nothing feels right lately

People lately has been telling me that Yuugi doesn’t top in puzzleshipping. 

I tell them how long it’s been and old that starts to sound like. 

They keep telling me Yuugi doesn’t top. 

And I’m just “?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

some nights you just feel so fucking empty,
it doesn’t matter how far you’ve come or
how long it’s been,
your insides just feel hollow,
even if nothing is wrong,
you start to wonder,
i haven’t cried in such a long time but,
isn’t that worse than feeling so numb?
nothing is wrong,
but what is really right?
—  late night thoughts // AH
Edmund x reader: I don't like it when we fight

“Lucy, I just can’t believe he did that!” You fumed, pacing around your friend’s room. Lucy sighed. You and Edmund had been in a rough patch recently, and it seemed like everything he did made you angry.

“I don’t think he meant…whatever he said.” She assured you, trying to sound comforting. You shook your head and brushed her off. Lucy just tried to comfort you even more. “Y/n, I’m serious. You know Edmund loves you.” At That, you let out an annoyed huff. You flopped onto Lucy’s bed and buried your face in her pillow.

“It just feels like nothing has been going right in our relationship lately, Luce. I don’t know what to do!” You felt the mattress sink next to you as Lucy sat down. “Y/n, can I tell you something?” You lifted your head slightly.

“Ever since you and my brother got together, Edmund has been happier than I’ve ever seen him before. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he didn’t used to smile so much, Y/n. You’ve changed him.”

You raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. “Well, I guess all I’m saying is…your relationship is special. Neither of you should take that for granted.”

“But I think I have.”

Both you and Lucy jumped as you heard Edmund’s voice from outside the door. Lucy gave you a ‘I better go’ look and as Edmund opened the door, she scurried out. You bit your lip and sat up to face Edmund.

For a minute, there was complete silence as your boyfriend stood in the doorway, looking at the floorboards. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I’m sorry too.” He replied, cautiously walking over to sit next to you.

“Is that true? I mean, what Lucy said?” You asked, looking him in the eye. Edmund hesitated for a second. Then, his lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah.” He turned his head to face you. “I don’t like it when we fight.” He said softly. “I don’t either.” You agreed.

You and Edmund looked at each other for a second, taking in the other’s features. There was a small pause before he slowly leaned in to kiss you. Your lips brushed against each other very delicately as your eyes fluttered shut. You broke apart slowly, but your eyes remained closed.

Once you opened them again, Edmund had moved closer to you and placed your head on his chest. You listened to his heart beat for a second before looking up at his smiling face.


You had forgotten about Lucy. But you’d deal with her later. Even if it was her room. “I think a thank-you is in order?” She said loudly from the hallway. Edmund chuckled softly and kissed your cheek as he shouted a “Thanks Lu.” to his sister. You didn’t like to fight with Edmund. But you liked making up.

~I don’t really know how I feel about this one, so tell me what you think. If you guys have any requests for imagines involving Narnia, send them to me so I can start writing something new. Thanks again for everything, guys!~

Anyone else feeling the weird vibe of everything lately? Very very hard to explain but nothing feels right. Like an ambiguous cloud that outstretches over everything and everyone

anonymous asked:

98 and 99 for plance? Please?

Alright, here we go, Anon. Two drabbles for the price of one. Enjoy!!

(99) Be careful

Nothing feels right to Pidge.

Of course, nothing has felt right since the Kerberos mission, since she lost both father and brother at once. But lately, nothing feels even less right than usual, which is saying something.

First, Pidge is launched into space without warning, suffering the same fate as her missing family - at least from her mother’s perspective. Then she’s enlisted in a universe-spanning war - a war that’s lasted ten thousand years - against her will.

So Pidge hopes that this time her team can forgive her for leaving. She’ll come back, she tells herself, and it won’t be alone. But this time, she’ll be smarter about it.

Keep reading

Safe and Sound - Kirishima Eijirou

HEY HERE GUYS HAVE AN ANGSTY KIRISHIMA EIJIROU FICLET THAT LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED FOR because nothings better than some late night feelings, right? Right.

There was a change in Kirishima. You had noticed it in the dorms, after he came back from the secret mission he was going with his internship. He had slipped up even telling you that there was a mission, but he refused to tell you any more than that. Now, you were really worried as you watched him shuffle to the stairs with an almost dead look in his eyes.

He had refused to let you see him at the hospital, or when he was getting out, or when he was staying those few days at home. Now? He wouldn’t even look at you.

You followed him as he climbed the stairs and softly called him name.

He stopped. His hand, still bandaged, tightened around the rail he leaned heavily against. He was half way up, back to you, unmoving. You hesitated at the bottom.

“Eijirou,” you called again. Your voice wavered, cracked, as you struggled not to cry.

His shoulders hunched around his ears. “I fucked up,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse. He turned, leaned his back against the rail, foot slipping down to the stair beneath him. His face was red and splotchy and his eyes were welling up with tears. “I can’t do this, what kinda idiot am I?”

You rushed up the stairs as the first broken sob slipped out. You slid your arms around him, stumbling and sitting heavily on the stairs. He fell with you, his head against your chest, burying his face in your thick sweater. “I couldn’t do anything!” he wailed, voice muffled, “I down and out at the start, I completely let everyone down and look what happened!” You cradled his head against your chest as his fingers bunched into your sweater.

“Eiji, you,” you sniffled. You couldn’t think of what to say. He hadn’t told you anything about the mission, about what he was doing. You only knew something bad had happened. You squeezed him. His arms wrapped around your waist and he moved closer to you, pressed his face into your shoulder. Your sweater was soaked. “Eijirou, people fail,” you whispered. His face twisted up as he struggled to control his sobs. “But that’s how people grow. Crimson Riot wasn’t the hero he turned into right when he started. Just like you’re not the boy you were back in middle school.”

You squeezed him tighter and nuzzled your cheek against his hair. His dark roots were starting to come back in. “You’re my hero,” you declared.

He stiffened and sob and squeezed you so tight that your back popped.

You leaned back, pushed his hair out of his eyes, and cradled his cheeks. He tried to pull away from you, muttering that you shouldn’t see him like that. You pouted as you held him tight. “Hey, look at me,” you murmured. He finally met your gaze with bloodshot eyes. You smiled. “You’re my number one hero. No matter what. And until you realize that yourself, I’m gonna be your personal protector from all those negative thoughts in your brain cage.” You gave his head a very gentle shake. His face scrunched up. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

You hesitated and leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. His face turned hot under your lips. “You’re stuck with me forever and ever, Eiji,” you said. You swallowed your nerves, kissed him again, lips flush against his, and quickly pulled him into another hug. “Got it?”

His face found the crook of your neck again. You could feel him grinning. “Got it…”

Just really quick, I havent lost a single follower lol. Like you all know I’m posting nothing lately right ;-; 

What follows is full of feelings lol. 

I just wanted to say thank you to all of you guys, just for you know being around. I know it’s online and you’re never 100% how genuine someone’s words are, but I stand by what I say a lot. It’s just how I am, and well I mean the things I say guys. 

So from the bottom of my heart, [lol totally wanted to say that just once in my life], I appreciate you guys and you dont know how important you are in my life.

Whether I did interact a lot to the ones that I never ever spoke a word to but I saw and liked a lot of your posts. 
Each one of you has had some sort of impact on me and my life and my routine, and basically daily life. 

And I just wanted to say thank you. 

This is a mess but my thoughts are always a mess tbh. uhm that’s it really. Thanks guys. 

So I’m finally watching Steven Universe! I’m a couple episodes in and I’m like



I don’t know why I write poetry anymore. I used to write because it felt right, but lately… nothing feels normal. I’m almost certain that my words… they’re not poetry. I once read that the only way to write poetry is to be honest… and honestly? I no longer write metaphors, I no longer write poems. I have been writing letters, but I have no idea where to send them, or who I should send them to. Every day conversations start to sound the same. I don’t know why you care if I’m okay. I mean do you really mean it? Let’s just cut off these pleasantries. Ask me if my soul is full today. Don’t ask me if I’m okay. Ask my eyes if they have cried lately. Do you ever just get so sad right out of the blue?

I do.

Hi Taylor,

I’ve been feeling so upset lately. Nothing has been going right. Field hockey preseason started, and I’m a goalie, and I’m just not playing as well as I expect myself to. I’m falling behind, and not blocking as much as I should.
Plus, a couple of weeks ago, my friends had a going away party for one of my friends who is entering a foreign exchange student program and going to turkey for a year. I love her so much, but she sent me a link to her blog to stay in touch and not an invitation to her party??? I’m so upset, and now she’s in Turkey, and I feel so alone and worthless.
Also, one of my closest friends left for college last week. I’m so upset that he’s gone. I used to really hate myself and him and the rest of my school drama club built up my confidence and made me realize that I’m actually worth something. I text and talk to him on the phone all the time and he gives me the best advice and always stops whatever he is doing to help me or give me a hug. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. And I don’t want to text him because I don’t want to annoy him while he’s out having fun at college. But I don’t want to be forgotten. He’s one of the best friends I’ve ever had.
And now I’m sitting alone in my basement because all of my friends are in marching band and I’m in field hockey and they’re always out hanging out together while I’m at home. There are only four friends I can think of who have bothered to talk to me since it started. I feel so alone and hopeless and sad and I don’t know what to do. I hope you’re having a better month than I am. I love you.


It was the summer I spent chasing sunburns,
Because I grew addicted to the feeling of shedding my own skin.
Have you ever felt like your own layers were two sizes too small?
Like one day you woke up, and nothing fit right anymore.
Lately, my skin and lungs just feel too tight.
I have no idea how else to explain it.
If I’m a puzzle,
I’d like to rearrange my pieces.
—  sunburns /// april dawn

but what if they noticed that something was wrong with takumi in chapter 10 of conquest?

they don’t notice until after the battle, when takumi’s forces have been beaten and they have time to talk. takumi mentions that he is in pain, and this is when azura notices that there’s something not quite right with him, as she does in chapter 10 of birthright. 

so she sings to him. he rejects it at first, screaming at her to shut up.

“my darling little sister is performing for you,” camilla chastises him because i refuse to accept that azura never existed on her radar before the game starts. “it’s only polite to listen.”

and takumi eventually does, coming to his senses soon enough. he was mostly lucid while under possession – more lucid than he is in the same chapter of birthright, at any rate – but he still feels rather confused and disoriented after recovering. he remembers coming to the port town to subdue nohrian forces, but he doesn’t remember meeting corrin and azura. he notices how exhausted and injured they are, and then he puts two and two together.

“why would you go through the trouble to save someone like me?” he asks azura, unable to meet her gaze. “i’ve been nothing but horrible to you.”

“isn’t it obvious?” she asks in return. “we’re family, even if we aren’t related by blood,” she gestures toward camilla and elise, “just like corrin with them.”

elise is nothing but pleasant to him, because that’s just the kind of person she is. “should i heal him now?” corrin just smiles and nods.

and it goes against everything takumi has been raised to believe – here is a nohrian princess, one of the people whom he believes took corrin away from him, and she’s healing him of her own volition! it doesn’t make any sense, but it feels right in the way that nothing has as of late. “so this is why you sided with them,” takumi says quietly.

and at that moment, corrin discards all propriety and hugs him then and there. “i wasn’t kidding when i said i’d find a peaceful solution to all of this.”

“if this really is the peace you speak of,” he tells corrin, “then this might be our best option.” he tells the people that saved him of hinoka, who’s taken the rainbow sage into custody. “let me go with you,” takumi insists. “i might be able to convince her to back down.”