screaming-into-my-pillow

I think you are right, with your earlier post @miraculouscim….. They have done this on purpose!!! we are being spoilt rotten!!! 🗼🐞🐱😍 @skaylanphear @insanitysscribblings @siderealsandman @imthepunchlord @thelastpilot This has been a good week! =^_^= Sorry just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate your work especially as I have no way of contributing to the Fandom besides leaving faves, kudos and screaming into my pillow cause these dorks are so adorable and why won’t season two get here already ?!!?!

Originally posted by raven-ink

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yixing rescuing his jongin

  • 707:Let's play the firetruck game.
  • MC:How do you play?
  • 707:I run my fingers up your legs and you say red light when you want me to stop. ;)
  • MC:Okay
  • *Seven moves his fingers up MC's thighs*
  • MC:Red light
  • MC:Red light! Saeyoung, I said red light!
  • 707:Hahah! Firetrucks don't stop for red lights! ;)
  • Bonus:
  • 707:Oh your face is red~ Are you burning up? Do you want me to put that fire out with my "hose"~?
funny story

i was with my best friend on an overnight field trip and we were paired together to share a room. turns out I didn’t bring any PJ pants and i was NOT about to sleep in my jeans. i decided to just take off my Attack on Titan jacket and turn it into a pair of pants because i won’t sleep in my jeans but i’ll sleep in my metal zipper weeaboo jacket. after that, I plopped in my bed and we talked for a few minutes when I needed to go and do something. well when I get back to my bed 30 seconds later there’s this hUGE ASS SPIDER UNDERNEATH MY PILLOW. i couldn’t scream because i was that terrified. so I pranced around in my fuckin Attack on Titan jacket-pants and whisper-screamed until my friend came over with a shoe and killed it.

aelin and aedion must reunite.
aelin and aedion must reunite.
aelin and aedion must reunite.
AELIN AND AEDION MUST REUNITE.

SVTFOE SPOILERS BELOW

MARCO WAS RELENTLESS AT EXPLAINING HIM AND STAR’S MAKEOUT STYLES LIKE GERMAN, ITALIAN, POLYNESIAN, WHO EVEN IS THIS KID

HIS “TONSILS ARE SO TIRED AND HE CAN’T FEEL HIS TEETH” WH OKAY THIS BOY HAS CLEARLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE A MILLION TIMES I’M CHOKING THEY AREN’T EVEN TRYING TO SKIRT AROUND STARCO AT ALL IN THIS SEASON IT’S THROWN INTO OUR FACES WITH KISSING DESCRIPTIONS, LIVE VLOGS WHILE MARCO IS IN THE SHOWER, THE STARCO SHIP’S NAME BEING USED CASUALLY IN AN EPISODE THIS IS ALMOST RIDICULOUS I LOVE IT

and so i lost you.
and so i finally accepted you’re not coming back.
and so i’m writing another poem about you,
pounding your name on the page,
screaming into my pillow on a sunday,
preparing for another week without you.

and i wish i could let you die
but every day is a reminder that you’re not here
and every poem smells like your sweaters
and i’m tired of writing about letting go.
i wish i could write about love again,
but love is written in your goodbye,
love is hidden in last year
when your arms were wrapped around my neck,
love is just a word without you.

because being without you feels like
being lost in the woods with a blindfold on.
being without you feels like
stumbling over my own skin,
being stranded on a deserted ship;
every breath feels like drowning.

and i hate to be so melodramatic,
but i don’t know how to survive in a world
without you in it - it’s like
being chased by monsters without a weapon,
it’s like a losing battle, it feels like
giving up and giving in - and so
i wish you didn’t exist
or you and i didn’t exist
or maybe just that i don’t exist

because being without you is hopeless
and dreary and dark - it feels like
never being able to trust again,
like hard work doesn’t pay off,
like wasted time and forgotten feelings.
being without you feels like
every plan i once held in the palm of my hands
slipping through my fingers
because i guess i just
never imagined a life without you in it.
i guess i never thought you’d go.

now i sit and watch you leaving
in my peripheral vision
and wish it all away, wish you back,
wish i wasn’t missing something
that doesn’t exist anymore,
but i miss it anyway.

and so i lost you.
and so i’m not really okay anymore,
but when you ask,
i’ll tell you i’m doing better
and i hope you are too,
work on moving on without you,
and write you another poem.

—  and so i lost you / @scarredconversations