punching myself in the face as we speak


Usernames and anonymous words are still people with lives, a house, hobbies, passions, problems, dreams, all that behind the screen. Never forget that.

I’m always doubting about doing these types of posts, but I thought maybe I could speak up every once in a while lmao. I apologize if I don’t word my thoughts correctly. What I’m trying to say is, I know it’s sometimes hard not to snap at inconsiderate/angering questions and sentences coming from young people who probably didn’t think about looking for answers or connecting their brain together. I know some of us can find works or reactions from young people “cringy” or “overdone”. I know it’s infuriating to see kids reposting, tracing or recoloring art because they still don’t know how important it is to respect the artists: the thing is, I believe we all had these parts inside of us when we were younger, too. We had things we liked that we find insufferable now, we had a younger self we’d like to punch in the face. There are things we regret. But thinking back at it, although unfortunate events in my life had made my childhood a personally hard time to go through and I expressed myself through childish actions, I’m glad I did go through these steps. It made me grow into who I am today: a person who’s willing to keep growing. I’m thankful I went through many experiences that now put me in the position to guide young people who perhaps need that guidance, one way or another. Let’s be firm, but compassionate. Don’t sugarcoat kids either, you’re allowed and SHOULD speak up when you feel like you’re suffocating. But always take a step back, and try to think for both sides. These “cringy” kids maybe ARE future mature creating geniuses!
We are tomorrow’s inspirations, models, and constructors!

Let’s be nice and understanding to youth and distance ourselves from online problems so we can focus on making it better instead. :)

Then Again, P16  Peter Parker x Reader

Hello, everyone!
I’m still rushing with finals, so this note is short: I just wanted to thank all of you guys for being so wonderful and liking, reblogging, and replying to this fic! It honestly means the world - enough that during all of this stress, the only thing I’ve wanted to do is post this and hear your responses 💕💕💕
That being said, I hope there aren’t too many typos from the rushed editing. 
Let me know what you think!
(P.S. This is super dumb but while I love being validated by hearing that you guys like the writing, I get so super excited when you guys tell me about your reactions - like how you feel about the characters or which parts made you upset or happy or things like that. I hope that makes sense. Just a side-comment 😉 Okay, I need to finish this now, yikes!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Then Again, Part 16

Words: (1,682)

An alarm is blaring, shocking me out of sleep like freezing water. I scramble to sit up without thinking. My eyes flash open to an empty bed.

I’m alone, the blanket neatly laid over me. She-?

Alarm still ringing, I rush to the other side of the bed and pick up her phone. The screen reads, “Wake up now for an extra hour of studying!

I hit the off button and set it back down.

Jesus. It’s like my entire body has been jumpstarted. I pause a minute to steady myself and absorb my surroundings.

The room is only barely beginning to glow with sunlight, everything still faint. Water’s running in the bathroom and the light under the door hazy. Oh. She’s in the shower. Realizing a more (or less, I should say) awkward detail, I silently say a prayer of thanks: she must’ve gotten up recently and luckily, there’s nothing, um, going on, you know, downstairs like most mornings.

That’s an enormous bullet dodged. Well… maybe not enormous.

My hands go to my hair, last night now rushing my memories like countless images and sensations condensed into a thousand bouncy balls all thudding down a staircase in my brain. All my senses are tripping over themselves trying to remember. The lying next to her, the trying to hold her hand, her - maybe awake? - cuddling me, being able to feel all of my stress from the last week melt away, and even the limbo of tipping slowly over the edge of sleep with my arms around her, holding her, and wanting to never actually fall asleep - instead exist in that moment for as long as humanly possible. If I hadn’t’ve kept pinching myself to make sure it was real (and, you know, maybe to stay awake a little bit longer), I might have thought it was all another one of those dreams again.

I have to text Ned.

This all seems crazier with the sun coming up. Just the smell of coffee sneaking in from under the hallway door is like an adrenaline shot to the face. I roll back over to my side of the bed and grab my phone from the floor where I left it last night. Next to it is my retainer case. Oh yeah. I take those out before I start typing. 













I set the phone on the bed. He probably isn’t up yet. I should calm down first. Yeah, calm down first. I take in a deep breath. Slowly, I let it out. I bring my hands to my hair, ready to pull it out. Just be patient. It could be a while. 


Nearly leaping out of my skin, I try to snatch my phone back up - but I knock it across the bed and scramble for it like a dog with a toy. Even when I pick it up, I drop it again. Shit, Peter. Chill out.

I fumble to pick the phone up again. This time, it sticks.

“Ned: what happened last night????”

“Dude its hard to explain I just woke up but let me try it might take a minute to type.”


I start typing about how she did what she always does to MJ but this time it was with me last night and I’m wondering if it’d be weird to talk about how it felt to cuddle a girl like that or if I even should, you know, since it’s her and maybe she wouldn’t want me to tell anyone if she even remembers it, but then I realize that situation itself doesn’t make sense without going back to the actual fight but I really really really don’t even want to think about that right now. I’m trying to resist the urge to grab a pillow and shove my face into it. Then again, I can’t do that without remembering how she used me as her pillow only a few hours ago and how I need to remind myself that, like she said with MJ, it doesn’t mean anything. I wish it did though. God I wish it did. I mean, it did for me. Shit, I’m in so deep - this is such a mess.

The typing bubbles start on Ned’s side for a moment. Then they stop. Shit, I’m supposed to be typing. Then I hear a door in the hallway open and close. There’s a soft tap on my door.

Of course, duh, that’s way smarter. I don’t know why I didn’t just walk over in the first place.

I flip out of the bed and rush to the door. I swing it open to reveal Ned’s face.

So?” he whispers, eyes wide, going up on his tiptoes to see around me and into the room.

Where do I begin?

“Dude,” I start, “It’s crazy. She’s in the shower, so I don’t know how long I can talk, but-”

“And you’re not in there with her?” Ned says, mock-surprised.

“Ned! That’s not funny- so, so, so not funny. Why would you say that? I have enough to think about and that’s, that’s just not cool!”

Ned stifles his laughter and puts his hands up, one covering his mouth for a half-second.

“Okay, I get it, I get it. That’s inappropriate. My bad. Go on.”

“I-I-I don’t know. We had this really serious fight and I was just- just such a dick. Like thinking about it right now, I want to punch myself in the face-”

“Do it.”

Again, Ned’s trying not to laugh, which only makes my brain scatter more. I’m suddenly aware that my hands are shaking and flying as I speak.

“- and like we worked some stuff out sort of- well, no, we yelled about stuff, but I think we can talk about it today! And make it better, you know? Conflict resolution stuff. Anyway, I left for a while - sorry about not answering you, but you did totally ignore me knocking on the door so I don’t feel that bad - and I was on the roof thinking it all over and I realized everything I’ve been freaking out about wasn’t even that bad! I’m gonna have to call Aunt May soon, but I don’t want to talk to her while Y/N’s in the shower just in case she comes out. And then I was trying to warm up and just use some of the blanket and she just- just sort of… and I-”

“What did you do, Peter?” Ned asks, now serious. “Peter, what did you do?”

Ned’s leaning forward, his eyes now less amused and more concerned. I stumble for a second shaking my head, then step around him just to check that there isn’t anyone in the hallway. I keep one hand on the doorframe and stay half in and half out of the room while I sputter out an answer.

“I didn’t do anything! And I don’t know if that’s wrong given the situation because, I mean, but I did kind of, a little bit, try to wake her up? She muttered something, like ‘shut up’ and I thought she might be awake but now I’m thinking probably not-”

“Peter!” Ned cuts me off.

I take a breath, still shaking, trying to steady myself against the doorframe. Why is this so hard to say out loud?

“We,” I start again. “We sort of cuddled all night by accident -”

“Accident? You don’t just accidentally-”

The water cuts off.

We freeze. Ned and I both whip our heads toward the inside of the room, mouths still half open. I look back at Ned who might as well be mirroring my panic because he seems stunned too. The shower curtain’s scraping against the bar. I flinch.

Time to do this. It’s cool. It’ll be fine. You’re Spider-Man.

“You gotta go!” I whisper, hands flailing.

Ned nods rapidly and turns to his and MJ’s door.

“Wait!” I grab his arm. “Can you bring me a shirt, please?

Ned slides his card in the other door and looks at me, torn between laughter and pity.

“MJ said I’m not allowed to. She said she’ll bring you your clothes when you deserve them.”

My hands go to my hair again. I really think I might pull all of it out.

Just be cool. I swivel back and rush to the bed. I sit on it. That’s weird. I stand up. That’s weirder. Should I lay back down and pretend to be waking up? No, of course not. Why would you do that?

I hear a bag unzipping. I really wish I had anything besides swim trunks to wear.

I can taste my mouth. Ugh. I open the mini fridge and grab a water bottle. There’s floss on the dresser by the window, I remember Ned leaving it there.

As quickly as I can, I floss, throw out the string, ball up some more and swish it in my mouth with water. That’s a lot of mint going almost nowhere. It’s not great but it isn’t like I can barge into the bathroom for my toothbrush. I spit it into the trash can - or try to; it sticks to my bottom lip and I nearly panic as I tear it off with my fingers and throw it away.

Just be cool, Peter. You don’t have to freak out. You just… have to find a way to apologize that makes up for leaving one of your best friends to cry here alone and spend the eve of a big competition sad and probably hating you completely.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

I feel like such an ass, waiting for her without a shirt. It sounds like a dick move Flash would do to someone. And he’s the worst.

I turn around to the bed and grab at the sheet, tugging until it comes off, knocking pillows onto the floor at the same time. I wrap it around my shoulders and sit at the foot of the bed. There. That’s probably less weird. I shake my shoulders loose and try to be natural, putting my hands in my lap.

The doorknob turns.

Oh, God.

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My Clark Kent (Liam Dunbar imagine)

NOTE: idk if this is good but yeah I hope you enjoy and would like some feedback :)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Warnings: cuss words, Nolan and Gabe getting too out of hand when trying to get to Liam by using you. and i think that’s it

“Just be Clark Kent” Mason says trying, key word trying to encourage Liam from wolfing out in front of the whole school because of Gabe and Nolan. Liam sighs, “I don’t know if I can Mason”, “Liam, you can do this, we all believe in you!” I exclaim trying to encourage him more.

Corey comes running in, “Um guys, we may have a tiny problem”. Mason and I look at each other, “Okay, that’s fine if it’s just a tiny problem” Mason replied and Corey looked at me and back to Mason and back to me, “Nolan has the entire lacrosse team blocking all the entrances so Liam can’t get out”.

“Corey! That is not a tiny problem! That’s a huge problem!” I yell out, “I didn’t want to scare you guys with the information I was about to tell you!” Corey explains, “Better to tell us that instead of making us think everything is all good with a tiny problem that’s not so tiny” I state sassily while air quoting ‘tiny’ and 'problem’.

“Well what now?” Liam speaks up while looking at all three of us and suddenly Mason looks like a light bulb went off in his head. “Mason, why are you looking at me, don’t give me that look” Corey says backing up a little while I raise an eyebrow in question. “We can totally get past them, if, of course, Liam is invisible with Corey” Mason states almost with a tone as saying 'tada’ except not exaggerating it with jazz hands like you’d see people do in movies sometimes.

“You think this is gonna work?” Liam and I question Mason quietly while we look out the door making sure it’s clear. “(Y/N), Liam, I am positive” Liam and I looked at each other then Mason, “50/50” Mason answers again almost sure this time. Corey comes up and Liam puts his hand on Corey’s shoulder while Corey asks, “Ready?”. “Uh kinda, nothing else we can do” Liam states nervously and with that Corey camouflages along with Liam while Mason and I step out talking to them but making sure not to talk too loud by saying Liam and Corey.

To others it may have seemed like Mason and I were talking to each other only, but in reality there were four of us walking and not two. Mason and I walked down the hall to the front and saw two lacrosse players, “Yeah, nope blocked” we said in unison as we turned around. We kept looking but to our luck all exits were blocked off and as we came around a corner we met up with no one other than Nolan and Gabe.

“Oh hey Mason, hey (Y/N)” Nolan speaks while Gabe stands there with a smirk on his face, boy I wish I could punch the smirk right off his face, I thought to myself. “Hey, Nolan and Gabe” I responded with a fake smile, “How are ya?” Mason questioned trying to act normal. “Meh, would be better if you told us where Liam is” Nolan stated. “Sorry boys but no can do because we actually don’t know where Liam is, haven’t seen him since like first period, so boo hoo” I reply without a care in the world how I answer to them.

Gabe violently yanks on my wrist with a harsh grip, “Better watch that tone of yours princess” Gabe sneers. “Let go of her Gabe, we aren’t here for her” Nolan demands while I yank my wrist away. “Nice talking to you two but we have to go” Mason informs the two while putting his arm around my shoulder. 

Before we walked away Nolan shoves his hand into his pocket and blows some type of dust behind us and Liam and Corey are out of camouflage. I quickly react and grab Liam’s wrist while Mason grabs Corey and we make a run for it but are stopped by two lacrosse players and as we kept turning the opposite direction there were more until we are finally face-to-face with Gabe and Nolan. 

“Get him” Nolan commands and Gabe and two others grab onto Liam while I keep my grip, “No, he’s staying with us” I state. Nolan looks at the lacrosse players and nods his head towards Mason, Corey, and I. They each grab Corey and Mason and Nolan stops the player coming towards me, “I got (Y/N)” and he quickly wraps his arm around me so I can’t get out while leading everyone to an empty room.  

As soon as we all entered the empty classroom Liam was shoved onto the ground by Gabe, Liam started to get up but Gabe swung and knocked him back down, “Come on Liam, we all know you can take us” Nolan taunts while shoving me into another lacrosse players arms. Mason is trying to get out of the grip of a player but can’t, “Stop!” Mason yells as he watches his best friend get hit over and over again.

Gabe kicks Liam and Nolan punched him in the nose, “The sun, the moon, the truth” Liam mumbles, “What are you saying?” Gabe questions while grabbing Liam by the collar of his shirt. “Leave him alone you assholes! Stop doing this to him!” I yell, Liam looks at me, “(Y/N) it’s okay” saying with a pained expression is what he responded back. “No it’s not” I reply back.

“Get off of him! You’re hurting him, just leave him alone!” I cry out, struggling to get out of the grip of a player. “Get your hands off of her!” Liam screams. “Oh, I think we just hit a nerve, what do you think Nolan?” Gabe smirks. “I think you’re right” Nolan then looks at me and tells the boy to bring me over and grabs a hold of me. “Don’t hurt her! She is just a person” Liam exclaims. 

 “We won’t hurt her, she’s too weak to be a supernatural anyway, so why not have fun?” Gabe butts in, I look at them confused and before I know it Gabe’s mouth is on mine, trying to piss Liam off since he knows there is no use in really hitting me because to him what’s the point in hitting a girl who isn’t supernatural. 

I hear Liam growling in the back and I quickly stomp on Gabe’s foot and he let’s go, “Ow! What the hell?!”. Oh god this is going to hurt so bad but fuck it, I think to myself before head butting my head against Gabe’s, he staggers back holding his head and quickly recovers before coming back and slapping me across the face with enough strength to make me turn my head to the other side. “I swear to god if you hit her again, I’m going to” Liam threatened but was cut off by Nolan who shoved me back into someone’s arms, “Or what? You’ll kill us? Can’t you see that’s what we want Liam” Nolan sneers. 

While all of this was happening and I was in a daze, Mason yells at the teacher to help and she walks away. Three minutes later Coach Finstock comes in telling everyone to get out and has Gabe and Nolan sent to the office. I quickly run to Liam to help him up and Mason helps. “You did it!” Mason cheers, “You didn’t wolf out, but I know you thought you deserved it because of Lori and Brett” Mason adds. 

Liam turns to me and puts his hand on my face, “Are you okay?” I nod, “It was a weak slap he threw anyway” I chuckle, “Question is, are you okay?” I say while examining his face, “Way better now knowing you’re okay, Clark Kent right?” Liam explains looking at Mason then me, “My Clark Kent” I state smiling while Liam smiles back leaning in and kissing me. “Okay lovebirds time to go come on, watching you guys makes us sick” Mason and Corey say in unison. 

I just got assaulted

I was just walking with my friend when a group of guys that was walking near us started staring and approaching closer. One guy suddenly just walked directly in front of me, looked at me in the eyes and and his face was so close I feel his breath. I felt like he was about to touch me so I asked “what the fuck do you looking at” and he pushed me because “how dare i swear at him”. He hit me multiple times and his friends were just standing there watching. My friend was pushed to the ground and her head got hurt badly too. He got a pregnant girlfriend/wife standing beside him and I told him “tell me what the fuck would you do if your girl here got people did to her what you did to me?”. He threaten to kill me and walked off.

This is not the first time I got pick on on the street for dressing like I do. I don’t know if its my cuts, my tattoos, my “inappropriate” clothing that made him want to punch me in the face.
I know a lot of you guys that are not from Vietnam will tell me to seek authority. I will tell you that the Vietnam law enforcement does not give a shit. We usually settle this by our self.
This is the reality I live in, we live in. I am not safe, we are not safe. Simply being me, being a woman and speaking up to myself results in assault. I was robbed just under a month ago, now this. And something a lot worse could have happened. Tell me the world is good now, I fucking dare you

Stay for Me

Jin x  Reader, college au


Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety

Word count: 3258

Summary: You and Jin attend a drinking party and some unexpected events take place.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Okay, just don’t flirt with frat boys and everything should go smoothly.” my best friend Jin reminds me before we enter a rented house for a random college drinking party.

“It’s not like I’m that big of a flirt, Seokjin.” I huff and roll my eyes.

“Still safer to stay close to me.” he insists and holds the door open for me.

“You’re overprotective.” I mumble under my breath so quiet he can’t hear me.

As I step into the building I am immediately greeted by the smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol. The room is like a smaller ball, and it’s completely dark with the exception of disco lights flashing all around in different colors. Loud music could be heard from the outside too and almost every person I see is either grinding on another person, having a red beer cup in their hands or both. 

There are a lot of people, more than I had expected. I try to scan the full room for any of our common friends, but I spot none. I look behind me to make sure Jin is still there, not wanting to lose sight of him the whole night, as I have a “habit” of feeling a little anxious in spaces like this if I don’t have someone I know beside me. Jin promised to keep an eye on me like a hawk and I trust him. Note to self for the night: Stick to Jin like glue.

“This place is quite full, are you feeling alright?” Jin asks me half yelling over the booming music.

“I’m good, don’t worry.” I assure him, adding a smile and grabbing his hand, giving it a squeeze. He nods, smiling back.

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The Feast

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Pairing: Thor x Reader, Tony, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Odin, Nat, Bruce
Word count: 3,457

Part 11 of Petty Insults

Thor moved with ease through the tower, looking for Clint. He was eager to assure that his friend hadn’t been too stressed with Tony acting like a man-child, and to give him details about the feast he had arranged. “Ah, there you are!” He grinned as he found him training with Nat.

Nat snickered as she landed a small blow to Clint’s chest when Thor distracted him. “Hi Thor.” She waved before getting some water.

Clint winced but gave the God a smile. “Everything okay?”

“Of course!” He chuckled. “I simply came to discuss the feast in Y/N’s honor.” He told them. “Shall I let you shower first?” Thor noted the sweat dripping from them.

Clint nodded. “We can talk while we walk if you want.” He grabbed a towel. “So I take it she’s doing alright?” He smiled warmly.

Nat stepped next to them, eager to hear of you. “She’s doing better.” Thor started. “She’s still in a bit of pain- emotionally, but that’s to be expected. My parents are over the moon about the baby. My father spoils her anymore and she’s going to be buried in gifts.” He laughed. “At the moment she’s helping Steve get more used to the layout of everything. More than once he got lost.”

“I could imagine that.” Clint chuckled. “I’m glad you’re parents are supportive, I’m sure they would be but parents can be different everywhere.” He waved it off. “Is the feast soon?”

Thor nodded. “It is tomorrow night. We shall all feast, dance, and rest. Then we shall return with you the following morning. She is eager to start ‘apartment’ hunting.” He sighed softly. “I believe that the Captain will be going with us, as well.”

Clint frowned at that. “Can’t she stay with you? I mean we’ll miss her. But living in an apartment is dangerous.”

“Or have Rogers live with her.” Nat suggested.

“She would be. I’d be living with her. And as I said, I believe the Captain will be, as well.” Thor informed them. “She believes she is no longer welcome at Stark Tower, and doesn’t want to be around Stark more than needed. She still loves him, and it would cause her a great deal of pain to bear witness to his ‘dates’. She would stay in Asgard while we are away on missions, as well.”

Clint nodded in understanding now. “I get it. Can we bring gifts tomorrow?” He grinned.

“You’re not giving the baby small arrows!” Nat criticized.

Thor’s laughter echoed in the hall, and it was infectious. “You can, if you’d like. She said that she finds out if we will be graced with a boy or a girl soon, if you’d like to wait.” He pointed out.

“I wasn’t going to give them tiny arrows!” He defended himself. “I’d wait until they’re like…5 for that.” He joked.

Nat still shoved him. “I’ll take her a small gift for now.” She smiled. “Then a bigger one when we know what it is.”

Clint winced but smiled at her. “That’s cute. She’s getting you soft.”

“She’s getting us all soft.” Thor chuckled. “But, I feel at the same time, we’ll each be stronger because of the baby.” He mused.

“That’s because we have someone innocent and tiny to protect.” Nat pointed out.

Thor nodded. “That is true.” He agreed. “I shall bid you leave so you may shower. Relay the information to Bruce and Bucky? She made she to ask that he be included.”

They nodded, promising to tell the rest of the team.

“And if Tony causes trouble and wants to go?” Clint looked up at Thor. “Just wanna be prepared.”

He thought for a moment. “How has his behavior been? When we left it seemed he wanted nothing to do with us.” If that was the case, there would be no issue.

“Bruce told us he’s been asking everyday when you guys would be back.” He admitted. “I don’t think he knows the feast is tomorrow but I know he will find out.”  

“I shall speak to him myself.” Thor stated. “We are team mates, it is best we find a way to be civil.”

“Only punch him if I’m there though.” Nat chuckled, pulling Clint away to shower.

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Forever pt 1 (Saeyoung X MC)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Saeyoung/MC -you
Summary: Saeyoung point of view how he always loved MC.

Author’s Notes
: This was a request by a cute anon, the smut will come in pt 2. This was inspired by the anon and the song in the request “Pieces” - Andrew Belle ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ . Hope you like it!

Pt 1 PT 2  PT 3

One could call someone like me a total idiot. How dumb, do you have to be to wait for someone after having your heart broken after so many times?

But the weird part was, that I couldn’t remember ever loving you. After I saw you loving Yoosung, I thought of you as a normal, cute and kind girl. But then after a while…I remembered you. After it was already too late, you were in the arms of another. Then came Zen, how could I ever compete with him? Wasn’t he far better than me? Handsome, successful and a gentleman.

He was your knight in shining armor and you. You…you were the perfect princess. So beautiful and radiant. I still can see how you smiled at him when you married him. Truly, you were a vision. Then, surprisingly you fell in love with Jahee and honestly you two were adorable together and I never saw Jaehee as relaxed as she was with you. You saved them all, you helped them overcome their fears and with you, they were able to grow.

All those endings, all those partners didn’t bother me. Since you let them grow and they all provided you with love and care. I accepted the fact that you were in the arms of another person. As long as you were happy with them. But….When you were with Jumin, it felt as though all the pain I had buried deep inside of me, started to erupt.

As though a small box of all the feelings, that I had hidden deep in my heart was starting to open. A ball of anguish and sorrow deep in my heart was slowly and gradually going towards my throat and making it impossible for me to breathe. Every single time, I imagined you with someone else, I felt the ball in me grow, I felt the walls I was in suffocate me and drive me mad. But then I noticed, that all your smiles …. Never reached your eyes. You … were you ever truly happy?

I knew after a while of seeing you be with someone else why all of this – me hurting so badly and you seeming not like yourself - was happening.

You weren’t happy enough….. and I wasn’t happy enough.

And then …. after reliving all of those moments, seeing you with someone else. Seeing you smile at them, kiss them.

After having my heart torn apart for so many times, you were slowly stepping towards me. You laughed at my jokes, you even called me handsome! Your eyes shone when you looked at me. You smiled so, so much.

You smiled just for me! Your smile wasn’t meant for Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee or Jumin. No! It was for me and it was my smile. After looking at you and noticing your feelings I got scared. Your love, though I was ecstatic about it, frightened me.

I got scared of everything bad, I could do to you. What if, even I couldn’t make you happy? What if you were meant for someone else? And once again I would lose you. I didn’t want that. I wanted you. I wanted us. What we could be.

So I pushed you away – I was mean to you, I yelled at you and ignored you. But anytime I saw your face, how hard you tried to hold me, be near me … I forgot myself and wanted to be near you. How I craved to touch your body, how I longed to hold you near me and breathe you in me. To kiss those lips. To make you shiver under my touch and speak out my name, and only my name.

And when you fought through my wall of insecurities, you punched through it with your love and you helped me gain a family, confidence and love. Finally I truly knew, that I had you and that you had me.

Ah and when I saw you walk down that aisle in your pretty white dress and your big smile, how you waved at me with the bouquet like the silly girl you were, I just couldn’t help but cry a little.

Was this real? It’s finally my turn. Were we truly meant to be?

You were coming closer and you turned to each and every one you loved and smiled at them – almost as if you knew. Almost as if you apologized to them and recalled the time you shared with them. I saw how you fought back tears and I saw how wide your smile became when you locked them with mine.

Your small hand grasped mine with such strength and you didn’t let go you wouldn’t ever let go.

As they declared us husband and wife and after I kissed you, you whispered in sweet ecstasy »Finally, I’m home.«

Finally you were where you belonged.

My beautiful, kind and lovely space princess.

Tonight, I will make you mine.

Grimm characters in "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
  • Hank: Nick...is the chicken wesen?
  • Nick: We'd better check the trailer.
  • Monroe: Sounds like it might be a Kükenfeder to me, undergoing the Straßeüberqueren.
  • Rosalee: Nick, if you want the chicken to stop crossing the road, I should have the ingredients in my shop.
  • Renard: I will speak to my contacts.
  • Prince Viktor: I will use backdoor diplomacy to find out what the chicken's intentions are.
  • Prince Kenneth: I will punch that chicken in the face.
  • Wu: Well, with all those cars zooming by, we know one thing...it wasn't being chicken.
  • Wu: I tried to stop myself.
  • De Groot: Kill the chicken.
  • Alexander: The Grimm won't like it if we kill the chicken.
  • De Groot: Probably the Grimm won't be able to stop us this time.
  • Trubel: ...
  • Trubel: [follows chicken]
  • Angelina: If I had been there, that chicken would NEVER have made it across!
  • Bud: I-I'm sure the chicken wasn't running from YOU, Nick!
  • Juliette: Guys....it was probably just trying to get to the other side.
Saint Is A Sinner Too

Chapter 32: Like An Outlaw For You

Pairing: Isabella Moretti (OFC) x Mob Boss Negan

Warnings: None.

A/N: Shoutout to Sons Of Anarchy for being the foundation for 90% of this chapter. Shoutout to me for continuing to make up legal bullshit that makes very little sense.

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I can't afford.

Liam Dunbar imagine request.

Plot: (Y/N) and Liam get in a heated fight ending up with Liam saying something that makes (Y/N) cry but ends in them kissing.

“Nice seeing you, (Y/N).” Brett flashed me a friendly smile before jumping on his bus to take him home after the lacrosse game.

Brett and I have been friends through both our mom’s. They work together and sometimes Brett’s family would come over for dinner other times we go over theirs. It’s completely platonic between us but that’s just something Liam fails to understand.

“What did he say now?” Liam grunted as he adjusted the strap of his bag as we walked out of the school building. It was only my car and Stiles’ jeep in the parking lot as the boys always took forever to come out each game. I came with Kira who’s with Scott and Stiles inside for the moment.

“He was just catching up with me, we were talking about that time when Brett and his family came round for dinner and afterwards my dad, his dad and himself played a bit of basketball and that was when he broke his nose due to my dad elbowing him.” I chuckled, holding Liam’s hand in mine.

“Deserved it.” I heard him whisper under his breath.

“You two need to stop being so irritated with each other.” I sighed making him stop in his tracks.

“(Y/N).” Liam said stunned, “I tried to be civil with him before the scrimmage but he decided to be a little shit.” Liam had let go of my hand and was looking frustrated.

“I know,” I said softly taking his hand in mine again, “I was angry at him for that and I told him so and he said it’s definitely best if you two never see or talk or make eye contact ever again so he’s prepared to stay out of your way. Told me he won’t even speak of you.”

Liam nodded, “But why do you have to talk to him? I asked you earlier not to speak to him for me just this once because of how angry he made me. But you didnt.” He raised an eyebrow at me and I know he never ever gets sensitive about little things like this but when he has so much hatred for someone, every little thing gets to him.

“We’ve been friends for a long time. And it’s not like I had a choice, my mum and his mum are friends and I don’t have a reason to get angry at him or ignore the boy.” I scoffed.

“All I’m asking is for you to stay away from him, you know he wants to destroy me, you also know I am capable of destroying him and I just don’t want you getting in the middle of that.” Liam frowned.

“What do you mean? Liam, I won’t get in the middle of that, your frustration with each other is between the both of you only. I have no intention of getting involved!” I started to raise my voice already fed up of this pointless conversation.

“Why can’t you just stay away?!” Liam held his arms out to the side before bringing them back down with a slap on his sides.

“I don’t want to!”

“Why not! Do you like him? God, you do don’t you?” Laughing humourlessly he rubbed the inner corners of his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Why the hell would I like him when I lov-” I sighed as I stopped myself. Liam and I have been dating for several months even before he turned into a werewolf and yet we still hadn’t said those three words. It’s not like I don’t love him but I specifically told him that I’d rather not say it so soon given the fact that the word ‘love’ is thrown around too much in this generation. And my last relationship ended so badly and I had told him I loved him, he ended up hurting me incredibly that it felt like I wasted ever loving him and admitting it.

“Well you seem to find it so easy to ignore what I say and you just go out of your way to talk to him.” Liam rolled his eyes and looked away.

He came up to me. Brett asked if I was doing okay and we talked for a little bit! I wasn’t just going to ignore him!” I groaned loudly and ran my hands through my hair.

“You should have!”

“We were friends before I even met you, Liam! He’s basically my brother!” I held my hands out in front of me waving them about as I talked.

“And because of that it makes it okay for you to ignore what I asked you to do? Christ, I just hate him so much and I don’t like it when you talk to him because I never know what he’s going to say next! He has a way of manipulation!” We were shouting at each other now and I was relieved that we were the only ones outside.

“He treats me like a sister! He would never manipulate me or do whatever you think he will purely because our families have been close for the longest time! Fuck! This is pathetic, Liam! Why do you have to get so jealous when you know I like you, I’m with you for a reason! Brett is the least of our worries!” I paced back and forth.

“Pathetic? You think me wanting to protect you is pathetic?!” Liam squinted his eyes, “Oh, well! I am so sorry for trying to be a good boyfriend and protecting my girlfriend from whatever and whoever I think will harm her! I am SO sorry!” Liam said so sarcastically it made me even more angry.

“Fuck sake, Liam! I didn’t mean it like that! Why do you have to twist my words, damn it!” I let out a small scream into my hands but this conversation just made me want to pull my hair out.

“That’s the expression I got! If you had just kept your distance we wouldn’t be having this argument!” Liam dropped his bag in frustration and rubbed his chin.

“So this is my fault!” My voice increased pitch as I clenched my fists just wanting to punch something.

“Who was the one that didn’t listen?” My boyfriend looked at me pointedly.

“I really don’t need this right now, Liam you’re being ridiculous!” I tried to calm my voice down but even though I had managed to say it quietly, I still said it through gritted teeth.

“Well you’re being annoying!” He spat and it honestly kind of hurt.

“Drop it, Liam.” I frowned and the anger started to leave my body and hurt started to replace it.

“I will once you stop being stupid.” He was looking at a different direction with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“I wish I never went to watch or support you tonight.” My jaws clenched and my nails started to dig into the palms of my hands.

Liam slowly turned his head towards me and his eyes were glowing yellow. “Yeah?” He mumbled, clearly still angry and I could tell that whatever he had to say next wasn’t going to lead us into making up and cuddling in bed. “I wish I’d never met you.”

That was it. This was the reason why I never said I loved him. I was expecting this moment to come with another guy but I didn’t expect it from Liam. Of all people I didn’t expect that it would be him that would hurt me the most. It wasn’t just like a punch in the face, what he said struck me hard I brought my hand to my chest and I clutched my t-shirt as if I was trying to rip out all of the hurt that remained in my heart.

I couldn’t even speak, I opened my mouth to try but I started to breath heavily instead. My eyes focused on the ground and and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the boy I thought I would love for a long time.

“(Y/N)?” I heard from a distance, it sounded like Kira.

“Liam, we heard you arguing and.. (Y/N), are you okay?” That was Scott. My gaze stayed firm on the ground as I shut my eyes tight to prevent my tears from falling rapidly.

“Kira, I think you should drive her home..” Stiles said softly and Kira approached me wrapping an arm around me as we walked to my car.

Once Kira and I got in, I handed her my keys then she started the engine and I watched us exit the school ground. That was my cue to let it out.

I sobbed and sobbed until the sleeves of my shirt were soaked. “Kira..” My voice was raspy from crying.

“Yeah?” Her voice was soft and soothing.

“It hurts.” I leant my head on the window and from the corner of my eye I saw Kira’s face filled with sympathy and concern.


After we got back from the scrimmage, I took a shower and put on an oversized t-shirt, as did Kira and we got into bed. We talked for a little while and I told her about our argument and even she told me that Liam was being ridiculous but also told me that I could have just ignored Brett for tonight.

Kira got to sleep first, as always, but I was still listening to music to help me get to bed. Just as one song ended and it was quiet for a couple of seconds to switch to the next song, I heard a noise coming from downstairs. Looking over at Kira, she was sound asleep and I’ll feel bad if I woke her. I got out of bed anyhow and carefully opened my door and I tip toed downstairs. I looked around my living room and nothing was there.

“Huh.” As I was about to head upstairs I heard a familiar voice whisper my name from the kitchen.

My eyes widened and my heart beat increased. “Whoever you are, you’re scaring the shit out of me so please stop. If it’s you Scott I will beat your werewolf ass, Alpha or not. If it’s Stiles I hope you know I will use your own bat to kill you.” I whisper screamed but the voice just chuckled softly.

Coming out from the shadows it was Liam. Even if I hate him with every fiber of my being right now, he still looked beautiful as the moonlight shone on him as the moon peaked through my window.

“Oh, for God sake.” I grunted and began to walk upstairs until a pair of arms engulfed me in a hug. “Get off.” I whispered and I tried to slap his arm but he had me in a tight grip so my hand didn’t go very far.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said and I know you’re hurt but please you have to understand..” Liam let go of me and I turned around to face him. “You know Brett and I hate each other and I was just so angry. I let my anger get the better of me and I really did not mean it when I said I wish I hadn’t had met you because if I hadn’t then I wouldn’t have an achor. I wouldn’t have the most incredible, stunning girlfriend and I wouldn’t have anyone to love and give my all to. I can’t expain enough how much you mean to me and how lost I would be without you. I need you, (Y/N). So bad it hurts, I can’t afford to lose you.” Liam looked at me with such intensity in his eyes I knew these words he meant.

“I believe you, Liam. But you just really hurt me. I can’t forgive you as easily as you want me to..” I pursed my lips and sighed.

“I know I completely understand and I will do everything for you to forgive me. All I’m asking is for you to take me back.” His blue eyes glistened as it filled with hope.

“Of course.” I whispered and I walked over to him and jumped, instictively he caught me as I wrapped my legs around his waist and smiled. “I can’t lose you either.”

“I’m glad.” He sighed in relief. “I promise you, I’ll think before I speak and I won’t bring up Brett ever again and I just won’t be as stupid as I was today ever again.” Liam rambled and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

I connected our lips and my arms wrapped slightly tighter around his neck and we stayed like that, kissing each other with all the passion I could muster. His lips departed from mine and travelled to my jawline down to my neck as he trailed soft kisses.

“Liam?” I whispered, my heart thumping loud enough for Scott and Malia to hear in their own homes.


“I love you.”

Liam pulled back and looked at me in surprise, “Yeah?” The corners of his mouth tugged up.

“Yeah.” I chuckled.

“I love you.” He crashed his lips onto mine this time our kiss was filled with hunger and greed.


I closed my bedroom door behind as I got back into bed. After my little moment with Liam, which still left flutters in my stomach, he went home leaving both of us content.

“Liam?” Kira asked as she turned to me.

“Yeah..” I furrowed my eyebrows. “How’d you know?”

“I gave him the idea.” Kira smiled and turned her back on me once more.

I laughed quietly, “You’re everything.”

Analyzing Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" in the Context of Orphan Black

“I am large, I contain multitudes.”

Yeah, multitudes of analysis. Now, I had a small literary aneurism when the binary that flashed at the end of the first OB sneak peek revealed a Whitman quote. You can only imagine my excitement when the second teaser brought out another reference – specifically narrowing our focus down from the entirety of Song of Myself to section 51 of that poem. I can only eagerly anticipate the next teasers to come. Everyday I’m going to add to/update this post with any new juicy poetry info the teasers give us, so y’all can look forward to that!

Now what’s so special about section 51 and how does it relate to OB? That’s what we’re going to take a look at here .


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Anchors (Part 2)

Title: Anchors (Part 2)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: After meeting Dean and Sam in high school, the reader forms a strong connection to the oldest brother. 

Word Count: 2,766

POV: Readers, 1st Person

warnings: subtle hints to abuse (not explicit in this section, but in upcoming chapters)

a/n: Thanks for the wonderful feedback on the last part! Really means a lot :) Hope you enjoy!

part one

It was beautiful. Two double cheeseburgers loaded with the works. Not to mention a heaping side of homestyle fries. I could cry. 

“This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” Dean said before biting into his burger. He grinned. “This is heaven itself. Beautiful, delicious, fattening heaven.”

I watched him as he closed his eyes, nothing but pure bliss across his face. It was a cheeseburger. A damn cheeseburger, and this kid was grinning like he won a state championship. He’s an interesting guy, I’ll give him that. 

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Dean said looking at me, laughing as he shoved three fries into his mouth. I knew he was kidding. Hell, I knew it meant absolutely nothing, and yet that damn tingling sensation filled my stomach. Stop it, I cursed myself. Dean wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. “I swear I would have died in this crap town if it wasn’t for you.”

I grabbed a fry, throwing it into my mouth, trying to ignore the butterflies consuming my stomach. “Speaking of dying alone in this town… how long are you boys sticking around?” It wasn’t a question I wanted to ask really. I knew their story, so I knew they didn’t stay in one place for very long. It just kind if slipped out since it had been on my mind from the very second we met. 

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isfjmel-phleg  asked:

Any tips on how I as an ISFJ can better relate to my INTJ brother? Our functions are so far removed that I struggle to justify his thought processes. He meanwhile seems to consider me his intellectual inferior and has no apparent interest in our understanding or connecting with each other, and I feel like my attempts to do so only offend him. And I really don't want to hurt him. How do you get through to an INTJ?

OMG, you’re related to an INTJ?

Oooh boy. I’m going to go purely off what the INTJs I know are like, and say that… there’s a raging emotional center underneath all that collective genus that you are likely never to see, because they will not share it easily. It doesn’t emote itself like your Fe does, but it’s there, like the cream center in a hard piece of Christmas chocolate that was left on a moldy shelf in the back of your pantry and forgotten about for six months. The only way you’ll see it is to take a hammer to it, but in the process of hammering it to oblivion and biting your tongue off in the meantime, you will destroy the piece of candy, which was a masterpiece in and of itself.

Frankly, you will never understand him, and he will never understand you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you in his own way, despite his arrogance which is a natural byproduct of … well, being a genius. Or at least thinking he is a genius. (You are not alone, dear friend. Another INTJ told me recently that feelers are not equal to thinkers, and are not even in the same intellectual league, at which point I wanted to punch him in the face — not for myself, mind you, but all the intelligent feelers I happen to know.)

Ahem, where was I? Oh, yes. Your desire to connect. You will never do so emotionally, at least on an obvious external level. You see, your Fe points outward and seeks external validation of emotion — smiles, conversation, hugs, and encouragement. But Fi forms silent bonds. It speaks through silence. It understands in silence. So, what you may consider to be silence may be a form of loving you that you are not aware of. Fi expresses itself through action. Their “love language” (and we all have one of the five) is service.

My STJ brother isn’t big on hugs or “I love you.” In fact, my hugs generally generate the same response as Clara hugging the Twelfth Doctor in his pilot episode: hands either stiff at sides (of course, it may not help that I am pinning them down, since they are useless in hugging) or flailing in the air, while he wears an expression of wwaaat do I dooo?? on his face. But I know he loves me. How do I know? I just do. I’ve learned to accept the “silent bond.” Plus, he mows my lawn. True, his OCD demands the grass be level and my parents often nag him to do it, but he still does it. I choose to see that as an act of love.

I suspect your INTJ knows you love him. I also suspect that he would be there for you if you ever needed him to avenge a wrong done to you. INTJs, from my experience, generally want respect. Show him you respect him by respecting his boundaries, and he’ll love you for it.

INTJs: if you have something to add, please reblog and comment. Not living inside your head, I don’t know what you would want from a sibling in this situation. Just… BE NICE.