no words could describe how much they mean to me


Happy 23rd birthday to the beautiful, kind, humble and hardworking Jackson Wang! 

Words can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me and so many others. Though you don’t know it, you’ve helped me go through so many hard times by just being yourself and bringing me comfort with just a smile. I’m always so proud of you and proud to be able to say i’m your fan! Your effort and hard work never go unnoticed and your love and care for your fans is so inspiring and heartwarming - I could never ask for a better person to love. Thank you for staying true and being you Jackson ♥️

I wish I had the skill to write about how your eyes shine in the morning. When you are tired…and that feeling you give me when you hold my hand. I wish I could write about how much you mean to me but they have not ever created the adequate words that can describe my feelings for you.
Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!

Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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Comments on fanfics.

Let’s settle down for a minute.

I’ve had someone ask me why it made me happy to learn that they’d cried while reading something I wrote, which brings us back to the familiar topic of Why In Heck Are Comments Important To Fic Writers.

Listen. We’re not needy or annoying when we ask readers to leave a comment. We are only being human.

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve needed praise and encouragements to strive on, you’ve needed advice to go on, you’ve needed to share things that made you happy with other people.

You drew your family for the first time? Quick, let’s run to Mama to show her the drawing and hope she likes it. You finally got the hang of how to crack an egg in order to bake that cake your brother is fond of? Damn, now you’re gonna crack all the eggs and smile at each victory, and then cry when the egg shell falls in the bowl and hope dad isn’t going to be mad at you for failing. 

You think you finally did good on this math test? You did. The 10/10 in the corner of your sheet and the teacher’s smile prove that you did a good job, that you are capable, that you can do more. You hurry home and proudly show the test to your parents, or whoever else you hold dear to your heart, and bask in the praise. You are disappointed if it never comes.

You need them to acknowledge what you did. You need them to tell you that you did well, and then you need them to repeat it again. And it will motivate you to study harder, to make them prouder by doing even better on the next test.

Why? Because of simple encouragements. Because of feedback. Positive feedback makes you want to do more. It makes you want to go further, take yourself higher because now you know that you can do it.

It’s always gonna be the same in life. High school, college - you work hard on stuff, and when you do you expect to be praised for it. Hours of pouring over that essay have to become a good report card. Getting out of bed early every morning to run have to result in admiration from others. Working late hours have to make your boss notice you and offer you a raise. Because you deserve it, because you worked hard, because you need to know that your work is appreciated.

Now you’re a fanfiction writer.

You don’t get paid for writing this story. You never will. You know you will likely get very little feedback, even if you know your story is good. Yet you still sit down and write the thing. You take hours of your free time to go over what you wrote, again and again, losing sleep and gaining anxiety over it because what if no one likes it? What if I did all this for nothing? What if?

You still write it, because despite it all you like doing it, just like you loved trying to draw your family as a kid to show it to mom.

But when you post it - you need people to see it. You need people to tell you that you did a good job. You need someone to encourage you. You’re here, throwing hours of work into the Internet void for anonymous faces to read and hopefully enjoy. Unlike original stories, you don’t mention it to friends or family because of the fanfiction stigma, because fanfiction is considered less than original stories. So, really, the only way you have to know if your writing is worth it is the comments.

And kudos, even though they are appreciated, will never tell you how a reader feels. They’ll never tell you how someone, a real person, felt while reading your story. Did they like it? Did it make them happy? Sad? What did they go through? Was it worth it? Did you convey what you wanted? Was it worth it? Is this story worth it? Is my writing worth it? Do I keep going?

What do you think?

We only want to know if we did well. Because we are simply, painfully human.

There are no words to describe the feeling a writer gets when they see the mail notification telling them they received a comment on this or that fic. No words.


When you see that “please tell me what you think ! <3” in the chapter notes, please know that what we actually mean is “I would sell my entire body and suck Satan’s d*ck if it meant you could click that little comment button and actually write something down”.

Leave comments on fics, people. It’s not hard, and it means you will get more fic in the future if you so much as encourage the writer. That’s how people work.

Just tell us. Let us know.

Thank you.


This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.

There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in. 

I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that. 

From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together. 

so here we go!

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Lapis-reaction-images presents: 2K Follower Special!

First of all, thank you to all of you wonderful people for following this blog. It means so much to me! Words cannot describe how thankful I am, so I asked myself what I could give you for this milestone.

The answer: MORE LAPIS! So I made these custom Lapis avatars, based on the posts you liked the most, for all your online needs!

This is Part 3/3

anonymous asked:

Can you do a jealous Justin imagine, were they're at like a party and Montgomery flirts with the reader and Justin gets angry? Love your blog btw❤❤❤

Aw thanks for liking the blog! Sure thing, hope you like it ~

900 words, Justin Foley/fem!reader

“Justin, you know I don’t like parties  especially if it’s one of Bryce’s.” 

“Babe, just stick by me, you don’t even have to talk to my friends if you don’t wanna. Just relax, get drunk and have a good time.” he reassured you with a kiss on the forehead. You both got out of his car and made your way through the house, Justin getting welcomed by nearly everyone. You waved at a few people but otherwise kept your head down and your hand in Justin’s. 

Once you got to the patio he left you by the pool to go and get you drinks. You’d begged him to stay, or to let you go with him, but he just brushed you off and said to enjoy yourself. 

Knowing he’d get caught up in some partying, you calmly sat down on a lounge chair, gazing up at the clear skies that were dotted with stars, managing to block out the noises of the party -  and the noise of Montgomery taking the chair next to you, beer in hand.

“What’s up, y/n?” he exclaimed, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

Oh Jesus here we go

“Not much, Monty, just waiting for Justin,” snapping at him dismissively, you really didn’t want to be caught up in Montgomery’s advances. 

“You look really hot tonight, you know that? I mean you look hot all the time but-”

“Is ‘hot’ the only word you could find to describe me?” You laughed in your head at how he fumbled for a save, glad you’d stumped him. 

“No, not at all, there’s so many words to describe you beautiful you are… and my god, you’d look even more beautiful in between my legs…” there was no witty comeback to this, Monty towering over you, leaning down to trap you in the chair with his arms either side of you. 

“Monty please get off of me - MONTY!” you cried out when he leaned down to try and kiss you. At the sound of you yelling, Justin dropped the drinks and came running. 

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck did you do to my girl?” 

“Listen Justin, I was just talking to her and she totally freaked out, I mean-” Rage clouded over Justin’s face as he grabbed Monty by the shoulders and backed him up against the house. 

“Bullshit, Montgomery. My girl wouldn’t do that if you weren’t being a dick - so what’d you do, huh?” 

“Justin, please don’t hurt him, he just started hitting on me that’s all.” People were staring, and you didn’t want Justin to make a scene (no matter how much you wanted Monty punched in the face).

“It’s alright, baby, I won’t hurt him,” he loosened his grip on Monty, allowing him to slide out from between your boyfriend and the brick wall. Justin’s eyes followed him as he sauntered back into the house, nearly loosing his shit when Monty stole a glance back at you. “The hell are you people staring at?” 

“Justin, please, let’s just go get drinks, huh. Calm you down?” he ran a hand down his face which was still laden with anger. You took him by the forearms and gave him a look which let him know that all was well, but it wasn’t. You wanted to let Justin get angry and Monty but you didn’t want a scene, Or to be the people that started a fight at one of the biggest parties of the year. 

“Fine, whatever, lets go inside. You can come with me this time.” he smoothed his hand down your back before snaking his arm around your shoulders, which were even more hunched now you had to go inside and face more people that were just like Monty. 


“All he did was try and kiss you, you bitch!” shouted someone that was sitting on a love seat, Monty on the floor below it, glaring at you and Justin. 

Justin ripped his arm away from you and marched over to where Monty sat, smugly, on the floor. In one motion your (way too angry for words) boyfriend hauled him up from the fluffy white carpet and slammed him into the wall, causing a picture to slide down and smash. 

“Justin! What the hell, dude, careful with my shit!” Bryce called from the French doors, he’d obviously heard the commotion. 

“Not until I’m done with this scumbag.” he growled, pulling his arm back and smacking it, right into Monty’s nose. He let go and caused the bleeding boy to slide down the wall, completely dazed. 

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, and anyone else’s… you hear me?” Justin turned and walked back to you, hugging you tightly as you held back laughter at the reality that your boyfriend had just nearly knocked someone out for you. 

Back in the car, as you both decided it was better to steer clear of that scene for a while, Justin kissed you tenderly and enveloped you into his arms. It was a little uncomfortable to lean over from the passenger side, but worth it to feel his comforting touch. 

“Sorry my friends are assholes, babe.” 

“It’s fine, so long as you never get that way.” 

“I promise, I’m no hypocrite.” He pulled away from the hug and leaned his forehead against yours, before you pulled each other into the back seat…



Holy Carp! Even though this looks simple, it actually took me HOURS to compile and make! Q//w//Q Honestly, I never thought TK could make this many friends in the Multiverse! I wanted to answer them all individually but I couldn’t catch up! QAQ I also thought it might be fun draw you all together! <3 <3 <3 NYAAAAAAAAAH! Words can never describe how much this means to CTK and me as his semi-creator!(because Sans originally belongs to Toby Fox and not meh~) seriously I have no other words to put into this! IT’S TOO SWEET! GEEZUS CRIES! 

And from this day, TK now has a reason to keep protecting the Timelines.

I will post all of your submissions shortly! XD Again, Thank you dear Sunshines! <3 <3 <3 <3

@vipeejunior7 @fairytail78forever @nyehkou-san @zeroa5raven @inkzsanzblog @felicia-ng @nyanmira @violetstar264(OHNO! I FORGOTTHE EYE TATTOO AHHHHH!!!) @eevee-lee @sansgirl9001

For those whom I have missed! I WILL TRY TO CATCH UP DRAWING MY REPLIES TO YOU!!! >///A///< Make no mistake about that! <3 You are all wonderful and your care and support is the reason I want to keep doing what I love! Q//w//Q 

The Broken Halves of a Whole

A/N: What would happen if Sasuke had kept insisting that Naruto give him a proper answer of what exactly the term ‘friend’ entail for him? 

They were lying battered and bruised on the ground. The world around them was dark and the stumps of their arms were bleeding slowly out into the mud. 

”Why do you say these things?” Sasuke asked. 

”… What things?” 

”You say you did all this for me because I’m your friend…” Sasuke turned to Naruto, his eyes narrowed to hide the vulnerability he felt as he spoke. ”But how can you still call me your friend when –” 

Naruto would probably have lifted a hand to silence him if he could. As it was, all he could do was to turn towards Sasuke and shush him. 

”You are my friend,” he said and gave Sasuke a soft smile. “And that’s that.” 

”But you are not mine,” Sasuke said. 

The words were spoken so softly that at first he thought he hadn’t said it out loud. But when he saw Naruto’s eyes swim with confusion and beginning hurt he realized he’d said it out loud. 

”You’re not my friend,” he repeated, the words pressed out between teeth clenched in agony. Not from his missing arm, no, but from emotional agony. The feeling of his heart breaking was something he’d hoped he would never feel again. He had guarded himself against it as best he could but in the end he had been unable to stop it. He closed his eyes briefly and tried to collect himself. 

”You’re much more than that,” he said. ”So much more…” He turned away. 

“Sasuke,” Naruto whispered. “I…” 

Sasuke waited for him to say more, but his voice died out. He turned to see if he was still awake, only to find that his gaze was fixed intently upon him. He found himself unable to look away. 

It was said that when the fists of two shinobi of immense strength met, they could see into each other’s heart. But at that moment they did not need to meet fists. Sasuke could see into Naruto’s heart simply by looking into his eyes. He closed his eyes briefly to blink away tears and when he opened them again Naruto was still watching him. His eyes had become a little wet too, but he didn’t try to hide it. 

“Naruto…” Sasuke said. His voice came out slightly rusty. 

“I was unable to cut you out of my life… out of my heart. Now you’ve reduced me to this… to nothing…” He whispered the last words: “I hope you’re happy.” 

“Sasuke…” Naruto tried to inch closer but winched in pain. “Don’t say shit like that… Come on, look at me.” 

Sasuke stared up at the sky. “It’s dawn already,” he whispered. 

“Sasuke… Listen to me…” When Sasuke neither moved nor spoke, Naruto continued. 

“You mean a lot to me… A lot more than…” He hesitated, like he had difficulty finding the words. 

“I might not be good at expressing myself always. I might say things that… Maybe they mean more than they seem…” He tried to inch a tiny bit closer. 

“Please, look at me,” he pleaded. 

 Sasuke turned his head slowly and was surprised to find how much closer Naruto suddenly was. 

“When I say that you’re like a friend to me…” Naruto’s voice lowered slightly and his eyes flickered briefly to Sasuke’s mouth. 

“I say it only because I can’t find words to describe what I really feel.” 

The first rays from the rising sun broke free over the horizon. The day was chasing the shadows away. Sasuke could see Naruto’s face more clearly. His hair was dirtied and matted and his skin was purple and blue, but his eyes were as clear and fierce as always. 

“Why?” Sasuke whispered. 

He still couldn’t understand what was happening between them. His heart felt wrung out and vulnerable when he was together with Naruto, but at the same time he felt so incredibly at ease with him. Although there had been three years of absence between them, and even though their interactions before that mainly were of a hostile nature, they both still regarded each other as friends. Close friends even. How? It made no sense. Naruto should, by all means, have given up on him long ago. He should have realized he was a lost case like everyone else had and turned his back on him. For his own good. Just look at where they were now. Both missing an arm… 

“Why are you so fucking stupid,” Sasuke bit out. 

Naruto tried to move closer, his face contorted with pain. 

“Don’t,” Sasuke growled. “You’re making it worse…” 

Naruto wriggled closer despite Sasuke’s words. Finally he was so close that their shoulders touched. He was panting from the strain. The tip of his nose was barely inches from Sasuke’s. 

“If we die here,” Naruto said. “At least you’ll be the last thing I see.” 

Sasuke had to fight the stupid tears that somehow had become impossible to control. 

“And that’s all that matters.”

Scandal re-watching : 106

30 sec into it and I’m already dead -again

How could people still not be convinced that they are endgame after this episode ??? I mean he almost got her pregnant by holding a baby in his arms and breathing a little too close to her in an elevator ?! 

anyway I don’t have words to describe the way they make me feel, so I’ll just be posting gifs : 

why are you here ? you can’t be here

ps I’M SO F GLAD YOU’RE HERE!!! despite everything that happened she trusts him and she needed to see him as much as he did 

this is why you fired me ?

he’s got something I could work with 


you’re gonna need to earn it 

sit there and watch me earn you  -oh boy :’) 

why didn’t I meet you sooner ? what kind of a coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up ?

Just go in your room and close the door and we pretend this never happened 

let’s be inappropriate 

Take of you cloths 

so far beyond the Governor Grant crap, indeed 

I’m a man in love with an incredible woman 

Just stand here with me for one minute. Let’s not go back in there and talk or think or - For one minute we just stand here and I’m not the candidate and you’re not the campaign fixer, we’re just us. For one minute. Just stand here with me. 


“One minute” 

I love how this became their thing and kept giving throughout the years 

Actually I’m gonna add some other cute quotes because this ep was a f Olitz-goldmine and I’ll never be over it 

you two seem to be doing much better -her voice being a tad too high-pitch   at the end lets out just how much she didn”t mean that^^

Fitz : “you take the opposition research and you put it in the garbage, we play the rest of the campaign above board, win or lose”

Olivia : *aroused* 

they’re so on the same page. #TeamOlitzagainsttherestoftheworld :’) 

“you two need to be a couple, believable, loving dedicated, couple” 

“I would eat breath and live Fitzgeranlt Grant every minute of every day”. well if that’s not dedication then i don’t know what is…

that’s all folk! feel free to add gifs and quotes from the trail because i don’t think any comment is necessary ! I’m gonna go roll in a corner listening to the light for the rest of the evening ;)

me: sometimes i feel like you dont understand how much i am amazed by jongins existence…
friend: no i got it..he’s cool..
me: *gasps*
friend: oh no
me: he is not just “cool” i think he is so much more than cool he is hard working and talented and he is sweet he likes babies he likes the elderly he loves his family and friends and he loves animals he loves his fans no matter what they look like or if they are male or female or something else or nothing at all he has said many times he loves his dark skin he hates fat shamers and he doesnt care about superficial things and isn’t materialistic i mean god damn for years he carried around his stuff in paper bags even though he literally looks like a god and could probably pay off my college tuition but he doesnt try to make himself seem special or stand out although he stands out anyway just because of how amazing he is i mean everybody that has ever met him has even said he’s so polite and dedicated and talented and cute and-
friend: ok woman i got it he’s a great person pls-
me: *gasps again*
friend: jfc
friend: im leaving

anonymous asked:

Can I please ask for 2D just being cared for and loved,,,, his S/O reassuring him that he is a good person and that they love him,,, please I NEED it

A/N: I think we all need this, and just so everyone is clear this is written in second  person (also in advance the ending kinda went to shit and I want death)

“Do you really love me?”

It was another normal night for you and 2D.

Murdoc had gone out to some party for the evening, Noodle was already asleep, and Russell was practicing drums in the studio, leaving you two in the living room having a horror movie marathon. 

But something felt off, 2D hadn’t seemed to be enjoying the movie that much, even though he really loves a good scary film, his mind seemed to be else where.

“Stu? Are you okay?”

He tilted his head slightly up from your lap where it previously rested. His expression just seemed so dull, and sad. But that quickly changed once his eyes met your’s.

“Nothings wrong love, what makes you think that?” He said, a little too fast, and in a little too happy of a tone.

Raising an eyebrow you look at him with a more serious face, “Don’t even try that with me, I know you too well. Now what’s wrong?”

He sighed, knowing that what you said was true. There was no point in lying or hiding, since you could see right through it. “It’s just…” 2D sat up taking your hands in his, not making eye contact. “It’s just, (Y/N) do you really love me?”

By the sound of the light gasp that left your lips, he could already tell you didn’t like the question, and when he looked up he could confirm his theory with the hurt expression that laced your face.

“Stuart Pot, how could you ask such a question?” He slightly flinched at the use of his full name. 

“I-I…I didn’t mean to offend you I-I was just-” You stopped him, taking your hands out of his, lifting them to his face, cupping it so he would have no choice but to look at you. 

“Stu, look at me.” His eyes slowly turned towards you, “Words can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. How much you’ve made me smile. How much you’ve made me laugh, and all the joy you’ve brought into my life. So yes, I really do love you, and don’t you ever, and I mean ever, second guess my feelings for-” You were cut off by two long arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.

“(Y-Y/N), I’m…I’m sorry. It just, how do I deserve someone like you?”

“I could ask you the same. But enough of this topic okay? It’s almost 2 AM, we both should get some sleep, how does that sound?”

“Fine with me, but I’m to lazy too leave the couch.” And with that, he pulled you down with him so you were still cuddled close to each other. “Goodnight love.” His only response to that was a quiet mumble. “I love you~”

“Love you too, now sleep.” You say back, resting your head on his chest as both of you drift off.

There Aren't Words...

I wish there was a stronger word than Love.
I wish an embrace could be closer than a hug.
I can only say that I love you so much
Until the words just don’t mean enough.

-there aren’t enough words to describe how much you mean to me

the equation of love (pt. 3)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 8,452

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Power Couple (Part 5)

*Requested: Power Couple part 5 (this is from Minho’s perspective). Enjoy.*

Sweat dripped from her nose down to the ground and it made me want to kiss her. Usually sweat and klunk like that is gross but for some reason, everything about Y/N is perfect. Everyday there’s a part of me that worries about her leaving me for some other shank like Gally or someone. But she always comes back to me and I could never tell her how grateful I am for that.

The reason there’s sweat is because we just had to control a Runner who got stung. That would be weird any other day in the Glade but this one was asking for it. He went out at night and somehow found himself stung. Nobody knows what’s going on but Y/N and I just ran over and tackled him. She was straddling him and pinning his arms up above his head and for some reason it made me jealous.

“Babe, he’s unconscious,” I said and threw the rock I hit him with back onto the ground.

“I know, but imagine how happy he’d be if he knew the only girl in the Glade was in this position with him,” she said and I couldn’t help but laugh at her humor.

“Right, but it makes me jealous and honestly a little turned on and right now isn’t the right time,” I said, leaning down and whispering it in her ear.

She blushed but smiled confidently at the same time before letting our lips brush against each other.

“Later I’ll have you in the same position, and you won’t be unconscious, I promise,” she whispered back and I fully attached my lips to hers, savoring the taste of them.

“Now let’s get this slinthead to the Med-Jack hut,” she said and stood up, brushing herself off and standing tall.


The day was over and the Y/N and I had completely forgotten about the new Greenie. We had to cancel our private plans and go to the Bonfire, me angry at my lack of alone time with her after her promise, and her excited to meet the new kid and have some of Gally’s drink.

We scanned the crowd, my arm around her waist. She just felt good to have on my arm, not just because I knew all the other shanks wished they could switch places with me, but because we know my arm belongs there. She feels just right in my arms and I wouldn’t ask for it any other way.

Y/N spotted the Greenie first and pointed him out. He was skinny but tall, and he was already blending in with the other guys, drinking and laughing.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Y/N said and started walking towards the Greenie.

“Don’t let him fall in love with you!” I said back and watched as she winked at me reassuringly before jogging over to him. There was just something about watching her jog that always got to me. No matter where she was, there was always that determined Runner in her. I hated to see her jogging away from me, but it’s not that it’s an unfamiliar sight. She’s the fastest Runner in this shuck Glade.

I focused my attention on the guys around me, laughing and having a conversation about some dumb thing Chuck said today. I listened in and soon found myself laughing along with them, the buzz of Gally’s special recipe flowing through my body steadily.

Then I heard my name in a low murmur that ran across the whole group. I shot my eyes up and instantly went on a search for my girl. There she was, struggling to push the Greenie off of her. I dropped my jar and barely heard it shatter as I ran over to her.

“Minho-” she said and all I did was nod before I pushed the Greenie onto the ground.

“Did you just touch Y/N?” I spat and he seemed to suddenly sober up and start shaking.

“I asked you a question shank!” I yelled and the Greenie frantically nodded. I let one punch hit his face hard before standing up.

“Touch her again and you won’t be alive when I’m done with you,” I said and walked towards Y/N, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her with everything I had. The other Gladers were quiet as I held her hand and walked with her. I would’ve picked her up but I knew she wanted to walk off on her own. That’s the kind of girl I fell in love with. Tough, determined, and absolutely perfect.

“Are you okay?” I asked when we made it to a small corner in the Homestead. She nodded quickly before grabbing my head and kissing me, fast and passionately. I felt her thanks in every second of the kiss.

“Anything I do with you, there’s a spark,” she whispered and I wanted to say so badly how much I love her, but I couldn’t form a single string of words that could begin to describe how I felt.

“You are the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning, Y/N. And you’re the only thing that makes me want to stay up all night and I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me and how you save me everyday with just the way that you are but I can’t,” I said desperately, kissing her in between words.

“I love you,” she whispered and I smiled at her.

“Ready to pin me down?” I asked and she laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist and walking us out.


Please excuse the fact that I haven’t had a shape up in weeks. Today was my first post op appointment and I finally got to see what my chest looks like without the drains and and (most of) the bandages of. There are no words to express how I feel. I’m sure you can see the joy in my eyes. I’ve waited so long for this moment. Spent countless hours on YouTube and instagram looking at all of the folks who have gone through this step before desperately wishing I could be in their shoes and now my moment finally came. I’m overjoyed with my results I think my chest looks great. 2017 just keeps coming with the blessings. Shoutouts to Dr. Rockmore! He did an amazing job. Thank you to everyone who has checked up on me it means so much. This body has been a prison for so long and the only word to describe how I feel now is liberated. I have things to look forward to now. And if you would’ve told me that I could feel this sense of joy 12 years ago I wouldn’t have believed you. Anyway here’s to 2017 and shirtless summers and lots of douchey instagram pics. ☺️🎉🍾 #wepoppinthebiggestbottles

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Yet Another TFLN Meme

[Text]: it glows. i had to have it.
[Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me?
[Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food”
[Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack
[Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions
[Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension
[Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs
[Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted.
[Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang.
[Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.”
[Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
[Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
[Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night.
[Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less.
[Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!”
[Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
[Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh.
[Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job
[Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything
[Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk.
[Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally
[Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. You’re a champ.
[Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard”
[Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money.
[Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car.
[Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it
[Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me
[Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology
[Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded
[Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life
[Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…

About This Project

This survey is about how language is crossing borders and cultures to build relationships and a better understanding of the world around us. No matter how we build our connections, fandom has helped many build relationships and grow as individuals. I want to share your love of fandom, and mine, with other cultural and linguistic anthropologists. This is for a grad project at my university, Arizona State University.

I am not collecting names or usernames and will only refer to these answers as statistics. None of the answers have been marked as required because I do not want to force anyone to answer something they don’t want to. I hope that you answer all the questions because it will help me to catalog and understand the future ahead for fandom and our ever growing culture.

Please, I ask that you answer every question to the best of your ability. Describe as much as you can. Think of this like a conversation. I want to get to know you. I want to know your struggles and your successes. I want to know how much fandom means to you. It would mean a lot if you could share this with me, and with others.

If you are unable to find a word in English, please use your native language. There is no need to write like you do for school. Write like you normally do. :)

The survey can be found here.

MC x Mitsunari

“I wish there were words that fully described how much you mean to me.“ 


A frustrated huff left his lips as he crumpled the paper in his fist, tossing yet another draft into the bin.

Words always came so easily to him; he was surrounded with them in fact, his private chambers consisting of nothing but shelves upon shelves of books, confidential documents stacked neatly on his desk.

If he thought about it enough, he could remember all the times he’d stayed up reading, memorizing annotations and criticizing metaphors, his mind buzzing out of its shell and escaping into another world; places he could truly put himself to rest.

He could write scrolls of his infallible logic overnight, the sharpness of his words and the conviction in his voice weighing down on even the mightiest of lords.

So why was it that when she looked at him with those dreadfully bright eyes, he felt the ice in his veins crack, the millions of snarky remarks on the tip of his tongue melting into ink.

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The Maze Runner - love letters


Dear (Y/N),
I love you for so many reasons, big and small and all of them are wonderful. I love you for all he special qualities that make you one of a kind. The only one in the world for me. I love you for the things you do that bring such special meaning to my life. I love you for the silent times when your eyes and arms tell me all I want to know.
I love you, just because I do.
Because now in the deepest part of my heart. A place where there was nothing before. There is love. A true and deep love. You make me complete. I promise one day I’ll be brave enough to tell you my feelings from face to face.
Your secret admirer


you never fail to amaze me. Everyday there is something new that makes me love you even more than the day before. You are the best thing that happened it my life, because no one else makes me happy like you. I usually don’t get attached to easily, but that changed when I met you.
To be honest I’m too scared to tell you how I feel from face to face. Maybe I’m scared, because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want.
You give me a feeling I can’t put into words. I love you from the bottom of my heart.
Your slinthead


Girl of my dreams,
the boys told me that to make you fall in love I hand to make you laugh, but every time you laugh I’m the one who falls in love. I love that feeling that I get when I see your smile. I’ve fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious. I’ve fallen for our jokes, which I’ll remember days later and burst into laughter.
I’ve fallen for you how you can make my day better, even if I wanted to cry and yell at everyone a minute before. I’ve fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave me wanting more.
A shuck face in love


Lovely (Y/N),
I love you more than words can show. I think about you more than you could ever know, until forever this will be true, because there is no one I would ever love the way I love you. Maybe it’s the way you make me feel special in your near.
I love my eyes when you look into them. I love my name when you say it. I love my heart when you touch it. I love my life when you are in it. I could write you a million words and not a single one of them would be able to describe how much you mean to me.
I’m totally in love with you.
Just a boy with a dream


Beautiful girl,
I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you are the one that I love, and can’t let you go. I can’t promise to fix all of your problems, but I can promise you won’t face them all alone. I’ll be by your side until the day I die.
This entire letter sounds probably cheesy, but I just want to let you know how much I love you. I’m too afraid to be rejected, then I would tell you everything I wrote from face to face.
A boy in love