so i hope at least somebody likes this

anonymous asked:

Is kaneki really not fighting for coexistance like takizawa said??

Oh, definitely. It’s very obvious even in this chapter alone that Kaneki is disconnected from the perspective of most ghouls. That is why when all the ghouls are depressed because they are losing the media battle, Kaneki is naively thinking this is an opportunity for them. 

I’ll elaborate what I mean under the cut. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine you and Cassian's child (either boy or girl you choose) asking about Cassian because he's not around. :'(

Guess who’s baaaaack. So it’s been a while since I’ve written, and honestly I have missed it so much. I won’t go into detail, but basically I had my heart broken by somebody and it’s taken me a while to feel like my old self. :( I’m not 100% okay just yet, and I won’t be for a while but I’m at least feeling up to writing again which is a good sign. 

I’m probably a little rusty, so this request isn’t very long. I hope you lovelies like it though. And I chose boy for this because choosing a name for a girl gave me a headache and with a boy I used Cassian’s middle name. :P

Warnings: None

Words: 687

Jeron looked so much like his father.

As soon as he’d been born, you had known that he would look just like Cassian.

Call it a hunch or a mother’s instinct, but you had known he’d take after him.

What you hadn’t known, though, was how painful it was going to be for you.

It killed you. Jeron’s perfect resemblance to his father—it absolutely killed you. 

Whenever you looked into his face, into his dark brown eyes, you saw him.

You saw Cassian in Jeron and it shattered your heart into pieces every time.

“Mama? Can I ask you a question?”

It was late in the evening and you were finishing tucking Jeron into his bed. 

“If it has anything to do with you staying up late to watch holograms, the answer to that question is no, not a chance,” You answered, giving him knowing smile.

Jeron playfully rolled his eyes. “Fine, then can I ask you another question?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” You replied, pulling his woolen blankets up to his chin.

“Well, it’s just today in Galactic History, we learned about the Battle of Scarif.”

You instantly froze on the spot and your eyes went wide. 

It wasn’t like Jeron didn’t know about his father.

He knew that for most of his life, Cassian had been part of the Rebel Alliance.

Jeron also knew that he had died as an officer on a mission. But that was all that you had told him, even though he constantly asked to know more about Cassian and The Rebel Alliance. “Maybe when you’re a little older,” You would answer, to Jeron’s disappointment. He was only nine years old, and you thought it was best to wait a little longer before you told him everything—about Kaytoo, about Galen and Jyn Erso, about The Death Star. 

“Oh,” You said, trying your best to keep an even, steady tone. “Is that so?”

He nodded. “Is it true that Pappa died in that battle?”

You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip. How were you supposed to do this?


You hesitated for a moment before finally replying, “Yes, sweetheart. It’s true. He died during that battle.” You let out a small sigh and sat down on the bed beside him. “You weren’t even a year old when it happened.”

Jeron frowned. “Is that why I don’t remember him?”

“You were only just a baby, then. You hadn’t been out of my tummy very long.”

“Everyone says that he was really brave.”

You smiled sadly. “Your Pappa was very brave. He was the bravest man I knew.”

Jeron’s eyes met yours and you felt that familiar aching inside of your chest.

“I wish that he was still here, Mama.”

You leaned forward, kissing his forehead. “Me too, my love. But the sacrifice that he made, the sacrifice that everyone in that battle made, it was all for the greater good. It was so that you could have a better future.” You paused for a second as the memory of the day you had said goodbye to Cassian flooded your mind. You cried and cried, and with your infant son in your arms, you begged him not to go on that mission, you pleaded him not to get on that ship with the other Rebels. It was a wound that refused to heal, even after all these years. “He did it for us. He went on that mission so that we could be safe from The Empire.”

Jeron went completely silent.

“Are you alright?” You asked, worried that the discussion had upset him.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yes, Mama. But I have another question about Pappa.”

“What is it?”

“Did he love me?”

You smiled sadly. “Oh yes. Your Pappa loved you very much. He loved you more than anything and anyone in the whole entire galaxy.”

He beamed. “Really?”

“Of course. You were the best thing that ever happened to him—to the both of us.”

Jeron reached over his blanket, taking your hand. “Thank you, Mama.”

“For what, my love?”

“For telling me about my Pappa.”

Definitely rusty. :( but I hope to shake it off quickly! 

Jason: Today has been a shitty day.

Bruce: Can you at least explain how your day was without having to curse?

Jason: *glares* Today has been one hell of a day

Bruce: In this house, we don’t cuss, Jason that means hell as-


Bruce: *gasps*

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Do you have any long, slow-burn fics to recommend? It's okay if you don't, thanks :)

Ooooh thank you for the request! Many of my favorite fics ever are long slow-burns!

Wild by Seefin (93K)- “No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.”
“I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

This is a really really REALLY lovely fic in which Draco shows up one day to complete his potions studies at the house in the Irish countryside where Harry lives with several amazing badass OC girls. At first they (drarry) don’t get along at all and it’s so fun to watch them come together! This fic also contains some Linny, which I love <3 Also Seefin is an amazing author in general and you should honestly read every one of their other fics as well (hi @seefin, you don’t know me but i love you!)

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym (131K)- Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
I read this fic relatively recently and within the first 10,000 words I knew it was my new number one favorite fic, and I WAS RIGHT. I can’t even explain what makes this fic so good besides just flailing about how incredibly well-written and compelling and hilarious it is. Draco has bought Grimmauld Place (which is sentient!) and turned it into a museum, and Harry is an auror who needs to track down whoever is mysteriously after Draco. A few months later and I still can’t get over this fic and how WONDERFUL it is.

Mental by sara_holmes (186.5K)- Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.
This is also one of my favorites of all time (again, read everything by this author if by some miracle you haven’t already). Draco and Harry get stuck with a mental bond (!!!yes!!!) which makes it really hard for them to hide things from each other. At first they can’t control it but eventually they can, and the moment they first use it willingly was just SO GREAT. Really, the whole fic is just so great.

Heartache by Bixgirl1 (25.5K)- “Harry doesn’t think about Malfoy anymore. Not really. Not intentionally. What if the one person you least expect is the only one who really understands what you’ve gone through?
Does this count as long? Regardless, you should read this one because when I made notes on what I thought of it, I wrote “slow and sweet,” and I stand my that assessment. There is lots of hurt/comfort and the getting together is lovely and gradual. For more wonderful hurt/comfort slow-burn, you should definitely also see her fic Balance, Imperfect (91,000 words) in which Draco is Harry’s physiotherapist. But it’s been recced a lot recently so I thought I’d give one of her older fics some love too! (also this is my second @bixgirl1 rec in one day; I’m clearly obsessed)

Domestic by frostywonder (55K)- Harry finds a stray and decides to take him home.
Draco is down on his luck, so what’s Harry to do but take him in? As you can guess from the title, there is tons of domesticity in this fic, and it’s just so cute and there are TONS of truly hilarious moments (including one of my favorite gems ever about Malfoy bowel-movements). They live together, it’s a secret, Draco learns to cook… what more could you ask for? This one just makes me feel so warm and fluffy, I’ve probably read it at least three times.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114.5K)- Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.
I you haven’t already read everything by Saras Girl, you are insanely lucky and you should go get started right now. She has many long fics and they are all incredible. This one is one of my favorites, because the boys are Professors and Draco has the most amazing pet (giant) beetle who is full of personality and named Stanley. But I probably should also link to the Foundations!verse because it is VERY good and VERY VERY slow-burn. Like, I was shocked that my interest was held for so long without so much as a kiss but IT WAS.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149.5K)- Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
I feel like I’m only recommending the ones everyone has already read anyway, but that’s because they’re the best, so can you blame me?! Draco’s auror partners keep mysteriously dying and Harry can’t get along with any of his, so they are thrown together! The quintessential auror partners fic, with an amazing evolution from not-trusting-each-other to friends to lovers and TONS OF UST.

Bond by AnnaFugazzi (173.5K)- I started to write this before HBP came out, and crossed my fingers that HBP wouldn’t make it totally non-canon. No such luck, I’m afraid. This, therefore, is an AU story, where (SPOILER) still teaches (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn’t try to (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn’t succeed in (SPOILER), (SPOILER) never dated (SPOILER), and most importantly, (MAJOR ENDING SPOILERS) never happened.
You’ve all read Bond, right? It’s a (possibly THE?) classic— well— bonding fic. I’ll include it just in case you haven’t heard of it by some miracle (or maybe you want to read it again because last time you were like 15 years old?). The kissing happens kind of early but the romance isn’t until later so I think it still qualifies as slow-burn?

ANYWAY, I hope you find at least one fic on this list that you haven’t read already? They’re all seriously amazing in my opinion (no lukewarm recs from me!) so you can’t go wrong!

Mystic Messenger: V’s Route Walkthrough (Days 5-11)

V’s Common Route Bad Ends | V’s Route Chat/Calls Times | Walkthrough Masterpost

Read before you start:

  • These are the answers I chose. There’s probably more than 1 way to reach each different outcome in the story, you are free to pick different answers.  
  • This walkthrough may not be 100% accurate. Follow the choices at your own risk.
  • Missed Chats: Cost 15 hgs to unlock
    Calling V & Saeran “Ray”: Cost 10 hgs. As of now, these two don’t have calling cards, & are not included in the “all characters” calling cards from the VIP package. 
  • Heart Color Meaning: 
    • V: Mint | Unknown/Ray: Magenta | Jumin: Purple | 707: Red | Yoosung: Green | Jaehee: Yellow | Zen: Gray
  • CGS unlocked with this walkthrough:  
    • V: 35/37 | Unknown/Ray: All (6) | Jumin: All (6) | 707: All (4) | Yoosung: All (1) | Jaehee: ¾ | Zen: 5/6

**Please DO NOT copy and paste anywhere else.**

**I want to play blindly and see what endings I can achieve on my own. Please DO NOT send me spoilers**

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BMC Orphan AU

Heck my dudes I’m supposed to be studying rn BUT I really wanted to share with you this random lil AU @justpidgance and I came up with.

Basically, Jeremy’s parents die or leave him or something when he was very young (Like 4-5 ish). But before they go, they get him to take a Squip, in the hopes that at least somebody will be there to take care of their son.

Below the cut is a copy-paste dump of ideas we had. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Could you write headcanons for Izuku, Todoroki and Ochako all receiving a text message from their s/o's younger sibling, asking them about childish things.

This is so cute? Oh my gosh I think I squealed a couple of times while writing these.

Midoriya Izuku

  • It all starts with a “[Name] doesn’t want me texting you but i don’t care. i want to know all about all might!!!!” Our green-haired hero is a little taken aback from who this is, but as soon as he realizes it’s their s/o’s younger sibling, he laughs and asks what they want to know about All Might. Apparently their older sibling just didn’t want to share fact about what it was like receiving lessons from the world-renowned super hero, so they wanted to ask the next best and smartest person: their boyfriend.
  • It slowly devolves into nerd-paradise. They both start talking about their favorite heroes, besides All Might. They talk about new and upcoming heroes and their fights (which is great because Izuku has kind of fallen out of the loop ever since he entered U.A.), as well as get into heated discussions about who the best hero is, which changes each week for their new friend.
  • Every so often, though, his s/o’s younger sibling drops facts about what [Name] talks about him in the form of questions: “Hey Izuku, is it true that you’re crazy strong?” “Is it true that you have really big shiny eyes?” “Hey, why in the world are you doing that makes [Name]’s heart beat so fast?” Most of the time Midoriya can’t answer, but he does get a really bad blush and his brain short-circuits for a little. 

Uraraka Ochako

  • She is just having the time of her life talking to your younger sibling! At first it started with them asking if this was Ochako, your girlfriend, and asking if she could help them out a little on their homework that was “SUPER HARD!!!” because their older sibling used to tell them how smart she was. The questions, obviously, are super easy so they keep complimenting her about how smart Ochako is and how she is a genius for getting all of them right! They throw in there a couple of “this is why [Name] is so happy around you!! You’re amazing!!” or at least from what she can tell from some sloppy spelling mistakes. 
  • They later move onto the topic of asking her questions about how she is so pretty and if they can help their older sibling by making them prettier because they looked kind of gross. Their conversation was silly but it did give her a lot of ammunition to use next time she saw you, since she would tease you to no avail. She was so ready to ask you if her hair really was “like the softest blanket they had ever seen, even softer than [Name’s baby sibling’s] blankie”.
  • All in all, she hopes she made a good impression on your family. She really enjoys how tightly knit it looks like you two are, and she can’t wait to meet them in person someday.

Todoroki Shouto

  • Knowing Todoroki’s luck, their younger sibling probably wanted to make sure they wouldn’t hurt their older sibling! So they texted him something kind of threatening… at least for somebody in elementary school. “Don’t you dare break [Name]’s heart! I am the strongest kid in my school cuz i picked a big rock and thru it suuuuppppeeerrr far away!” He figures everything they’ve seen on him on T.V. has made a huge impact on this young child. He would be afraid, too, if his sisters or brothers also went out with somebody like him.
  • He’s very earnest in his responses, letting them know that he really loves [Name] and that he will do his best to never hurt them or break their heart. He also wants to know more about their younger sibling’s super strength, as well. He gets assured it’s the strongest super strength in the world and that Todoroki should watch out. He agrees and compliments their younger sibling for how courageous they are.
  • They slowly open up to each other, though, as Todoroki starts acting like a true older brother for them, too, occasionally giving advice or talking about different things. All in all, their conversations are probably a lot more serious than you ever expect them to be between a teenager and a young child.
  • Secretly really loves how they give him information on his s/o’s thoughts about him. He did promise to keep it a secret, though, so he never let’s his s/o know about how sometimes at dinner table they blush whenever they talk about Todoroki or how they’re usually all happy and giggly after a date with him.
Choose Your Mistakes #20C

Part twenty, round C, of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to ask the whiteboard to explain.

Originally posted by onlyonecanbeking

The text scrawled across the whiteboard didn’t make you feel any better about the situation. You gingerly touched a nearby desk. It felt like cheap laminate over wood, the same as any other school desk you’d ever sat at.
“What do you mean the world is literally people?” you asked, hoping you sounded braver than you felt. Your mind was racing, but you couldn’t think of a single good answer for that scenario.

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Incoming Seniors - How to Organize College Applications

So I googled “how to organize college applications”, found a system I kind of liked, and tweaked it until I liked it better lol. Thought I’d share, hope it helps somebody.

•Expandable File with at least 7 tabs
•tab inserts/labels/whatever you use

Each tab is dedicated to a different aspect of your application

1. Class notes (OPTIONAL) (my school has a class dedicated to college readiness that all students are required to take, if you have something similar you can use this or if you find random articles or things you’d like to print out that you think will be helpful those can go here)
2. College information - college list, portal/login information, contact info for the universities you’re applying to
3. Application and related materials - literal printed applications for your records or if you’d prefer to use paper forms
4. Financial aid material - FAFSA, scholarship information, etc.
5. School/Student Information - transcripts, ACT/SAT scores, AP exam scores, college placement exam information (CLEP or state-specific exams (for example the TSI in Texas))
6. Essays (printed copies of essays/personal statements/written materials)
7. Recommendation letter information (letter request forms, list of schools you need them for, list of teachers you’d like to ask)

As an incoming senior myself I know how important it will be for me to keep myself organized and maximize efficiency as it is way too easy to get overwhelmed. Hopefully this system helps me (and others lol) minimize stress during what could easily be an extremely complicated time in our lives. Good luck everybody! :)

being alive [tom holland x reader]

summary: AGAIN inspired by some song by company lmao basically a short look onto reader’s and tom’s relationship!!

a/n: it’s genderneutral as always and not your typical fic, but i still hope u guys enjoy it! :) ( @hufflepuffholland can i just tag you again pls let me know if i’m annoying lmao)

tw: it’s just really fluffy and cheesy

Someone to hold you too close

Someone to hurt you too deep

Someone to sit in your chair

And ruin your sleep

When he was 21, being an all-famous guy, loved by so many people, he had never wasted a thought what being alive, whilst being the love of somebody, would even feel like. He didn’t care about love. Or at least being with someone. That time, he was too busy to even think about talking to someone, actually spending time together. Love, love, what did love even mean to him back then, before he met you? It meant nothing, just a waste of time.

Yet there was a voice within himself, which told him not only once or twice, how splendid it would be to share a little with a special somebody. Of course, he had his friends, he had his family. He had fans, who would tell him how much they loved him. Some nights, he would be awake in his bed – the rest of the world either asleep or in the same state as he was - wondering if there was somebody waiting for him. He quickly forgot about this, before drifting off in a fitful sleep.

Someone to need you too much

Someone to know you too well

Someone to pull you up short

To put you through hell

“I’m Tom.”

“Y/N, nice to meet you, Thomas”, was the first thing you said to him, making him fall in love with you for quite a bit. It was just another party he was invited to, not even wanting to step a foot outside anymore. Everybody wanted to know him and wanted to be his friend. Not because of him being…well, himself, but because of all the buzz around him. He wondered if somebody would ever treat him like an ordinary person ever again. Suddenly you stepped into his life and he knew there was an answer to all of his questions.

That night, you two spent every minute by each other’s side. He would always get you something to drink, he would always make sure you were comfortable enough. Without knowing why, he was just drawn to you, being amazed by the aura you seemed to spread. Your smile lit up the whole stuffy and dark room and he noticed this, standing far away from you. He didn’t know your story, but he knew he wanted to be a part of it.

“What are you doing, actually?”, he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh”, you said, frowning a bit, “I’m just…getting around. Somehow.”

“What does ‘getting around’ even mean?”

You bit on your lower lip, trying to find the right words, trying to be more than the boring mess you pictured yourself as.

“Well, I’m…well, I rather was at university. Tried to be lawyer one day.”

“Oho, tried?”, he chuckled.

You winked at him. “I failed and dropped out. Maybe even on purpose, we will never know. Now I’m just trying to get my first novel to be published!”

He was struck by your honesty. Out of all these people, you were being so warm to him, a feeling he was longing to feel again for so long. But suddenly there was you, a still very unknown person, who was just jumping right into his life, when he needed it the most.

Someone you have to let in

Someone whose feelings you spare

Someone who, like it or not

Will want you to share

A little, a lot

That party was just the beginning of something, which should last an entirety. Obviously, you two didn’t know that right away. There was a feeling, however, within the two of you, which whispered in moments of despair that nobody should ever leave it. Tom was afraid of the idea of being with somebody, having to share everything with them. Somebody, who is willing to stay a whole life by your side, somebody you need to share all of your things with. On some occasions, he would get anxious about that. But just by looking into your face, which lit up a smile the very second he glanced over to you, he knew there was no reason to be afraid anymore. Why would he be afraid, if the rest of his life would be spent by the side of somebody like you?

“You know how much I love you?”, he sometimes asked.

You’d always hum, already knowing the answer.

“Very much. I love you very much, indeed.”

“And I love you even more”, you’d always answer, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

You’ve been in love, once or twice. Yet you’ve never really loved somebody. Being in love is easy. Loving somebody can be quite difficult. Because this somebody will not only be in your heart. They will be in your soul, in your every-day life, in your thoughts, your questions and answers. Tom was this somebody to you. He stepped into your life at a rather strange time of your life. You were failing all things. You even failed succeeding. There was a certain darkness within you, but suddenly this boy with the golden heart showed up, making the sunshine come back again. And you knew, you weren’t going to leave it.

Somebody crowd me with love

Somebody force me to care

“You still remember the night we first met?”, Tom asked, pressing a kiss onto your hand, as he slowly swung you around the dancing floor.

“How could I ever forget that night?”, you answered cheekily, making him, even after all those years, blush a bit.

“I’ve always thought you were cute. Right from the first minute on.”

“Likewise, babe.”

Tom’s smile grew bigger. You thought you noticed some tears in his eyes.

“And now we’re married. Can you believe it?”, he whispered in your ear.

You shook your head, your eyes as well getting damp.

I’ll always be there

As frightened as you

To help us survive

Being alive

“I love you very much”, he started.

“I love you even more”, you continued.

“And I love you the most, darling”, he ended, spinning you around, wondering how he got so lucky with somebody like you.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I'd like to know how would Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa feel dating a early 20 something year old?

Hmmm this one was kind of hard to do. But I hope these make sense!

Yagi Toshinori (All Might): He might feel a little strange about dating somebody so young, since there would at least a fifteen year gap difference. Still, if he was feeling a certain way for them that he hadn’t felt for anyone else in all those years, he would do his best to get over those feelings. If anything, he would tread carefully when he was confessing his love (he doesn’t want a younger person to date him because they admire him more than love him; anyone confessing to him would probably get a polite decline until he’s realized they are in fact pinning for him), and would always be sure to never overstep boundaries and push his younger lover out of their comfort zone.

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead): Unlike Toshinori, there would only be a 10 year gap at most. He would not be as hesitant as his peer when confessing his feelings to them, but they would be a lot more reserved if someone so young confessed to them. Yet, his lack of inhibitions come from the fact that he knows that whomever he dates is probably decently mature that whatever effect the age difference between them had would be null. He honestly thinks age is just a number and shouldn’t affect love if both parties have good communication.

OOC: Spread the Love

A few of you might have noticed that I’m putting random good vibes in your inbox. Chances are if you are a mutual, I will be tracking you down to tell you what I appreciate about you, your writing, and your content in general. Everybody seems to be having a rough time so I decided to break up the monotony of doing nothing, and try spreading a little bit of positivity. Felt like the community needed it. 

Problem is, I can only send so many asks at a time before I get hit with the spam blocker. So! I encourage everyone to spread some positivity of their own. Reach out to someone you appreciate, or even better, reach out to that someone you haven’t interacted with and let them know what you like about their work! It’s only a few minutes out of your day to say a kind word or two to somebody, and I think the community needs that given the stressful set of circumstances that seem to have hit everybody these past few weeks. 

So if you’re reading this, I want you to go be a positive influence on some one today. At the very least, I hope my shenanigans manage to cheer up a couple people. I intend to be doing this over the course of the next week, and hope to see some people joining me on this mission to share the love. 

- Mitch

Dear Friend,

April 1, 2017

It’s April Fool’s day. 
I promise you I won’t be telling you any jokes in this letter. 
Instead, I promise you that it will be a handful of truths that you wish were a joke, or maybe just a story that I’ve made up. 
Unfortunately, my life doesn’t work that way. 
It’s been a mess ever since he left me. 

I don’t think I’ve ever told you his name - nickname at least.
I call him Voldemort. 
Why, you ask?
Well, there was this time in my life - about a year ago - he left to another city up north in Texas called Austin. 
He didn’t tell anyone bye. 
Not even me. 
I didn’t know I was an “anyone” to him. 
I thought I was at least a “someone.”
I guess I was mistaken. 

He left without notice. 
It caught me off guard when he did. 
I sent him so many texts. 
I never got a reply. 

This was going on for over five months. 
Text after text after text AFTER text, I kept giving in! 
Why do I give in?
You would think that after a month of not replying I’d get the hint. 
I did get the hint, I just didn’t want to give up on him. 
He was such a dear friend to me. 
I couldn’t just pretend that he didn’t exist even though he was doing just that to me. 

As the months went on, it got harder and harder for me to think about him. 
Every day, I’d hear his name, see his face, or hear his voice in my head. 
It was so difficult. 
It got to the point that I hated hearing his name so much that when I’d talk about him to my friends I’d call him Voldemort. 

“Voldemort? Who’s Voldemort? Like from Harry Potter?” my friends would question. 

“Yes. Voldemort! That’s what I’m going to call him from now on because I hate hearing his name. He’s my version of JK Rowling’s ‘He Who Must Not Be Named.’”

So, that’s how he got his nickname. 
It’s quite funny though how history decides to repeat itself. 
On January 15, 2017, I sent you a letter telling you about the last time I saw him. 
Referring to that - I still haven’t seen him since then. 
In the past three months, he has only sent me one text message. 
It’s happening all over again. 
And this time I feel like I have lost him for good. 

When he did this to me last year, I was so worried for him. 
I was constantly thinking about him and his health and his well-being. 
I was always wondering what he was doing. 
And most of all, I always wondered if he was happy. 

Now, it’s different. 
Now, he’s not over three hundred miles away from me. 
In fact, he’s less than two miles away from me. 
I haven’t seen him in months. 
I haven’t talked to him in months. 

I still worry about him. 
I still want to know if he’s healthy. 
I still constantly think about him.
And I still wonder what he’s doing,

He doesn’t know this, mostly because it’s a little creepy, but I do take a drive by his house every once in a while.
I got a new car, so he doesn’t know what I’ve been driving.
I always go with the hopes of running into him while he’s outside.
All I want to do is see his face.
Is that too much to ask for?

There wasn’t many differences between the first time he pretended I didn’t exist and the time that I’m going through now. 
The one main difference between then and now, is that I know he’s happy.
He’s happy… 

He doesn’t need me anymore. 
He’s with the girl of his dreams and I’m just figuratively watching him from the sidelines.
I’m watching him be happy with someone else. 
He just used me. 
I was just a distraction until she came back into his life. 
He ran faster to her than he would’ve ever run to me. 
I love him, but he loves her. 
He’s my soul mate, but I’m not his. 

I hate hearing his name again. 
I hate seeing his blue car when it’s not even his. 
I hate going to places where we shared the most memories. 
I just hate thinking about him so much because I know he’s not thinking of me.

I wish I was more prepared for this.
I’m going through the exact same thing as last year, so why does it feel worse than better?
Is it because I want to believe that he was starting to fall for me?
Is it because I know he was happy with me too?
He was.
Is it because he broke the walls around my heart down?

We started doing so many things together. 
He started to make me come out of my shell - as did I with him. 
I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at me. 
I heard the tone of his voice when he told me he really liked me. 
And I heard the sarcasm every time he told me “I hate you.” 
He didn’t mean that. 
Maybe he was secretly telling me “I love you,” but he was just too afraid to say it. 

It’s sad… because I can’t begin to understand what he goes through on a daily basis. 
I don’t know what it’s like to be in love with a guy when you can’t even admit to yourself. 
I can’t begin to understand what he goes through when someone would ask him who I was. 
Was I “just a friend?”
What if they questioned him why we would hang out so much. 
How would I handle that if I was in his shoes?

I want to believe that he was falling in love with me, because it would be the only reasonable explanation as to why he won’t talk to me. 
He got scared. 
I get it. 
His family doesn’t know about his attraction toward men. 
I get it. 

What I don’t get is why he would go back to her?
From what I can recall, in my opinion, she makes him feel so insecure about himself. 
She tells him things like:
He’s a bad influence.
He’s making you do things - drink and other things that happen behind closed, locked doors. 
He’s not a good person. 
You’re better than that. 
That’s not like you. 
You don’t do those things. 

Why does she have to degrade me like that?
And to her own boyfriend too.
I honestly feel like she makes him feel ashamed of himself. 

I hope he doesn’t listen to her. 
I hope he knows that it’s okay to be gay. 
I hope he knows that it’s okay to be in love with a guy. 
Especially someone that would treat him right for the rest of his life.
He’s too beautiful, inside and out to not be treated the right way. 

I remember one thing he told me when he started talking to her again and he and I were on good terms. 
He was telling me that one time when she said something offensive to him, he replied with, “You know what? Sometimes you treat me like a nobody. Unlike Alex, at least he treats me like I’m a somebody.” 

Hearing that brought so much joy to my ears. 
It was wonderful. 
If only he still stuck by that comment and chose me instead of her. 
To be honest, I hope he still compares me to her a lot. 
I want him to know what he’s missing. 
I want him to know what he could’ve had. 
True, real happiness with no judgement. 

I’m not saying he’s not happy now.
I’m just saying, maybe all the comments she made about him not being “him” aren’t true because she doesn’t know the real him. 
Maybe he opened up to me in ways he never did with her.
I feel like I met the real Voldemort.
I feel like I made him feel comfortable. 
He knew I wouldn’t have judged him. 
I think that’s all he needs. 
To be with someone who won’t judge him for what he truly is.  

I want to talk to him. 
I want to hear his soothing voice, especially during sad times like these.
When I’m home alone on the bar writing to you, lights flickering, music playing and surrounded by darkness. 
I feel so empty tonight. 
I wish I knew how to fill this void without needing him.

To be honest, I don’t think it will ever be filled until he comes back to me. 
I’ve tried seeing other people. 
I’ve tried letting someone see my vulnerable side.
I’ve tried finding someone with the same taste in music, games, movies and tv shows like me.
I haven’t found anyone so far.
He and I had so much in common. 
He’s going to be so hard to replace. 

Incidentally, in my previous letter I mentioned some things that I should probably keep you updated on.
I ended up talking to my Management professor after all. 
She almost cried during our talk. 
Her eyes got so glossy, especially after I told her that it’s been difficult for me to get out of bed. 
I could tell that she understood.
She gave me some advice and told me I should go see a counselor - if I wanted to of course. 
She wasn’t forcing the decision upon me. 
I knew she was right when she told me that it would help me a lot. 

Also, my friend from Chicago left this week. 
I miss her already. 
We had such a good time while she was here. 
We went to the beach. 
We went shopping. 
We ate my favorite restaurants. 
I took her to her old home. 
And of course we watched our favorite movies. 
I had such a great time with her. 
I can’t wait until I get to visit her next. 

Love Always,

natunzel  asked:

How do you keep at your writing? I got so many unfinished works that I know are good but trying to edit and polish them into something great just feels like an unreachable goal sometimes.

I feel that way all the time.  But I keep writing – I aim to do so every day, but sometimes that’s just not logistically feasible – because I have faith in the story.  

I tell myself that my stories are worth writing, that if I keep at it they will become something beautiful, that they will get published, and that even if my goals are as far away as I think they are, I will get there.  

I tell myself this even when less than a fraction of me actually believes it.

I told myself that when the manuscript I’m now attempting to publish was on its first draft and still looked like the ramblings of a lunatic, and looking back, I’m so, so glad that I didn’t stop.

I remind myself this whenever the publication process gets difficult:  whether I go the traditional or self-published route, I will get there.  My goals are attainable, and with time and perseverance, I will reach them.

And I remind myself of this when I work on my newest manuscript, and I find myself getting thoughts like “this is stupid” and “no one will ever want to read this.”  Somebody will read it, perhaps many people will read it, and at least a smattering of them will be crazy enough to enjoy it.

I hope this helps.  <3

Something about the shipping in vnc

Guys, really… I’m reading too much complaints that the Vanoé squad and the Vanijeanne squad don’t get along well because they always want them to ship their own ship.

Really guys, how ridiculous is this?? I mean, it’s like you want some people to wear your own clothes that don’t fit them at all.


Dear Vanijeanne shippers:

-let us see gayness everywhere we want to - it doesn’t need to be just because we like gay people or so. Most of our shippers don’t care about genders at all, at least I’m like this. And you want Vanijeanne to get canon so let us have our hopes too

-if there is somebody of our Vanoé squad who can’t deal with you because of the Vanijeanne, just tell them to fucking stop with e.g. the clothes example.

-It’s OK if you don’t like Vanoé - nobody needs to like every ship. But please don’t insult us for having theories, OTP feels. You have to understand the OTP feels.

Dear Vanoé-squad:

-I mean… guys why are you fucking insulting Vanijeanne and the shippers. Nobody cares what they ship right? And well, actually, if there was somebody who says ’ I don’t ship Vanoé because Homosexuality is very strange and awful’ then you’re allowed to do anything to then you want to. xD homosexuality is fucking ok.

-just let them ship what they want to.

-actually I don’t think we’ll get Vanoé - it’s Jun were talking about. Pls think about it.

I don’t want reblogs and likes but please … reblog so that people can see this because this shipwar is fucking annoying. ^-^’

Main points of the interview. I really hope this calms people down regarding the game (seriously, I don’t think the fandom has been so displeased about a game, at least in recent memory… I personally would’ve liked to see DP remakes, but I’m still eager to see what they’ll do and for additional postgame content. I just hope there’s more in the aftergame, like a Chateau where I can Lv-grind my team, and maybe a speedier Pelago so I don’t have to grind so long for BP at the Tree?)

So…version exclusives then? If so, I guess we no longer get the Zygarde Cube? I honestly never completed it, but I hope we still get Trainer cameos, maybe somebody from Gen2 this time around?  

destiny-weaver  asked:

#5 Terra and Namine Friendship please :>


#05. things you didn’t say at all

summaryShe’s so used to adults demanding things of her, with zero regard for her own wishes or comfort, that the drastic change is like a breath of fresh air. He’s giving her time to think, to choose for herself whether she wants to be open with him or not. She decides that she does. [Terra + Naminé, post-KH3.]

Ao3 version here

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II. Dinosaurs and Race Cars - Kyvid

The concept of David Rodriguez was one that Kyle had a very hard time understanding. It was, after all, hard to think when the very essence of a person was enough to drown out rational thought and basic comprehension. Also he had very, very nice arms.

Hi guys! Here we are with part two to this saga that will be full of the sweet, sweet kyvid content that the world so desperately needs. I, on a deeply personal level, feel I must provide for my rarepair, and so here I am, throwing cliches into the wind and hoping they stick (at least to somebody). Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! Tagging @mcnuggyy and @valzilla as my endless fountains of support and headcanons- y’all the real ones.

Part I


“I’m gonna do it.”

“Kyle, dude,” Stan said, exasperated in every sense of the word, “you’ve been repeating that all fucking day. Are you gonna do it or not?”

“Yes, I’m gonna do it!” Kyle whisper-yelled, and he shrunk into his locker door as Stan’s gaze sized him up. “Just, like. In a minute. Next period.”

“Next period was two weeks ago,” he deadpanned. Then he gripped Kyle by the shoulders and whirled him around, and Kyle sputtered his anger out in incoherent noises of distress until Stan’s hand shot out from behind his shoulder to point straight ahead, to a locker that he knew embarrassingly by heart. “It’s so far past next period it’s stupid. Fucking go, Kyle, Jesus.”

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Some tips I’ve learned working at WalMart

I have a lot of social anxiety and before i started working at [insert Mart here] and i had a really fucking hard time with just simple shit in general.

<b>as a customer:</b>

  • If you’re going to Walmart avoid wearing navy blue. If it’s Target avoid red if you can help it. etc. Wear patterns and jeans so others won’t mistaken you for an employee.
  • DON’T MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE EMPLOYEES IF YOU DON’T WANT HELP. They will assume you need help and try to come bother you.
  • They are trained with the “ten foot rule” which means if they’re ten feet or less from a customer they HAVE to greet them. Stay a good solid ten feet.
  • Don’t pace. If you stand there or pace for a good 10-12 seconds with a glazed expression the employees will think you need help.
  • Try to visualize what items you need before you go into the aisle so you don’t end up taking up too much space or stand idle for too long.
  • If you need help just ASK them. It doesn’t matter that you’re bothering them, they’re literally paid to do that. Try to imagine being a guest at their house, would you get up and start going thru the cupboards for a cup or would you ask them to get it?
  • The only reason I’d suggest otherwise is if they’re on lunch, because they legally have to reset the clock. In that event just ask them to point out someone who IS working. That and if you see them lifting something heavy. Give them a second to put it down for the love of god.
  • You are a guest. Don’t feel bad for existing there.

<b>as an employee:</b>

  • I realized that a SHITTON of people would rather move your stuff out of the way than trouble you to move it. They really just don’t want to be rude so be gentle with them.
  • If someone has a thick accent or is generally difficult to understand ask them to describe the item they’re looking for politely. Start making a lot of hand gestures and they’ll copy. It helps.
  • If an old person gets short with you just remember their cerebral cortex is not what it used to be. Every time they’re slightly inconvenienced their higher reasoning functions cease to exist and all they can do is frustratedly blurt out obscenities. Take a deep breath and remember that.
  • If you don’t know where an item is tell them and say you can find someone who does know.
  • If you see someone who generally looks lost/has been standing there for a long time/has come into the aisle two or more times/ pacing then they need help.
  • Try to enforce eye contact with people. Do so aggressively. If they don’t need help they’ll avoid eye contact.
  • Don’t ask them if they need help every time. Just say hello. If they need something you’ve already opened the door to engage in questions.
  • Old people like to talk. They get lonely. Nervous people like to talk. They find you intimidating. Don’t get annoyed. If you take time to listen to their dumbass story they’ll leave feeling better and I once had a lady stop and ask for my last name so she could write a good review.

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