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A Little Too Much | c.h

this song hurts my heart 

I M A G I N E 

Sun poured itself into the newly renovated kitchen. Ornate on the white tiled ground were shattered pieces of glass, sources that include cups, plates, and a vase. Sink was wooshing with running water, hearing as the pipes swallowed it and sent it to the scariness that was the sewers. The only other sound beside it was the whistling kettle that was searing behind you. 

“A-Andrew, please–!” You whimper, your hands trembling from pure fear. Inches before you was your boyfriend, his cherry face blurred by the tears coating your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to hug that boy, but knew that the idea was far too audacious now. 

“Why the fuck were you at your mothers this weekend?” Andrew growled, his voice hoarse and stern. He slammed his hand on the counter when you remained mute, having you flinch from the sound of the impact. “Answer me, Y/N!” 

“I-I…” You stuttered, too scared to utter any sort of words. The entire situation was comprehensible, and you could barely say a thing. “Sh-she wanted to s-see me, s-s-so I visited the h-house for a bit…” 

“So why did you fucking tell me?” Andrew roared, having you desperate to run from the house as soon as possible. 

“B-because you work so much and hard, I d-didn’t want to di-disturb you…” You cried out, your words barely coming out as a whisper as you hugged yourself. Goosebumps full of fear crawled up and down your arms, feeling your hands tremble in your armpits as you did. 

“You’re such an idiot, Y/N…” Andrew said lowly. “…You deserve to be punished.” Those words jabbed straight to your heart. You blinked a few times, allowing your tears to stream down your cheeks in exchange for clear vision. But your pupils dilated, seeing as your boyfriend’s arm was raised in the air. Slowly, he clenched his hand into a fist, revealing those strong brass knuckles of his. Shutting your eyes once more, you waited for the impact to just–

Punch!


“Miss? Miss!” Voices surged into your head as you quickly refocused yourself. You looked up dizzily, your hands touching the concrete as you felt a sudden throb on your bottom. Your sight was now full of worried stares from strangers. “Are you alright, Miss?” 

“Mm, I am,” you hummed, taking the offered hand from said voice as you were lifted back onto your feet. A woman beside you had offered your phone and items you held, having you take it graciously as you looked around. 

“D’you want me to call anyone?” The man asked, a few bystanders walking away to see the few that remained handle the situation. You nodded your head no, touching your forehead with your hand. You moved a few strands of hair from your face, having the worried faces enlarge their pupils from the motion. 

“Hey, you’re the girl from the news!” A woman exclaimed, pointing at the bandaged wound on your upper cheek. You brought up a trembling hand and touched the bandage, having your heart race from recalling the sudden memory. “What are you doing outside on your own? You should be getting some therapy for that scary experience!” 

“I’m okay,” you said simply, giving them a soft, painful smile as you dusting yourself off. You thanked the worried bystanders before turning around and making you way to home. The people called out softly, offering assistance that you easily ignored. 

It’s been one whole month since the assault. The wound remained damaged, the cut deep into the skull. A bruise purple and blue, like space, had danced around the cut painfully. But there was no more pain emitting from the very thing. Just fear. 

Help was continuously shot to you, having you turn them down with ease. You parents, relatives, friends of all sorts were yearning to give you a hand. But you were far too stubborn, subconsciously flaunting the toughness that resided in your. You hadn’t needed help, but you couldn’t avoid the sadness that dispersed with your sudden loneliness. 

Half of that month was spent weaving your life back together. You went back to work right after your release from the hospital. You were quick to sell the home that once homed two connected hearts. Crawling into a small apartment, you worked long hours to keep yourself distracted. But flashbacks like the ones that occurred can’t help but break your focus. 

Not even you knew if you were ever going to get better. You were on your two feet, but you weren’t standing up perfectly. You were breathing, but you weren’t alive. You were living without actually living. 

‘She’s so strong, isn’t she?’ Voices of many would replay in your mind. Your stubbornness was seen as some sort of strength, which you have kept with for too many days on your own. As much as you wanted to cut it out, you couldn’t. This was your problem, and you believed you hand to deal with it on your own. 

Until Calum Hood showed up into your life. 

Arriving to your apartment, you jingled your keys from your pocket and opened the door, revealing yourself to the gentle scent of coconut oil and vanilla candles. But, you were also suddenly introduced to your patient boyfriend. 

“Y/N!” Calum’s voice rang, having you softly smile at the tall bassist. His torso was hugged in a black baseball shirt, with cotton black pajamas to cover his legs. His raven locks were a mess, likely the case that he just woke up. Or, like he usually does, refuses to fix himself up as he wandered around the small house. His feet were swallowed up by two different socks, one with stripes and the other with polka dots. 

“Calum, did you just wake up?” You asked softly, still outside the doorway as he nodded happily. 

“Like 20 minutes ago,” Calum said with a grin. “I checked the time and knew you were coming soon, so I waited to see you, love.” You smiled, your heart warming to see the gentle being before you. His eyes proved how much he missed you, those pupils enlarging to show how happy he was. 

“You didn’t have to…” You whispered. 

“But I wanted to,” Calum insisted, his eyes gleaming at you. Just watching Calum and hearing his words made you feel warm. He was always so content to see you and handled you with such care. With him, everything was slow and nice, easing emotions into you with no rush. 

When you first met Calum, he was the dolt who managed to drop coffee on your thigh. You watched as the nervous boy fret about it, grabbing several Dunkin Donuts napkins and dabbing your burning thigh. But the pain hadn’t occurred to you once you listened to his worried accent and large almond eyes. 

“Stop standing outside already,” Calum began, offering his large hand out to you. You felt your heart bounce with emotion, seeing his offer as one of the biggest things. He was welcoming you, wanting your existence around without forcing you or pulling you in. It was just a simple hand gesture and it slowly began to mean the world. “Come home.” 

Instantly, you rushed into the doorway and grabbed the boy into your arms. Your fingers grabbed the back of his shirt tightly, feeling the fabric bend between your fingers. You felt your body relax itself from his simple touch, feeling warmth disperse all over you. And, without question, he wrapped his arms around you, knowing why you did what you did. 

“It’s okay now,” Calum cooed, his hand patting your head as he held you. “I’m here now. I’m here, and everything with clear up. I promise.” 

His words felt true. Everything he has ever uttered to you has never gone back. Even with two weeks knowing this boy, you felt so safe around him. It only took him a week to get a kiss from you, and another just to stay in your house. All the scary stuff clears away like fog once he was in the picture. 

“I like you,” you mumbled into his chest, feeling bad that ‘like’ has yet to upgrade to ‘love.’ But you knew he was so incredibly close. With such little time, he has saved you from yourself, and you couldn’t have been any more gracious. From writing you songs to taking you out for dinner on a yacht. He introduced you to Vegemite and bands like All Time Low. Both their music and the actual band. He became the light of your life, saving you from the dark oblivion that was near close to consume you whole. 

“I like you, more,” Calum mumbled, pulling you away to plant a gentle kiss on your wound. “Now, let me make you something to eat, yeah? Our package of Vegemite finally came in.” 

“You’re going to get sick of that stuff someday,” you humored, keeping your tears in as he closed the front door and led you into the kitchen. 

“Sick of that delicious black spread?” Calum began with a smirk. “Someone would have to take my life before that happens.” You giggled, playfully shoving him as he held your hand and led you to eat. 

anonymous asked:

I've been imagining Magnus in your bamf!magnus with guns verse. Someone thought they could fuck with him. Magnus casually torches their house. Alec nuts. The end.

you’re gonna have to be more specific because i have so many magnus with guns verses it’s not even funny anymore

i have absolutely thought about this though and this is making me think of the au where asmodeus is a crime lord of some description who is after magnus. 

it feels like magnus standing at the edge of a huge pool in the backyard of a mansion one of his fathers colleagues owns. a breeze blows through, all the ornate garden lights and the cool light coming off of the pool lighting magnus up, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of whiskey.

the watery light shifts and moves over his face as he stares out over all of the decadence of this place. somewhere outside on the curving driveway, a jag sits, engine still hot, waiting for them. alec is leaning against the trellis behind him, a tooth pick in his mouth and a smile on his lips.

“it’s beautiful isn’t it.” murmured, a deep kind of rumble that carries over the water, a wicked kind of smile curling around the edges of magnus’s lips as he drinks the rest of his whiskey.

“it is.” alec’s voice, echoing behind him, his amusement painfully obvious.

“almost a shame.” magnus said, flippantly and then with no ceremony at all, chucked the fine crystal glass he was holding behind him. it hit the ornate tiles that edge every side of the pool and smashed into a thousand fractured shining pieces.

fifteen minutes later, after sloshed gasoline and a torch thrown into the main hallway, they were leaning against the taillights of the jag, alec’s mouth up against magnus’s neck, the light of the burning house reflected in magnus’s dark brown eyes. he hums, eyelids dipping, sinking his fingers into alec’s hip.

“what i’d pay to see azazel’s face when he finds out.” magnus’s voice was again, a rumble, a smirk on his lips as he stared at the blaze. he could feel alec’s low laughter against his neck, against his shoulder, before those long fingers slid up his jaw. magnus hummed, grinning and turned, pressing into a deep, slow kiss.

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It Started With a Bangkok!

My first stop in South East Asia is Bangkok! I am only here for 2 days because my dad has joined me and my mom did all of the planning. The schedule is packed. I’ll probably be back in a few months though,  since Bangkok is such a hub and also contains “backpacker’s paradise” Khaosan Road (literally a backpacking Las Vegas-type Convention Place that’s been around since before my mom traveled here in the ‘80s) which I haven’t properly explored because I am in “family vacation” mode.

Of course Bangkok is a standard first stop for South East Asian travel. Oh man, it is worlds different from the places I have been in Africa of late. I am so overwhelmed by the intricate details in gold and gems and… beetle wings on every temple or building of importance. 

After juggling jet lag and a quick culture shock, my dad and I started our first full day hoping to see some temples and the Grand Palace. We found a tuk tuk driver and told him which temple we wanted to start with. I showed him on a map and he said he knew where we meant.

15 minutes later, we arrived at what looked like a palace… next to a zoo. And it was a zoo. Buses on Buses on Buses of Chinese tourists were unloading at this location that…wasn’t the temple we pointed to on the map and definitely wasn’t the “Grand Palace.” Turns out it was  The Ananta Samakhom Throne Hall. I have no idea why the driver took us here, but I am glad he did. 

Once my dad and I maneuvered through the sea of tourists and realized we did not have to wait in line with them, we entered the palace. Inside there were displays of golden thrones, silk embroidered tapestries 10 feet tall, fantastic acrylic paintings, and the most detailed wood carvings telling stories of Thailand’s history and royalty. Every piece was absolutely magnificent. We couldn’t take photos but the silk tapestries are some of the most beautiful pieces of art I have ever seen (it all kicks anything in the Louvre’s ass, sorry Paris). Most took many sempstresses and years to complete, but they were shimmery and mind-blowing. If I ever become wealthy, I will buy one of these tapestries. Even if it is small. 

After realizing what this museum was and feeling grateful that we randomly ended up there (I recommend it!), we hopped on another tuk tuk and hoped it would take us to the Grand Palace!

It kinda did. It took us to the neighborhood.

We had to walk a bit. On the way we were told that I would need to buy a shirt to cover my shoulders. I saw men and women of all nationalities and ages wearing typical Thai Elephant pants. Most had to buy these on the spot because they were wearing shorts. You must be well dressed to visit the most sacred place in Thailand! I thought a shall covering my shoulders and a dress covering my knees with ballet flats instead of my usual flip flops was enough, but I was wrong. Respect for the King is a huge part of Thai culture and it’s phenomenal. 

When I was finally dressed up enough, we were about to cross the street with a giant hoard of tourists to enter the Palace grounds when police men started screaming in Thai. The people who understood took off their hats and began to kneel. Everyone else followed suit. For the next few minutes, we all hovered over the ground as fancy cars holding Thai Officials entered the premises. 

When we finally entered the Palace Walls, it was a bee hive of tourist activity. Giant tour groups were assembling in every piece of free space. It was hard to find where to go and I got a bit overwhelmed. 

Once we walked into the Temple area where the Emerald Buddha is housed, I was even more overwhelmed. So many ornate, golden-tiled buildings surrounded us, climbing to the sky. Photos could never do the Majesty of this sight justice. I was beginning to have a bit of culture shock. I hadn’t seen this many tourists or intricate details ever in southern Africa or Madagascar and it was A LOT to take in. 

We walked into the Prayer Temple to pay respects to Buddha by sitting in lotus position with our feet pointed away from the shrine as a monk said a prayer over some Thai Buddhists kneeling ahead. It was hot and very busy but I think most people did their best to respect the religious rites unfolding before our eyes, despite the frenzied environment. 

After we left the temple area, we walked past the Grand Palace and read a bit about the former king who ruled for 70 years. He was a very multi-talented, highly respected man. 

After the Palace, we walked a bit down the street to find Wat Pho, the oldest temple in Thailand. This temple houses the famous “Reclining Buddha” which is GIGANTIC and awe-inspiring. 

Later that evening, my dad and I walked around Khoasan Road which is nick-named “Backpacker’s Paradise.” It is filled with bars, tattoo shops, henna shops, hair braiding stands, massage parlors, clothing stands (your typical colorful travel dresses and elephants pants- gotta get the look!), jewelry, and a mazillion other things like lights and music and activity that is SO OVERWHELMING to someone who just got off of an island where for two years I hardly participated in night-life. 

I bought some dresses. There are so many!!! But I do feel guilty since I try to be so minimalist… and stingy. Good thing Dad is paying for these few weeks. 

After a night of bad sleep thanks to jet-lag, a tour bus picked up my dad and me to go to Damnoen Saduak Floating Market 90 kilometers outside of town. I was soooo tired but I hopped in the car and turned off my brain for an hour and half. Eventually we arrived at the floating market which was mostly a giant Disneyland, tourist experience. But it was cool and sometimes you gotta do the Disneyland Things. Most of the boats on the water were actually canoes of tourists, but there were also paddle boats carrying cold spring rolls and fresh fruit floating around. It was all kind of silly, but still unique and I am glad we went. 

After the floating market, our group went in a speed boat along the canals to see the houses and agricultural life around the brown waterways made by the Chinese. It was super cool. 

Once we returned to the city by mid-day, my dad and I took a cab to check out a random part of town and ended up in the financial district. After that we took a cab to Chinatown and explored a bit before I collapsed from exhaustion. I normally don’t pack this much activity into an average day because I am traveling for many months/years and it is a marathon. I also just left winter in Africa and came to summer in a tropical, humid climate, so my body is confused. 

Anyways, Bangkok has been fun to explore. I am pretty sure I’ll be back, but I am glad I have already done the most touristy things (and didn’t have to pay for them) so next time will be more chill!

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T H E   G O L D E N   G A L A   B A L L 

Imagine every shade of gold; aurelian, bisque, xanthous, tuscan and amber, all welded into one brazen and ostentatious display of visual splendour. The venue, an opulent estate in itself, had been transformed into a glitzy and psychedelic Eden. Satin curtains were draped across the floor-to-ceiling length windows and delicately caressed the marble tiles; ornate chandeliers hung from the domed canopy, a variety of orchestral and jazz musicians performed at their best and buffet style tables were set with themed-goods and flutes of champagne (in addition to an array of other liquors and non-alcoholic beverages). Even the courtyard was decorated in accordance with the golden theme - ribbons, streamers and garlands galore.

Those in attendance are encouraged to dress accordingly, in one or multiple shades of gold; be it an accessory or an entire outfit. A donation of 10 silver will be taken upon entry, all donations (including those who are willing to contribute in addition to the entry fee) will go towards the Ebonhawke City Fund to better the stronghold’s deteriorating infrastructure.

11th June at 8PM EST (5PM PST).
Minister Wi’s Mansion in Rurikton.

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Hello! Today i’ve made these 8 floor tiles, they are quite ornate and fitting for ancient buildings or classy bathrooms. There’s more in the making but those will need more fixes with PS than these in order to be seamless :3 

There’s another included that i have shown in the previous post but i’m lazy

Credits: Anne Sacks (marble design), me (editing)

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With all the different rooms and so many Disney Princess Minifigures missing, do you think there might be a second Disney Minifigure series on it’s way for January 2017?

Star Wars Fanfic: Ignite

Ignite

by hamelin-born

Disclaimer: Star Wars = Not Mine. Much to my regret. If, however, anyone wants to play in this setting, they’re more then welcome to - just drop me a message first to let me know and give permission.

Summary: His name is Anakin Skywalker, and he wants to be a Jedi Knight more then anything. His name is Anakin Skywalker, and he does not know the Dark Man. Possibly part of a series.

Random: All thanks and all praises to lectorel, my partner-in-evil, who originally suggested the idea, and who let me borrow the tradition of Tatooine names and a little of the language. Please see here and here for the transcripts and background of our worldbuilding. Also, I’ve used some Tatooine words and concepts belonging to fialleril; all praises to them! If I’ve forgotten to credit anyone else for anything, I sincerely apologize; send me a note and I’ll make sure to give you proper credit ASAP.

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