my heart only beats for you

i’m so sick of writing about my heart as if it’s this beaten up, bloody thing. i’m so sick of it being something i’m ashamed to look at. i’m so sick of throwing it against the pavement, breaking it open for everyone to see, opening up my wounds for entertainment. i’m sick of my pain being an art museum of broken things. i’m sick of the only thing people knowing about me is how much i bleed.

because the truth is this: my heart, it’s still beating. and that’s beautiful, no matter what even my own self tries to tell me. isn’t it amazing how your heart keeps beating through every bruise? isn’t it amazing how no matter how much somebody takes from you, you still have more to give? isn’t it amazing? tell me it isn’t. tell me you think something else means more than the fact that i’m still living. the fact that if you’re reading this, you’re still living too, despite everything.

so no more sad poems. no more opening up old wounds. no more staring contests with the things that broke me. no more dwelling on every crack when i am still a whole, complete person. i’m so sick of giving myself a disclaimer: a “i’m hard to love,” an “i’m crazy,” because the truth is i’ve been hurt, but i’m still pretty kind, and that is truly amazing.

—  i’m going to be happy if it kills me
It started with an email. Just one, stupid, intimate email that was mistakenly sent to the right person. And soon we were in constant communication, chatting and admiring one another until we were head over heels for the other. But the thing about web relationships, they’re an illusion. Only one of you is in it for the love, but the other person is in it for the fun. One of you cascades into this love spell, dedicated, replying fervently, not once missing a heart beat. The other lives their life in the physical world, their web life background noise, never truly looking back.
—  Web of Lies

Leo took a breath and seemed to brace himself, the only sign of any discomfort since Takumi had seen him that evening. “I love you, Takumi. More than any kingdom. More than any supposed responsibilities or duties.” His words were earnest, although his eyes showed some apprehension. Was he… worried?

Takumi tried to grasp at some of his earlier resolve. “Oh yeah?” He felt his heart beat in his chest in protest and in anticipation. “And what if I don’t accept your apology? You think you can just send an array of… of disorganized and unrelated letters and everything will be back to normal?” Takumi remembered the hurt he’d felt only a few hours ago, when he realized Leo had not actually shared any of these sentiments or memories with him. Or worse, the hurt from a few weeks ago when Leo argued against them being together like it wasn’t even worth the discussion.

Leo leaned in slightly, tilting his head closer, closing some of the space between them. “Then I will court you. Mercilessly, without a thought of anyone and their opinions except yours.”

This, like many other things this evening, caught Takumi off guard. “C-court me?”

“Mercilessly,” he repeated. “I will take you hunting in the forests to the North, where there are deer twice as large as the one we caught last autumn. I will buy you the nicest meals from all the restaurants Nohr or Hoshido have to offer –we’ll eat in a private booth all to ourselves. I’ll use my telescope and find a new star. I’ll name it after you. We’ll attend all the Hoshidan festivals, and then, invent some for us to attend in Nohr.” He leaned in even closer, so his lips were almost tickling Takumi’s ear. “I will take you to my bed, for you to do whatever you like with me.” He leaned back again, in time to see Takumi’s blush (although his expression remained firm). “You were the best thing to ever happen to me. I pushed you away, and if you can’t forgive that, I can understand. But then I will start from the beginning. I intend to do everything properly, this time.”


It’s finally done everyone! Read Formalities HERE!

(Or start with Part 1, Frivolities, HERE)

11/8 questions tag??

okay, so I was tagged by both bambam’s girlfriend @sadradmom (don’t fight it) and the sweet angel @sambashua, but I guess there are like different versions because one requires eight questions and the other eleven, so I’m just gonna do all of them and come up with eight (because there’s only so many original ones I can come up with lolol)

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So I often realize how horribly Slytherins are portrayed not only on the internet and throughout the fan base but IN THE BOOKS THEMSELVES and that really hurts because I am a Slytherin and I’m truly not a bad person but my house is seen as power hungry and evil and now nazis like IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT I WOULD FIGHT MY FAMILY IN A HEART BEAT TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE CARED FOR ME FOR SEVEN YEARS AND WHO LOVE ME AND DONT JUDGE ME AND WHO CONSTANTLY WANT TO HELP YOU ARE WRONG I WOULD BE IN THE MIDST OF EVERYTHING AND MAKING SURE THE KIDS WHO COULDNT GET OUT IN TIME WERE SAFE AND HIDDEN IN THE COMMON ROOM OR IN THE KITCHEN AND THEN GOING BACK TO PUNCH MY HOMOPHOBIC RACIST GRANDFATHER AND MY OLDER COUSINS


Also to the other Slytherins:

Our house is based on pride, charm, cunning, and ambition. You are not evil because you are here you know what you want. Even if you don’t know what you want in life, you know what you want now. You have the untapped power to reach anything you want. Please don’t let the rest of the world bring you down.

The Signs as Quotes About Love

Aries: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” -Charles Bukowski

Taurus: “I could stay with you forever and never realize the time.” -Bob Dylan

Gemini: “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” -Jane Austen

Cancer: “I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.” -Raymond Carver

Leo: “For you, a thousand times over.” -Khaled Hosseini

Virgo: “Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.” -Virginia Woolf

Libra: “Love is not about staring at each other, but staring off in the same direction.” -Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Scorpio: “The course of true love never did run smooth.” -William Shakespeare

Sagittarius: “I believe love is always eternal. Even if eternity is only five minutes.” -Sandra Cisneros

Capricorn: “I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair.” -Julie de L’Espinasse

Aquarius: “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” -Emily Bronte

Pisces: “I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Lyrics written by Namjoon

Because he didn’t only write “I’mma beat that p*ssy like you never ever felt before”

-“Having tight schedules Even tough i’m tired,I smile
Cause in a family called bangtan i’m a not an only child”
-Unpack Your Bags

-”I can be assigned to many places,
But why can’t I find the real me anywhere?”-
So 4 More

-”I don’t know whether I’ve lost the way
or whether from the beginning I was lost
even when I’m with someone, one corner of my heart is lonely”
-Adrift

-”This sea is too deep
Still, I’m lucky
Because even if I cry, no one would know”
-Whalien 52

-“Never be late to do what you wanna do right now
Because at one point of someday,
Everything you did
Would be exactly what you will be” -
O,RUL8,2?

-”Thank you for letting me be me
For helping me fly
For giving me wings
For straightening me out
For waking me from being suffocated
For waking me from a dream which was all I was living in" -SAVE ME

-”I just wanted to succeed
the words I tediously heard from others were only that
I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness
but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment
Without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook
My identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass”
-Voice

-“The grown-ups confess
That we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion
Then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There’s no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me,
Living the life of a puppet
Who will take responsibility?”
-N.O

-”Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away,
if you ain’t no got the guts, trust”
-Tomorrow 

-”I empty my drink but it gets filled with loneliness […]
All I did was color you in my white, blank paper
But then I realized, it already became a finished picture”
-Hold me tight

-”Hey you, who’s looking over the Han River
If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?
Or maybe we bumped into each other in our past life
Maybe we bumped into each other countless times”
-Reflection

-”My mother said the sea is blue
She said to let out your voice as far as you can
But what to do, it’s so dark and there are only different whales
speaking entirely different words”
-Whalien 52

-”The media and adults say we don’t have willpower
condemning us like stocks
Why are they killing us before we can even try
Why are you hanging your head and accepting it already?” -Dope

-”Life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death
Even light is treasured more when there’s darkness
The sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm”
-Life

-”Let’s be happy, let’s be happy
Even if we live with these heavy words in our mouths every day
To be honest, I still don’t know
Why am I often lonely”
-Adrift

-“I’m living to understand the world, 
But why hasn’t this world tried to understand me”
-Always

-”Back then I thought this was a big place
But my ambition grew too big
That big house became too small now”
-Move

-“In the darkness,
People look happier than the day
Everyone else knows where they’re supposed to be
But only I walk without purpose”
-Reflection

-”Outside was a whole battlefield so I bring out the chopper
Every night inside me I quietly fight with myself
My heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back
While saying that I became a moron after joining a company”
-Awakening

-”It’s just one life
Who are you living for?
My heart stopped when I was nine or ten
Put your hand on your heart
and ask what you dream was
What is really was”
-O,RUL8,2?  

*This was Sarah for you daily Namnam appreciation

(cred to Lynn and papercrowns!)

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: I cannot believe the song Evermore (gracing the public's ears for the first in the year of our Lord 2017) even exists. You take a beloved Disney classic like Beauty and the Beast (which was the first animated film to ever be nominated for Best Picture at the Oscars) and attempted a live action, CGI packed (but amazingly well done), musical and not only make it gorgeous and aesthetically pleasing to the eye, stay true to the beloved story while still adding new elements to it, but also giving the other main character a NEW solo song and make it instantly (in my humble opinion) the most favored song on a soundtrack that's already beloved by millions (a majority millennials mind you) perfectly crafting it to fit the amazing Dan tenor looking but is actually a bass Stevens who is truly singing his heart out about losing the only person who's ever really been there for him with such passion that is brought tears to my eyes and oh wOW I👏🏼am👏🏼so👏🏼blessed👏🏼
Undercover - Jughead Jones

Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!

I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*

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Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.

“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.

“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”

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{PART 19} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Not knowing whether to stay and fight, or run and protect you; Jungkook gets thrown into a world of fear and panic. Meanwhile, Yoongi and Serrena battle for victory in the silent game of war they play;

“How dreadful…to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 18} {Part 19} {Part 20}

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No touch will ever be enough anymore, no look will be satisfying. It simply cannot convey every emotion I have. I need you to feel every emotion I do when I touch you. I need you to feel the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach, I need you to feel the hotness in my forehead, I need you to feel how my head spins when I smell the lingering scent of your perfume anywhere. I need you to feel the frantic beating of my heart, when, in the first second I look around myself in a city which has lost its colors since you left, I search for your face in the crowd of strangers. Only then does it dawn upon me the hard truth of our unfortunate separation, and my heart drops to my feet. In the next few moments I stare emptily through the tram window while I attempt to gather my heart from the floor. I pick it up, I breathe in, and look out again. Another drop of my heart as I notice the bench where you scrounged up the courage to kiss me for the very first time. A ghost of a smile lingers on my lips, and I close my eyes until the tears roll back into my skull and I can breathe again.
the way luthors Should Have Ended
  • jess does not even bat an eyelash when kara steps out of the elevator, and maybe that’s the first sign that things have changed
  • (jess never disliked her–no, jess just cares about lena, cares in a way kara is eternally thankful for. and kara, reporter kara, could be as much of a threat to lena luthor as any kryptonite-chested henchman. but now– now jess looks up at her, nods, and it feels all the world like success)
  • she knocks, knowing she doesn’t have to, and walks in before lena can answer. this is lena’s office, lena’s space, but oh, if it doesn’t feel like part of her home
  • (oh, if lena doesn’t feel like home)
  • kara has gotten flowers upon flowers upon flowers, in every shade and color and she doesn’t know what to do with all of them, where to put them. she is not used to it, this public sort of praise. she isn’t used to being appreciated as kara, but hasn’t lena always done that? hasn’t lena always seen her as kara first?
  • seeing her as lena is only returning the favor, kara thinks
  • lena smiles easily, and kara’s heart ends up somewhere behind her stomach, thumping out an uneven, frantic beat. she can survive without air on this planet but she is increasingly beginning to believe that without that smile, that look, those eyes–she’d be a goner
  • so, kara says, because she has to say something, has to stop staring at lena and that beautiful magazine cover. my office is overflowing with flowers
  • when lena feigns confusion, crinkles her brow——kara has never wanted to kiss her more. but then lena is talking: thank you. i have never had a friend like you. i’ve never had family like you. 
  • kara can wave off this praise: it is what friends do. but when lena tilts her head, murmurs, coming into that warehouse, saving me– kara coughs, a choked sound. what?
  • lena doesn’t answer; instead, she reaches up, gives kara a moment to stop her, stop this. when kara doesn’t move, lena lifts the glasses off of her face, quietly hums in victory
  • a super and a luthor, lena says again, and kara thinks of that day so many weeks ago, that gala. (she wants to think about lena saving them, saving the day, as she seemed to do so often. she ends up thinking about lena showing up at catco and lena showing up at her apartment and lena, lena lena)
  • you risked a lot for me, lena says, and kara shakes her head. i’d risk anything for you
  • there’s a moment, a perfect one, where their bodies still and time feels forgiving rather than forgetful and the world lifts itself off their shoulders
  • imagine, kara wants to shout. imagine what we could be together, imagine what we could do together, imagine, imagine it—
  • and then kara’s phone rings
  • lena stands quickly, suddenly a shadow of her previously confident self; she has learned pride and posture and learned them well, but when kara is involved, she can do nothing but stumble
  • kara silences her phone and stands, an echo, and the action pulls her closer to lena. they are caught again in this storm, and it thunders louder, and louder, and lena leans in first tugs kara close, arms around shoulders, eyes shut
  • kara knows she is in for a lecture later back at the deo–you almost died, you shouldn’t have gone, you took too big a risk–but lena is kissing her and every doubt and thought and thing flies straight out of her mind
  • lena is kissing her. lena is kissing her
  • she still has her eyes closed for a beat when lena pulls away and giggles: kara– babe, you’re floating a bit
  • kara crashes back down to the ground and falls even harder
“Creampuff Heist”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to smuggle a dog out of the shelter but needs the help of someone who has experience carrying out a heist.

A/N: please remember it’s the owner who raises the dogs to be evil and aggressive, not the dog itself! - j. x

Bucky plops onto the cement in a heavy but swift manner. He wiggles his flesh fingers through the small holes of the chainlink gate, trying his best to get closer to the pitbull behind the gate.

When (Y/N) suggested he volunteer at the animal shelter as part of his therapy routine, Bucky grunted his reluctant approval. Truth be told, he initially didn’t have any interest in animal shelters and only agreed because he wanted to make (Y/N) smile.

But that all changed on his second day of volunteering, because for the second time in his life, Bucky Barnes fell in love.

Acting on instructions to check every water bowl, Bucky was making his way around the shelter when he made eye contact with a blue nose pitbull with scars running across her face. Both super-soldier and canine warily stared at each other, fatigue shining from both of their eyes, their posture a bit slouched.

The pitbull took the first step of courage, carefully padding to the chainlink gate barricading her from freedom. Her soulful eyes never breaking contact with his blue ones, the canine stuck out her muzzle to the best of her ability and licked his hand. And just like that, Bucky’s heart melted.

Her previous owners called her Scarface, but Bucky calls her Creampuff.

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Honestly, I can’t believe that journey we went through side by side with Emma until we got to this point. 

If you look carefully on the “win your heart” scene, which is still to this day one of my favorite CS scenes, you can spot Emma skipping a beat or two by his romantic words, but she hardly flinch about it. Her walls are so high up that only by re watching this scene again and again you can spot these little micro expressions that reveal the storm that is in her heart at that moment.

Look at the journey she made since than, losing herself with him in that kiss in 3x22, letting herself take a leap of faith of a true relationship after their big date on 4x04, saying to him that she loves him and dealing with the depth of this emotion on 4x22, taking their relationship to the next level and initiating they move in together on 6x03. And now on 6x13, accepting to be his wife without any walls, any micro expressions, all her being and emotions are shouting that she wants it, with her entire body and soul.

What he did to win her heart wasn’t just a win, it was a knockout.

YOI Fan Rec Friday

(3/3/17)

I got A LOT of great recs this week, thank you! 

If you don’t see your rec, it means that it’s going to be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by @kookyfan​:
not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 29k (WIP)
In which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret.
a silver splendour, a flame by thehandsingsweapon, Not Rated, 52k (WIP)***Major character death
Both Viktor and Yuuri have their reasons for hiding the full extent of their gifts – Viktor’s been hurt before, when his own powers were used against him; Yuuri’s been warned that everyone will want his; what will happen when Yuri comes of age, and in doing so, makes two very bright stars finally cross?

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Weight of Gold by barrelrider, Not Rated, 13k
Yuri’s big win at the Grand Prix final poses questions about the future that he hadn’t thought to ask before. And Viktor doesn’t seem interested in answering them.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV, Explicit, 123k (WIP)
Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @hellagaytbh​:
he was a sk8er boy she said see you l8er boy by bookybookworm, Teen, 13k (WIP)
pika+chu: hello friends
katsudon-yuri: ummm
katsudon-yuri: what is this
pika+chu: this, young yuri, is a group chat

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Love So Life by shamarmon, Teen, 98k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki was simply living his college life, teaching ice skating lessons to little kids, when suddenly his idol and champion figure skater Victor Nikiforov bursts in and requests that he start babysitting his three year old nephew, Yuri Plisetsky.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
viktor nikiforov is a nightblogger by thishasbeencary, Teen, 2.9k
Yuuri started a mental list of the small things Viktor did that annoyed him about a week after going to Russia, and texted Phichit every time he added something new.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @flyingsuits-blog-blog
a million miles from your desperate days by idrilka, xyai, Mature, 11k
Victor came to Hasetsu with the force of a hurricane and managed to make himself right at home at Yu-topia, somehow fitting into the quiet rhythm of their lives. Maybe this means that Yuuri will fit into Victor’s life in Saint Petersburg, too, against all odds or reason.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
‘Cause I’m a Taker, ‘Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 52k (WIP)
The story of how Yuuri Katsuki slept with, dated, fell in love with, and married Victor Nikiforov. Yes, in that order.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous and anonymous:
Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway, Explicit, 164k (WIP)
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Submission by SuggestiveScribe, Explicit, 8.1k
Viktor leaned forward, breath whispering just behind the shell of Yuuri’s ear, “If my Yuuri wanted me to submit, I would be elated to experience submission.”

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Calligraphia by emilyenrose, Mature, 2.9k
Victor Nikiforov’s Bad Tattoo Choices.
icebreaker by Cesare, Gen, 6.1k
A post-skating-retirement college scenario based on skygemspeaks’ idea about Yuuri’s college classmates learning about his figure skating career.
Decision Making Process (How to NOT to) by Bowandtie, Not Rated, 992 words
The rise of ridiculous myth surrounding Christophe Giacometti’s portable pole.
A Tourist in the Waking World, Never Quite Awake by Erushi, Mature, 5.5k
The crossover/fusion with “Inception”, in which Victor and Yuuri are on the same extraction team and share a Complicated History.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Call Everything on the Ice… by shysweetthing, Explicit, 43k (WIP)
Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @osnapitzhanaa:
Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson, Mature, 51k (WIP) ***Graphic Decpitctions of Violence
Introducing the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Break of Dawn by CatarinaPendejo, Explicit, 58k (WIP)
In which Yuuri is flabbergasted, Viktor is unbelievably spoiled and clingy, Yuri is pissed at everything, Yakov is completely over it, and it’s only been less than a month since the Grand Prix Final.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Or Just Some Human Sleep by Duskisnigh,  Teen, 2.3k
“No, thank you,” Yuuri insisted, holding the broom in front of him like a weapon. “I may be fourteen, and I may have lived a relatively sheltered life, but I am not stupid, and I’m pretty sure you’ve drugged that apple.”

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @caeillian:
make my heart beat out of my chest 'verse series by xylophones, Teen, 11k (WIP)
Adventures with Yuuri Katsuki, living dance legend, and his ridiculous popstar husband, Viktor “I’m Extra” Nikiforov.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
a place on Earth, with you by melonbug, Explicit, 11k ***Major Character Death
Yuuri didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to die. And he didn’t want to die alone.
The world was ending, and they were just two souls, desperate for someone to share their final days with.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
get inside you (and mess you up) by drowsycyborg, Mature, 5.6k (WIP)
Of all the witches, bloodmages are the rarest - and the most hunted. There’s good reason to be scared: everyone knows there’s nothing grey about a bloodmage. They’re good or evil; great doctors or terrorists. Wiping out every last one of them was a boon for both the magical and non-magical alike.


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Best Friends (Part 7)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.

Word Count: 1,030

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A/N: Thank you to @xandyissenpai  for the sugar daddy idea lol

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Just as he promised, Bucky gave you his answer by the end of the week. You squealed and hugged him tight, inviting him for lunch. He couldn’t help but to laugh as you pulled him along, crossing the street and towards your favorite restaurant.

The more time he spent with you, and knowing you were engaged to someone else, the more certain he was that you belonged next to him. He didn’t know what Tony Stark was up to, but he pledged himself that he’d steal you away from that man. He didn’t deserve you, and Bucky had a feeling Stark had something up his sleeve.

You nudged Bucky as he stood next to you, waiting for the seating hostess to lead you to a table for two. He had a blank, far-off look on his face and you wondered what he’s thinking about. He blinked and looked at you, giving you a tiny smile.

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anonymous asked:

Sell the raven cycle to me. Why should i read it? What's so good about it?

man that’s a tall order lemme do my best here

1. The characters are very difficult jigsaw puzzle people. They’re wedged in the middle of adulthood and childhood, and magical realism is sprinkled over top of that awkwardness so that we feel very situated in that exact space and time of lost & messing up & family not being enough anymore/friendship being all you can see. And it’s not just the main characters, it’s a spectrum of cameos from people so vivid that you could hitch a ride to a whole other series on their backs. It’s this mass of interconnected lovers and churchgoers and rich boys and school-haters and hard-asses and scared kids and witches and characters that don’t quite know whether to be alive or dead.

Every person is lovingly invented to be difficult to parse upon first glance. they’re magic-eye people. You know when you’re at the optometrist and they put down slides on their big ol’ eye contraption and ask you to tell them when things get clear? it’s kind of like that. You’ve gotta keep accumulating lenses and when it’s finally clear you realize you don’t know where or how the difference set in. And better yet, the characters feel that way too – you’ve got unreliable points of view from everyone from villains to leads to sentient forests, figuring each other out, growing and misunderstanding and loving from afar. Everything has a voice, even birds and trees. This book is made of too many voices in too many languages and all you can do is sit down and be very still and listen (jot that down)

2. The plot/magic in this book are compelling as all hell, and they wind and trip and fall, but it’s worth climbing in and letting the car speed so your head rattles or the magical forest turn you around until you get lost. It’s just the right balance of relatable teenaged disasters and wholly un-relatable living nightmares and hitmen and possession via nature and ghosts and old old old magicians. Somehow pizza with the gang transmutes quietly into burying the carcass of a monster, tennis during the day becomes deadly streaking car racing until someone wins or dies. The books never let up, they go and go and talk about how much they’re going and throw too much at you.

It’s frustrating actually, the way you’re breathless for four entire novels. There are so many loose ends that you start writing ways to tie them together in your head before you’ve even finished. Impossible things represent gritty reality at every turn, you have manifestations of real depression, escapism from real abuse, resentment of real neglectful parents. You have a mosaic of things that hurt so much that they’ve become magic so that we can stand to look at them. trc wants you to look at a kissing curse and a dead king and quietly put them aside until you need them again. If you only read the back of the book, you’re brushing fingers against a scapegoat for a host of things that are much realer.

3. The writing knows what it’s doing. It needles its way into pretentious territory, but I can’t pretend that trc didn’t burrow into my writing style and rearrange things. The writing feels like.. i don’t know man like you’re holding a beating heart in your hand and watching it sputter and try to keep going, and it’s fucking amazing to witness even though you know it can’t last forever. You can see the mechanism of it and gore of it, but you keep watching and waiting. There are so many plain little to the point sentences that fit into the grand scheme of things so perfectly that you just. sob. and there are so many intricate metaphors and frank magical descriptions and charming, human ways of saying something that isn’t charming or human. 

It’s a hell of a series. It knows when to open the door, it trusts that you’ll come through it. It makes you hurt so bad for a friendship that hurtles down like an asteroid and ruins everything but you. It makes you feel a little better about whatever ancient welsh king you’re looking for, whatever night horror is ripping up your head space. It makes you dog-ear every other page because the dialogue is so unnecessarily clever and the descriptions sit right in your throat where you almost choke on them.

It’s not perfect. But it singlehandedly made me start reading again (heart in mouth 4 am reading, buying the ebook the second it comes out reading, crying at lines that shouldn’t be cried at reading), what put things in motion for me to make a funny little book blog called ravenvsfox

I can’t promise that you’ll like it, but I think the mess is beautiful & youthful and there are miles of slack to make it whatever you’d like. I hope you pick The Raven Boys up and see where they drive you in their stupid orange car.

You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said