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In case you haven’t watched Wizards of Waverly Place (you missed out), but there was a magic necklace that glows only if you’re in love with the person who put it on you. And of course my heart was screaming klance. So here’s Keith being insecure about Lance’s feelings about him but feeling really happy that his bf loves him.

If Jane Austen wrote The Empire Strikes Back:

He dueled him for many a long minute, and then trapping him at the end of a gantry, removed his hand from his wrist. Luke was surprised, but said not a word beyond his cry of pain. After a silence of several minutes, Vader came towards him in an agitated manner, and thus began,

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to offer you a place at my side to throw down the Emperor and reign over this galaxy.”

Luke’s astonishment was beyond expression. He stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This Vader considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of ambition.

“You do not yet realize your importance, and only now have begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.” 

In spite of his deeply-rooted dislike, Luke could not be insensible to the compliment of such a Sith Lord’s offer, though his intentions did not vary for an instant. He attempted to compose himself to answer Vader with patience as per the training Yoda had attempted to, but the pain from the end of his arm and the longstanding list of offenses against his friends gave Luke great trouble in this manner, and he replied thusly,

“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot – I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I will never join you.”

Darth Vader, who was leaning against the railing of the gantry with the gaze of his mask fixed on Luke’s face, seemed to catch his words with no less resentment than surprise. His fist tightened with anger, and the disturbance of his mind was visible in every movement. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not speak, till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Luke’s feelings dreadful. At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said,

“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”

“I might as well enquire,” replied Luke, “why, with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to hand me this offer after removing my own? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the offer of the Sith Lord, who has been the means of hunting my friends across the galaxy?”

He paused, and saw with no slight indignation that Vader was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse.

“Can you deny that you have done it?” Luke asked.

With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying it. I have done everything in my power to crush the Rebellion and rejoice in my successes.“

Luke disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate, him.

"But it is not merely this affair,” Luke continued, “on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Obi-Wan Kenobi. On this subject, of my father, what can you have to say?”

“You took an eager interest in that Jedi’s explanations,” said Vader in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.

“Who that knows what his understanding of the Force has been, can help feeling an interest in his worldview?”

“The Force” repeated Darth Vader contemptuously; “yes, the Light Side of the Force is great indeed. I am convinced in my knowledge that Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough,” cried Luke with energy. “You have long ago killed him!”

“No” said Vader, as he leaned across the railing towards Luke, “I am your father. Examine your feelings; you know it to be true.”

Luke felt himself growing more ashamed at this revelation, and despite his utmost efforts, a distraught denial left his mouth.

“You can destroy the Emperor,” continued Vader. “He has forseen this, and this is the estimation that I hold you in: it is your destiny. If you would but join me, together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me; it is the only way.”

Trapped as he was on the end of the gantry, it was clear what decision lay ahead for Luke, and again his intentions remained unaltered. With a calm descending upon him, Luke spoke with composure when he said,

“You are mistaken, Vader, if you suppose that your entrapment of me will mean the entrapment of my loyalty. From the very beginning, your actions, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your murders, and your imprisonment and torture of a young woman, were such as to form so immoveable a dislike that I had not known you a day before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to call father.”

To conclude his statement, and provide great shock to Vader, Luke stepped off the gantry.


@epix-elle​, this is the result of your “Darcy Vader” comment

Fingernails

by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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raspberry--raindrops  asked:

How would Ignis react if he got corrective eye surgery so he could see again and he sees his s/o for the first time?

I had originally planned to write a whole one-shot for this and everything, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while… so I’m writing it now.


  • When Iggy’s s/o told him that the team working on the reconstruction of the Citadel had found a way to bring back his eyesight, he was in disbelief. 
  • “This… this isn’t a dream, or some joke, right?”
  • Of course not. His s/o wouldn’t joke about something like that.
  • Ignis is in absolute shock. It’s been fifteen years since he last saw something – last saw anything. He’s extremely excited but, undeniably, he’s scared. He doesn’t know why, but the matter still stands.
  • When he recovers from the shock, he reaches out to his s/o, pulls them close, tucks his head into the crook of their neck, and cries. His s/o gets really nervous, because did they do something wrong? But then they hear him. He’s thanking them over and over and over again.
  • After the operation, Ignis realizes why he was scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if his eyes were too damaged and they couldn’t do it? What if the world is simply too bright for his eyes to handle and he has to keep them closed, and thus remain blind anyways? 
  • He doesn’t open his eyes immediately when he wakes up. He finds the call button, summons a nurse, and asks for his s/o. He wants the first thing he sees to be them.
  • There’s a shuffling in the room and Ignis recognizes the steps to be his s/o’s. He reaches out to them, and he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his s/o takes his hands. 
  • His s/o kisses his hands, then his forehead, then his scars, and then his lips. They tell him that the lights aren’t on, there’s just candles, and that he can open his eyes. They’re right here for him, just like they always have been. They squeeze his hands tightly.
  • Ignis opens his eyes. He has to squint, because even the candlelight is still too bright for his newly recovered eyes, but he blinks once, twice. 
  • He locks eyes with his s/o. He sees them smile. He sees the sheen of their hair. He sees the tears in their eyes. He feels tears coming to his own. He can see.
  • “(Y/N),” He mutters, and his voice is shaking, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
  • He reaches up, he touches their face, and finally, he’s able to match a precise image to everything he’s been feeling since he met his s/o. He’s just gotten the use of his eyes back, but he’s already mastered the look of absolute adoration for his s/o.
  • He kisses them, and at some point during that he starts crying again, and his s/o’s there to hold him, and they’re crying too. They’re both so happy.
  • It takes Ignis some time to rehabilitate from the operation. His eyes are still extremely sensitive to light, so he wears darkened lenses for an extended period of time while his eyes adjust. There’s frequent headaches, since his brain tends to get overwhelmed by all the detail it’s suddenly registering again. 
  • Though the recovery process is a bit harrowing at times, Ignis couldn’t be happier. He treasures the sight of everything now more than ever, all the colors around him, all the lights, the sunrise (which is just how he remembers it), everything… 
  • But his favorite sight is his s/o.

She was so much closer than he’d realized, their faces inches apart, her expression wide and hesitant and vulnerable.

“My Lady,” he whispered. He was helpless in the ocean of blue that was her eyes; whatever had seemed so awful also seemed very far away. Nothing was dark or brutal or hopeless when they were this close, and he wasn’t the only one moving closer.


My vacations are oveerr so now It will take me more time to be able to post any finished pics, sadly D:. I have to paint a lot of new pieces for a college project ´v` BUT I will still have tons of doodles.

While my actual piece for State of Grace (by the awesome @dragonsinparis) is on the making (it won’t show up until at least next month thanks to all this stuff I gotta paint), get this quickie for one of the moments that broke me.
GO READ THAT THING AND SHATTER INTO TINY PIECES WITH ME. THIS FIC IS FLAWLES JUST GO i-i

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Barry Allen and Iris West-Allen’s 50th Wedding Anniversary (from November 24, 1966)

“All my life, I’ve never been anywhere without feeling like I should be some place else, like I hadn’t found where I belonged. But when I’m with you, steadfast and solid, I know I am in the right place. The only place where I know for sure who I am. Wherever I belong, Barry Allen It is with you.” — The Life Story of The Flash (1997)

i want to live in a small flat decorated all over with plants and post-impressionist paintings, with big windows that let lots of light in, i want the furniture to be thrifted and mismatched, i want the place to smell like flowers or an apple pie in the oven and i want soft baroque music to be playing in the mornings while it rains outside and i drink coffee and my girlfriend reads out random poems she likes from a poetry book i got her for her birthday and i want it to feel like home

What we know about Malec in every episode of season 2 + Todd Slavkin's tweets.

2x01 - Promo’s scenes
2x02 - //
2x03 - //
2x04 - //
2x05 - Terrific Alec/Magnus
2x06 - Malec first date
2x07 - Malec fans will be over the moon / Malec mania
2x08 - Party at Magnus’s place
2x09 - Hug & kiss in public
2x10 - Beautiful Malec

+ Yes there will be lots of passion. The show is sexier than ever in more ways than one. #malec #ShadowhuntersS2 #hot
+ All the episodes are emotional, some more than others. Lots of feels, happy and sad. #ShadowhuntersS2 #laughandcry
+ Malec all around the globe
+ Honored to be a part of  #fallinginloveisagloriousjourney
+ I haven’t counted but we are deeply invested on Malec. Lots of great moments ahead. #ShadowhuntersS2 #whataride
+ Malec fans will be thrilled in #ShadowhuntersSeason2

(Timeskip after Yori’s passing…on a certain day…)

Yuuki started talking about the thoughts she had after that happened to Kaname

I’m saying weird things huh.. but it won’t disappear…
Endlessly…
I thought it was a future where I have no choice but move on alone
(not 100% sure)
But, Ai is here and you (Zero) who is always by my side.

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