okay end story

Its inevitable, high school is gonna end, we are gonna move to different towns. We aren’t going to see these people everyday anymore, we have six months left together. Six more months of lunches 5 days a week at the same table in the same room in the same school. About 150, give or take a few, days until we graduate and leave this school forever. 4 years of our lives is done. And some people might think that this is a dark depressing thought, that in six months we will leave our best friends behind and move on to another part of our life story. But I think there is a difference between me and someone who thinks this is dark and depressing. You, who thinks this is a dark thought who doesn’t want to hear it, you are probably scared, terrified for the inevitable future that awaits you. And thats perfectly fine, be scared to leave your best friends, that fear is going to drive you to make the most out of these last six months together. Its going to make you want to go out and go to games, dress crazily for spirit weeks, not give a crap about what other people in the school think because you are enjoying yourself for the last time with these people. The difference is I am okay with me and my friends splitting up. I have seven best friends and we hang out all the time. I know that these people are going to be the ones I can count on, these people are going to be with me for the rest of my life, most likely the ones I want to have in my wedding. There is going to be distance put in between us and it will be hard to talk. Seven different people, seven different schedules, seven different towns, finding the time for everyone to talk will be so hard but I’m not worried. These are the people that I know I can count on, that will call me out when I’m lying and will help me through a bad day. I know that we might be able to talk everyday, and I think I’m okay with that because I know that these are the types of people that I don’t need to talk to everyday because  I know that they will always be there for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to talk to them, believe me I am, but it means that I will be okay if there comes a point where everyone is too busy to talk everyday. Now with all this being said, and how I am not scared, that doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of these six months, I will. I will enjoy every moment that we spend together, every lunch, every dinner at my house, every song played on my guitar in my room, every old movie watched together, every car ride blasting music. I’m going to love every minute of it, but I know that I will be okay when it comes to the point where all of that is just a memory. I will be okay when we all  leave, yes I will be heartbroken but I know that we will always find our ways back to each other.
I think more seniors need to understand this. People think when high school is over they end a book, they think of there life as a book series, but its not, its one long novel. High school is just a chapter in it, and just because the chapter is over doesn’t mean the main characters cease to exist. Yes new characters come into the story, but the main ones will always be there, maybe not like they were before, and maybe not in the next chapter, but they will come back into the story. It might be years down the line, but the people who are supposed to be in your life, have a way of coming back. These are your best friends, the people you meet in high school and if your lucky they will be there for the rest of your life.
—  Something I said during my religion class today
Worst Parts of Mystic Messenger

not interacting with v more on jumin’s route

not knowing enough about v and his backstory

not enough v 

anonymous asked:

How about an imagine where f student and m tc are going on an overseas class trip? they sit next to each other on the plane and shenanigans ensue.

TC Plane Imagine.. NSFW!

July 2017, an overseas class trip was planned for 15 students. You were heading to Spain for 2 weeks. It was a relatively loosely planned trip, there were a few scheduled tours, and a few dinners; but the students attending were allowed free roam. So long as they checked in and stayed with at least one other person. You would be going to Barcelona; and, as luck would have it your crush would be attending…As a chaperone.  Your crush just so happened to be one of the 3 teachers who would be supervising the trip. The flight would take about 10 hours from the state you lived in. You arrived at the airport last, laughing nervously as your teacher smirked at you, teasing your for being late. You stood next to him, nudging him with your shoulder. The teachers led their groups over to security checks, making sure the children assigned to them were all together. The security process was rather dull, but your [TC] being there made it bearable.

Once that was over, you trekked across the airport to hopefully make it your gate on time. The teachers in charge of group numbers 1 and 2, went through boarding first. The plane this time was 4 seats across the body of the plane. Your teacher sent in the first 4 students in the group into the plane first, as though to make sure you two had gotten to sit next to each other. The plane was rather cold, but that was to be expected. You zipped up your light hoodie, as you pressed your way into the plane, closely following your teacher. In your row, there was an elderly couple; already looking sleepy. You sat closer to the window, and your [TC] on the chair next to you of course.

It took around 30 minutes until the plane was off the ground. The cabin was dark, most of the windows shuttered and most lights off. It was a 10 hour flight, and most everyone was settling in to sleep. The people across the aisle were already leaned against each other, peacefully sleeping. You noticed your teacher was still awake, scanning the plane seeing who was sleeping and who wasn’t. You decided to settle in too, pulling out the fleece blanket you had brought along. You reached up to flip off your own light; and close the window. You tapped [TC/N]’s shoulder, and lifted up the blanket. He smiled and nodded, spreading the blanket over the both of you. He gave you a mischievous look, a smirk spreading across his lips. He leaned his head against the back of his chair and used his hand to lean your head on his shoulder. You, welcomed the movement burying your face into him. He smelled so sweet as usual.

You felt his right hand rest on your thigh under the blanket, his left flipping off his own light. His fingers gently traced patterns onto your thigh, idly slipping closer and closer to your inner thigh. As he got closer you sighed softly, eyes meeting his gaze. He grinned at you and slid his hand between your legs. He rubbed the back of his hand against the outside of your jeans, safely hidden by blanket. You gasped, and bit your lip.. Understanding what that look he gave you early met. He raised an eyebrow, asking if you were alright with what he was doing~. You nodded, biting your lip.. The thrill of being caught only added to the experience.. Your spread your legs- allowing him to rub against you more. The warmth of his hands felt so good on your sex.. You couldn’t help but sigh sweetly against him. He looked over at you, planting a kiss atop your head, enjoying playing with you..

His fingers trailed up to your zipper unzipping your pants to allow himself more access..  He pressed his large hand against your panties, feeling the arousal growing in your pants.. He rubbed harder against the thin material, earning a soft moan from you.. You brought a hand to your mouth, not wanting to be caught.. Your [TC] grinned at you, and slid his hands down your panties, rubbing circles against your clit. You sighed heavily, shifting your hips against him. His fingers slipped closer to your entrance, noting the way you sighed and squirmed under his touch. His finger slid inside of you.. You let out a quiet moan as he curled his finger against your sweet spot, adding another finger. His fingers pressed in and out of you..

You were breathing rather heavily, heat pounding, an ache growing in the pit of your stomach. His thumb continued to rub your clit as he fingered you under the blanket. You felt yourself getting closer to climax.. His hand felt so good against your sex.. You gasped as you felt a lovely orgasm pass through you. You shuddered, toes curling in your shoes.. Waves of pleasure rolled off of you; you buried your face into your [TC’S] arm, covering up the whimpers coming from you. His hand continued to rub and press against you, as your rode out your climax.. He continued his movements for a moment before sliding out of you, making sure to zip your pants up.. He rubbed his hand once more over your jeans, before replacing his hand at your thigh..

You looked up at him, face flushed from the previous events.. He kissed your forehead and smirked at you.. He moved his hand from your thigh and around your waist. He tugged you closer to him, letting you rest against him more. You kissed his neck, before laying against him. You slowly walked your fingers over to his crotch, feeling his arousal with your hand… ;)


Rowan and Thorne are currently what floats my boat lol

okay but think about that day that digory had to move out of his childhood home.

he had spent so many years living next to polly, spending at least a few minutes every day together. they were hardly ever separated. digory had been heartbroken when he found out that he was to move out of his childhood house, his home, far away from his best friend. he could hardly stand when he’d heard the news from his joyous mother who had pounced on him with the information as he walked through the front door. his cheeks, flushed from having returned from a hardy game of rugby with polly and a few other neighborhood children, paled as he processed the news.

for a few days, you mean.

no, forevever!

his chest tightened, breathing restricted, head dizzied. swaying, he gently lowered himself onto the small, battered loveseat they owned.

why? how?

uncle andrew passed. your father is returning. he’s a rich man now. with a rich man’s home!

misery swept over him. he couldn’t leave. not to that great home he had heard so much of. he couldn’t leave his home. he couldn’t leave polly. he stared. dumbfounded was an understatement. his mother stared. she was healthy, happy. father would be returning from india. they would be a family again. but at the cost of leaving his best friend and their great adventure behind.

that’s great. a false smile plastered on his face. he hated lying to his mother. wow…this is…wow. i’m speechless. that was no lie.

satisfied, his mother scurried out, mumbling about needing to pack up as soon as possible and how they would accomodate his father and hiring some local laborers to transport their things to the country. digory remained on the loveseat, stunned.

he eventually snapped out of his revery. it was hours later as the light seeping in through the open window had begun to dim. he aimlessly wandered out of the house and only realized after arriving to those familiar eroded stone steps that his wandering hadn’t been so aimless.

laughter peeled through the air as polly stepped through the door. her head was turned away from him shouting out something over her shoulder. laughter bubbled out of her throat at the response. she shook her head as she chuckled softly, closing the front door behind her. her mood immediately sobered as she noticed her friend’s somber mood.

something happened. there was no question about it.

i’m leaving.

a pause. she sat next to him. then: to the big home?

she had heard about the big home as much as he had. yes. he couldn’t trust himself to say more. he wanted to scream. he wanted to cry.

you’ll be far.

again, yes.

another pause. she leaned her head on his shoulder. then, okay.

digory’s head swiveled. she didn’t sound or look sad. did she not care that he, her best friend, will be moving kilometers away from her? anger and frustration stirred in him. how could she be so flippant about his moving? how could she just forget him, forget them, so suddenly?

but even in his strengthening look of ire and hurt, polly remained calm as she lifted her head to look at him directly. he looked closer. there was sadness, a deep sadness, well hidden from those that didn’t know her better. but mostly he saw calm. he saw understanding, and a bit of hope.

it’s okay. the story hasn’t ended yet. we still have some time until we get to happily ever after. distance doesn’t end friendships, they make them stronger.

he was dubious, but he trusted polly, trusted her with his life. she was smarter and more confident than him. he knew he should listen to her.

and so he packed and packed and packed. until the day he had to leave came.

as the laborers moved box after box out of the house, he sat in the middle of his now-bare bedroom. the drapeless window remained wide open. across from him, also sitting on the floor, polly smiled wanly. she was surrounded by the familiar contents of her room: opened books strewn across her desk, notes and sketches and hastily-written poems pinned up on her wall, the quilt mrs kirke had made for her neatly folded on her bed.

they sat there for what must have been hours yet felt like a mere few minutes.

digory, honey, we’re leaving.

digory stood. polly remained on the floor. they had said their formal good-byes earlier.

polly lifted a hand waving slightly at digory’s retreating back.

he was silent throughout the entire trip. he was silent while his mother and father chartered on and on to him about the many great activities to do out in the country, the tutors they could pay to live with them and help him study to complete his secondary education, the many holidays polly and her family could spend in their spacious new home. digory heard almost none of it.

dutifully following his parents across the great expanse of land that led to their new house, digory focused on putting one foot in front of the other. he didn’t care about the horses he could ride or the rooms he could explore or the swims he could take in the lake. he only cared that he wasn’t in the home he had always known, the home he had only known.

digory, there seems to be a letter here dictated for you. it doesn’t say who it’s from.

how curious. he had just arrived to this house. who could possibly have sent him a letter?

breaking the seal, he found a small note and a seed. an apple seed. he knew that seed. he hungrily read over the few words scribbled on the slip of paper. thought this was a better way to keep our otherworldly adventure closer to you.

he should have been happy that polly had thought to do such a kind gesture. but it hurt. he ached. he was far, so far from everything he had shared with her. it was all a memory now. a very distant, very sad memory.

“This is the oldest poster we have hanging up,” murmured the General, “So cheesy.”

“But you love it.”

The old soldier smiles. “I do.”

When Things Fell Apart: Part Three

​- okay so it was highly requested, again I am surprised but let’s go with it - 


Walking away my eyes focused on this box. What was inside? Was it something significant to me or to the both of us? But more than anything else was Liz apologising when I turned away. How her own son was afraid to admit to his faults, but was she just trying to comfort me? Probably. I came all this way because she asked me to, I did it with some hesitation but not a lot- did I secretly want to see him again? Probably. Will I let this affect my feelings? No.

Once I was around the corner I lent against a wall and rang for a taxi to take me to some hotel for the night, my flight was early hours in the morning so I’ve got a while to kill. As I finished talking I put my phone in my pocket and saw a familiar dog run towards me, at first I was apprehensive, doubting if I were correct. But then the joyful bark and lick on my wrist made me believe I was right.

“Molly?” I bent down in front of her, stroking her fur and forgot how much I missed her. Glancing up I stood back up, brushing off her fur from my black jeans and smiled. “Hey Andy.” I half smiled, Andy never made much of a scene about the breakup, he was upset yes but didn’t address it with as much force as Liz did.

After greeting me Molly kept brushing her head against my hand, whining as she did so. “Looks like someone missed you as well.” He joked and I went down to her level, allowing her to lick my cheek like she used to first thing in the morning. “We, we miss you.” Andy spoke up and I could make out the sad smile on his face if I squinted, blocking out the sun. Standing up I opened my arms and gave him a hug, being aware to keep the box tight in my grip. As I pulled away he had that look like the others did at the locket. It held sorrow but also gratitude, uneasy I placed my hand on it, unsure what else to do.

“How’s everything been?” I asked, trying to feel comfortable about the matter but struggled to make small talk with someone I used to play games with when I couldn’t sleep from jet lag. He shrugged his shoulders, “Different.” A simple statement that said more than he intended. “I mean Molly misses you, she misses you a lot and Liz talks about you when Luke’s not home with her.” The almost spat out the last bit of the sentence and I was taken back by this. Raising an eyebrow to his remark he shook his head, “It’s not been easy, finding out things.” All I could do was nod before glancing back to Molly who continued to pant loudly.

“Guess there’s only room for one dog eh Mol?” I mumbled under my breath but Andy proceeded to laugh. Immediately I felt embarrassed, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” I covered my head with my free hand. Letting out a deep sigh I exposed my face to the bright sunlight yet again, “I haven’t really spoke about it, at all.” He brought me into another tight hug, similar to the one Liz gave me.

“Take care of yourself.” He spoke up and patted my shoulder, “And do as my wife says with that box, wait until you’re going home.” With that we exchanged goodbyes and he and Molly were off back home, leaving me with more pieces of the puzzle to connect.

Once I got into the taxi I couldn’t help but fiddle with the latch on the box, examining the hinges and the slightly chipped edges, seeing where it had been marked or scratched. Curious to how old or new it could actually be. Yet I had a word to keep, I stopped running my fingers over the smooth wood and placed it next to me instead, glancing at my phone ignoring the sea of notifications before locking it once again. 

Arriving at the hotel I quickly checked in, keeping low key and not expecting any form of attention. Yet since the break up people can’t help but address me from time to time about my feelings, my appearance, about my friends who I’m seen with. Everyone’s a suspect, it leaves me with little security. A gentle tap on my shoulder alerted me and as I turned two girls faced me with opposite expressions written across their faces. 

The girl with dark brown hair flipped her hair behind her shoulder, phone close to hand and kept a straight face, seeming unimpressed. Whereas the other girl struggled to contain her excitement, there had been few occasions where people, fans of Luke’s band wanted to meet me as well as him. Most of the time I offered to take photos on their behalf and ensure they had a genuine experience, yet now with no one else it felt awkward. 

“Hi?” I spoke up to the two girls unsure on what to say as I slipped my phone into my pocket and held my room key tightly as I stayed pressed against the reception desk. 

My name was practically squealed from the enthusiastic girl and I squinted at the sound, apprehensively nodding she engulfed me in a hug, unsure what to do her friend pulled her away obviously embarrassed by the situation due to the light crimson that crossed her cheeks. “Sorry, I just,” She pushed her hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath. “I always wanted to meet you and I’m really sorry about you and Luke.” A sympathetic smile was displayed and I half smiled back, still trying to process what was happening here. 

“Thank you, it’s lovely to meet you guys. You just in the area?” No matter how I look or come across I want it to be pleasant for these people, they don’t deserve sly comments or arrogance. 

They both nodded and told me how they were shopping when they thought they recognised me, “But don’t worry, no one else knows.” I mentally let out a sigh of relief, my plan was to be low key, go unnoticed and then slip back into my everyday life. “Is that the locket?” Brunette motioned to her friend as she raised an eyebrow to my locket which I defensively covered with my hand. 

“How’d you know about my locket?” I asked, generally curious.

“Luke used to post about it or mention it.” She rolled her eyes and all I could do was nod. “Not over him are you?” I could hear her mocking me in her tone whilst the other girl held sympathy in her eyes. 

Shaking my head I straightened up, “We’ve both moved on for the better, I’m happy that he’s found someone who is right for him.” I practically spoke through gritted teeth whilst forcing a smile. 

They weren’t buying it, I knew in that instance by the forced smiles on their faces and how they avoided eye contact with me. Shortly after we parted ways, I went to the lift and allowed myself to relax but the flash of a camera alerted me and I lost whatever peace may have been temporarily in place. 

Walking out of the lift I kept my head low, no one would know me in some average hotel. People who came to hotels in the middle of the day were there to keep secrets, be scandalous, and remain anonymous. You would see people sneak out one by one from these rooms, re buttoning shirts and ignoring one another or wiping their noses, putting sunglasses on and prepare to face reality. That’s the thing about places like these, it’s a short term get away. 

Opening the door the smell of damp hit me hard, I tried my hardest not to pull a disgusted face but it was a few hours, a few hours and then you’ll be gone. Perching on the edge of the bed I stared at the box I placed on the table next to the miniaturized essentials that I couldn’t stop thinking about with an ongoing sense of curiosity. 

I mean, if I opened it they wouldn’t know. But if both Liz and Andy want me to open it once I leave is it serious? What if it’s a pregnancy test and Arzaylea is pregnant with Luke’s baby? Or if it is a strand of Luke’s hair that his mum cut off? Or a letter from Liz to say goodbye? What if it’s something to do with me? What if? 

Standing up I shoved the box in my bag and decided to go for a shower, freshen myself up before going back to a confined state for the next day in my life. Seeing myself as I went for a shower I wish I looked less disheveled, reflecting on the fact that this is how I presented myself to Luke, to his family and to his fans. Groaning at myself I got into the shower wanting nothing more than to wash away the regret that lingered over being here, the images of Luke looking like he did when I would wake up in the morning during his breaks from tour and the picture of her with him instead of me. How his mum told me he was sorry, he made a mistake. In that moment I wanted nothing more than the pool of water around my feet to grow past my head. 

Allowing the cool air to hit me as I opened the door from the bathroom I walked back into my room, decided some music would distract the moans and cries that could be heard through these thin walls that made my skin crawl. Turning the song up to full blast I lost myself in the moment as I swayed from side to side, completely unaware of it ending and the new song beginning. As the song played I froze, it felt like I was back in front of him again. Except he wore a smile and a suit, held his hand out to me to dance in the evenings after dates under the stars where we would be truly alone without anyone to disturb us. We would laugh and dance badly no matter how much we tried. 

Except as I open my eyes there is no suit, no smiles or laughter. I’m stood alone in a towel in a hotel room, completely and utterly alone. 

Part Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight 

some really lazy doodles of my psyche and eros AU


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Every day,” he said, “we change the world,” which is a nice thought
until I think about how many days and lifetimes I would need
to bring a shoe full of sand home until there is no beach,
until it made a difference to anyone.
Every day, we change the world, but to change the world in a way that means anything,
that takes more time than most people have. It never happens all at once.
It’s slow. It’s methodical. It’s exhausting.
We don’t all have the stomach for it.

listen: few things have devastated me as much as when u find out Liesl’s boyfriend is a nazi and he betrays the entire von Trapp family.

{NaruSasu AU} The Demon and the Vampire, Part I

…let it be known that this is the second fic I’ve started against my will (*glares at letsusura*)

The Demon and the Vampire (working title)

It had taken him six months to track Sasuke down, and another six months to convince the Corps to sell him to Orochimaru as ‘private security’. Naruto had used up all the favours and influence he’d had to get himself sold. And so now, after more than a year, he was finally living under the same roof as his friend again. But to say that Sasuke hadn’t been happy to see him would be an understatement. They’d barely spoken since Naruto had arrived.

Naruto had watched him though, constantly, obsessively. He’d had plenty of contact with vampires, though it felt strange to be in the same room as them without them trying to kill him, or vice-versa; indeed, it was now his job to keep the dozen vamps in Orochimaru’s establishment safe. To keep Sasuke safe. At night during business hours he and the other guards manned the entrance, kept an eye on the salon and bar, and trawled the hallways, ready for problems. He’d already had to forcibly evict several troublesome clients.

On this night he was stationed in the plush, candle-lit salon, and he’d known even before any clients arrived that they were in for trouble. Sasuke was back on rotation, after more than two weeks “off duty”. There he was, lounging in the shadowy corner of the roped-off salon, wearing the same detached, disinterested expression he’d always had. 

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krystalraccoon2002  asked:

Chloe, i have never been baptist *Hugs you tightly* How do u feel about that?

“That’s a personal choice of yours, I don’t feel differently about anyone because of that.”

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