so these two destroyed my life

Happy Birthday To The Precious Neets! 

( Do not tag as ship, i just like cuddly brothers >//A//<  )

y'all remember that Moment™ in voyager when it’s just a shot of the closed doors of a turbolift and they open and captain kathryn janeway of the federation starship voyager is standing there flanked by two other crewmen and she’s holding this giant plasma gun and her face is cold as steel and she and the squad walk out of the turbolift and into the hallway ready to just DESTROY and it’s so synced and flawless??? i gain 10 years on my life every time

Friendly reminder that Regulus Black became a Death Eater at age 16 when he was still at Hogwarts, and so probably didn’t do anything as a Death Eater and just wanted the Dark Mark to prove something to himself and to others (particularly his parents). Friendly reminder that two years later, when Regulus Black was given what was probably his first real mission as a Death Eater, he was so disgusted with what he was asked to do that he turned against Lord Voldemort himself and tried to destroy one of his Horcruxes. Friendly reminder that Regulus Black was only 18 when he sacrificed himself to bring down the Dark Lord. Friendly reminder that Kreacher and Regulus had only each other and only ever fought in each other’s name.

Love first visited me when I was fifteen.
Love was best friend;
love was not meant to be.
He loved me,
and I thought I loved him too
for a while.
I destroyed him over two years
with my selfishness -
I was only fifteen.
I left carrying a broken heart in my hands,
and lost a best friend.

First love came when I was sixteen.
This time, it had warm brown eyes, soft hands and softer smiles.
It whispered shy confessions into my ear, and they sounded so genuine I made the mistake of believing them.
Love told me that I was the most beautiful thing that happened in his life, and it held me on nights I couldn’t sleep.
First love continued for about two years, during which I experienced the painful reality of giving your all to someone.
It taught me passion, pain, sadness, anger, betrayal.
First love was as blissful as it was torturous.
It left with me shivering on the cold bathroom floor, with months of sadness to follow.

Now I am nineteen, and love has decided to fleetingly appear out of nowhere.
Love now has a childish face but sturdy hands and broad shoulders.

It caresses me with tenderness I have not experienced before; it shares my joy and my sadness as if they were its own. Should this love not work out, I’ll be broken again; but I will go on living because one day I know it will visit me again.
If there is one thing I’ve learned about you it’s that you are equally as self destructive as I am.
You didn’t want to fall in love with me, infact I’m positive you didn’t want to fall in love at all. Between the two of us we managed to sabotage something beautiful and now your name burns in my throat like a shot of cheap vodka. Leaving a taste so vile I can’t help but spit you out. We really were just two shitty people trying to destroy each other before we destroyed ourselves.
—  You’re just another poem.
Binding safety things.
  • “I can bind as much as I like, I’m having top surgery soon so that’ll just get rid of any problems it causes-” nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Not only does soft tissue damage make surgery both more difficult and risky, binding too much, for too long, over even just a year or two can weaken muscles supporting your ribcage so when you stop binding after surgery, you’re at risk of things like hairline fractures- and worse, up to and including a couple horror stories that include punctured lungs. Do not use “but top surgery!” as an excuse to bind while sleeping, for more than 8-10 hours a day maximum, or 365 days a year without one single break. Not binding sucks- but we all gotta do things that suck for our health sometimes, grit your teeth and do not fuck up your lungs and ribcage.
  • Nonetheless, your risk assessment needs to be different if your timescale is less “five years til top surgery” and more “binding for the rest of my life”. I understand some women bind for reasons of gender presentation and such without plans to get surgey, plus of course there’s some AFAB trans people who either don’t want or can’t get top surgery who plan to bind indefinitely. Understand that this means you need to plan ahead for a lot of possible risks and complications that are less prominent for people using binding as a short-term gap, that the effects of very long-term binding are barely known and potentially severe, and that thirty years on, if you are still doing it, there are going to have been consequences for your body. This is NOT to say, “don’t do it”. Do it with a full, informed, adult understanding of what the risks are or might be, and be prepared to take those on. Keep a sharp eye on your body’s well being. Do it carefully. Be prepared for the risks, because yes, they exist. You can take them, that’s fine, but don’t pretend they aren’t real and serious.
  • Don’t wear a binder that is a size too small because the correctly sized one “shows too much”. Lung capacity is fucking important and you will crack a damn rib one of these days if you’re not careful. Do not overexert yourself in any binder; if it hurts or you feel faint or whatever then STOP, IMMEDIATELY. If you exercise in one, wear one at least a size up and throw baggy shirts on over it. Wear a velcro one if you can for working out so you can undo that shit ASAP if there’s an issue. If you go swimming in a binder, have someone spotting for you, make sure there’s a lifeguard at the pool, etc. You aren’t going to enjoy your wonderful transition very much if you, god forbid, wind up being in a serious accident because you’re suffocating yourself slowly.
  • You can bind safely. That is to say, you can bind while minimizing the risks as much as possible, til you reach a point where it’s reasonable for a well-informed, sensible person to weigh them up and take said risks. You cannot bind 100% consequence free. That’s all.
  • And look, just to get a bit tough-love for a second: “but if I don’t do all those things, my dysphoria is so bad I can’t cope” is something I fully, entirely sympathize with. It also means you gotta start working on management techniques so that ceases to be the case, NOT that you should just accept totally batshit levels of risk for the sake of your mental health. The solution to “my dysphoria is so bad that it destroys my life if I don’t bind in my sleep and wear it two sizes too tight” is not and should never be, “so I do it because it’s all right if I know accept the risk”. That’s not responsible, mature behaviour. It’s fully, entirely understandable. But you need, NEED to instead take the longer, more difficult path to finding healthy management techniques to improve your mental health and wellbeing so this is no longer the case, or else it’s going to bite you in the arse. You want to reach the end of your transition with the body you deserve, so you can finally feel right in it? Then look after it. Transition doesn’t give you a new body, it makes the one you’re in right now fit better, so look after the one you’re in.

here’s the thing: it’s just a perfectly ordinary, inconsequential tuesday when jake peralta realises he wants to spend the rest of his life with amy santiago.

there’s no grand revelation or epiphany - it’s not like someone flips a switch and suddenly he can see her walking down the aisle, a vision in white, laughing at him as he fumbles with the rings or his vows and manages to make himself look like an idiot in front of everyone they know.

she’s still amy santiago, his incredible wonderful dork of a girlfriend, still just as beautiful in her favourite pant suit as she’ll be one day in her wedding dress, and still shouting at him from their bedroom about his magnum opus, dirty laundry mountain.

but just like that, as she unceremoniously lobs his teenage mutant ninja turtles boxers at him and tells him they’re going to be late for work, he wants to marry her.

it shouldn’t be that simple. it isn’t that simple, in the end - how can he possibly know in that moment that in precious little time they’ll be torn apart again and he’ll be left with a nothing but a hole in his heart, a prison bunk and two grainy pictures of the love of his life?

but somehow, as he grins at her and she endearingly rolls her eyes, telling him to get dressed, he realises he wants this forever. he wants her, forever, even when she’s muttering empty threats about setting fire to his greatest creation.

(“you clearly don’t understand true art, ames.”) (“shut up and put some pants on, peralta.”)

(little does he know that when he draws her in for a kiss in lieu of apology, she loses all ability to care about how late they already are - and starts making a note to put “marry jake peralta” on her life calendar)


Hi yeah I just want to talk about how amazing Deku was in this chapter, not because of 100% One For All but just because of two little things he said.

So far as we know, every major figure in Eri’s life has told her that her power is a curse, or worse, that she herself is a curse. And here’s Deku, in very real danger of being destroyed by that same power, telling her otherwise.

He does what Eri’s mother never did: he sees her power as a force for healing, a blessing, not a curse.

And then he does what Chisaki never did:

He asks her permission to use it.

Thank you and good night.

“I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Three Eight People,” said the golem calmly.
“I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr Pump. I may be– all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!”
“No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr Lipvig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Do Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Backs. For Sport, Mr Lipvig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”
Moist’s mouth had dropped open. It shut. It opened again. It shut again. You can never find repartee when you need it.
—  Terry Pratchett, “Going postal”
Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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anonymous asked:

msr prompt: fake relationship (b/c plz) but then Skinner is there (I'm thinking maybe a hs reunion & Skinner is a friend of a classmate, but 100% up 2 u)

A bit of fun for a Sunday morning 

Mulder glanced up from his computer screen as he heard Scully groan in frustration opposite him. “You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Sighing, Scully looked up from her own computer, then sighed once again. “I just received an email from one of my school friends,” she explained.

“Has something happened?”

“Sadly not.” At Mulder’s puzzled expression she continued. “My friend…Susan…Well my sort of friend…”

“Your high school friend.”

“Yeah. She’s just reminding me that it’s our annual high school meet up next weekend. I hadn’t heard anything so I presumed it wasn’t going ahead this year, but sadly not.”

“You don’t sound thrilled at the prospect.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

“So don’t go. Tell them you’re working.”

“I told them that last year.”

“Tell them you’re on vacation.”

“I told them that the year before.”

Mulder grinned. “Why don’t you want to go Scully? Isn’t it nice to catch up with old friends?”

“It is, sometimes, but not these old friends.”

“Why not?”

“Well they’re just…you know?”

“You’re talking to a guy who lost all of his school friends the moment he started talking about alien abductions. I don’t know.”

“They’re all smug married people.”


“And I’m not.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“It is, because it makes me their project.”

“Their project?”

She sighed once again. “Our annual meetup invite always states plus one. The last time I didn’t take anyone, so they spent the whole evening trying to match me with guys. Any guy who had a pulse.”

“Sounds delightful.”

“More like soul destroying. I’m perfectly happy with my life but they make me feel as though I’m a failure in some way.”

“You’re not a failure Scully,” replied Mulder, his work now forgotten. “Don’t go.”

“I know…”


“There are one or two of them I actually like. And I do feel bad when they make the effort to invite me.”

“So take someone else.”

“Mulder, most of my friends have lives. They don’t want to come to someone else’s high school reunion, plus I don’t want them to pity me.”

He chuckled. “I don’t pity you.” He suddenly realized what he was suggesting. “Actually, I don’t have a life, which means I don’t have any plans.”

“Mulder, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”


“It’ll be boring. They’ll only talk about marriage and babies and house prices.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

She smiled. “There will be a bar.”

“Listen, if you want me to come, I will. If you bring a friend maybe they’ll go easy on you, or they might take pity on me instead and make me their new project. It’ll at least mean you get a chance to enjoy yourself. It might be fun.”

“It won’t be fun.”

“It will if I ask them to show me pictures of a teenage Dana Scully. I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he added, as Scully glared at them. “At the very least we can put them off dinner by talking about the Flukeman.” He grinned. “Every time they discuss marriage we can talk about autopsies if you like.”

Scully shook her head. “It’s fine Mulder, I’ll make my excuses.”

“Email her back and say we’ll go. C’mon Scully, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Little did they know.



Scully looked up, recognizing the voice of the woman who’d called her. Mulder saw her grimace for a split second before she forced a polite smile and walked towards her former classmate. “Susan, hi.”

“Hi!” Mulder watched as a petite brunette woman pulled Scully into her arms for a hug. As they pulled back and appraised one another, Mulder also took the opportunity to consider the woman. She had a warm, friendly face, tight curly hair and glasses that reminded him of Skinner, he realized, chuckling to himself. She seemed friendly enough, and he wasn’t quite sure why Scully wasn’t so keen on spending time with her.

“You look great Dana.”

“Thank you,” Scully replied a little awkwardly. She’d never been comfortable accepting compliments. “So do you.”

Smiling, her classmate suddenly caught sight of Mulder. “Hi there.” Taking the hint, Scully turned to him.

“Susan, this is my partner, Fox –”

“Call me Mulder,” he interrupted, reaching out to shake Susan’s hand. “Good to meet you.”

Susan shook his hand warmly. “Your partner? Congratulations.”

“Oh –” Before either Mulder or Scully could interrupt and correct her, she’d continued. “Well it’s about time Dana! We’ve been saying for a few months now that you really needed to start thinking about settling down. It’s been years since Ethan, and honey you’re not getting any younger.”

“While Scully bit down on her lip so tightly that Mulder presumed she was about to draw blood, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. So that was why she didn’t like the woman. Taking a deep breath, Scully maintained both her polite smile and her restraint.

“Oh, Mulder isn’t my partner,” she explained calmly. Susan’s smile faded. “We just –”

“We don’t know what to call it,” Mulder said, shifting closer to Scully. “Partner sounds like we just work together, boyfriend and girlfriend is odd because we’re not kids anymore…” Glancing over at his partner, he noted her shocked – and pissed – expression. *In for a penny, in for a pound* he thought to himself, as he then took hold of her hand. “We prefer “significant other,” don’t we honeybunch?” He winked at his partner, who was thankfully too shocked to respond. However he knew from the look on her face that he’d be paying the price for this as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Oh isn’t that adorable?” Susan enthused, clearly excited that Scully had finally found someone. “Come, the rest of the girls are over there.” She pointed to a long table set up near the back of the room. “They’ll be so pleased to see you, and of course to meet Mulder. It’s been a while since Dana has introduced us to anyone. Come, sit down and tell us all how you both met.” With that she walked off. “Come!”

“I hate you,” Scully murmured, squeezing Mulder’s hand so hard he thought she’d broken it. Wincing, he followed his partner and her friend for an evening of entertainment – at least for him.


There was no doubt about it, Scully was going to kill him, Mulder thought, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. In response, she dug her nails into his upper thigh. Hard. Around the table sat seven other women with their husbands, girlfriends and, in the case of one couple whose babysitter cancelled at the last minute, their children. They were all listening intently to the story of how Mulder and Scully met. He recalled a similar conversation not too long ago when both he and Scully were out in California, and recalled the death glare his partner had shot him when he’d informed their neighbors that they’d met at a UFO conference. This time however, he decided to stick to the truth. “…and then Dana was assigned to work with me. It was love at first sight on my part,” he added, flashing Scully a sheepish grin. Her expression suggested she couldn’t decide whether to punch him or vomit.

Thankfully her school friends were oblivious.  A lady sitting opposite, Caroline, clapped her hands together. “That’s so adorable. Who’d have thought you could find love at the FBI.”

“Well look at Anna.” All eyes landed on a woman sat next to Scully. “She managed it.”

“You work at the FBI?” Mulder asked. The woman shook her head.

“No, but my partner does. He’s coming along shortly.”

“I bet your mom is excited for you Dana,” interrupted another woman, Laura. “I bet she can’t wait for the big day.”

“Oh we’re not getting married,” Scully replied, with an air of finality that only Mulder could detect. He willed himself not to smirk.

“Not yet anyway,” he interrupted, receiving another dig to the thigh. He was clearly having the time of his life, though he knew he’d pay the price for it as soon as he and Scully left the building. “But right now we’re happy as we are.”

Scully suddenly sat forward in her chair, picked up her glass of wine from the table and downed what was left of her drink. “Who wants another?” she asked. As her friends gave their orders, she made a mental note and then turned to Mulder. “Can you help me with the drinks…sweetheart?”

“I’ll help you Dana,” offered Anna.

“Oh no it’s fine,” she replied sweetly. “Mulder will help me.” She glared at her partner, who then nodded and got to his feet, ready to face the wrath of Scully.


“What the hell are you playing at?”

They were barely out of their seats when Scully turned on him. “What?”

“Don’t what me. You know. Significant other. Marriage. Mulder, some of those woman still speak to my mom. And Bill too.”

“Bill?” Mulder grimaced as he realized that word of their “relationship” might reach Scully’s brother. “I was helping you out.”

“Helping me? How?”

“Scully you told me those woman only ever talk about marriage and babies and can’t understand why you’re single. They pretty much turned on you the instant you walked in here…” His eyes suddenly narrowed. “Wait, you are single aren’t you? I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes?”

“Shut up Mulder.”

“I know how uncomfortable they make you feel. You said yourself that they’re like leeches sucking out your soul.”

“They are.”

“And that they’re constantly discussing your love life.”

Scully sighed. “I know.”

“I’m just helping you out, getting them off of your back for one night. At the next reunion you can just tell them we split up. Make me the bad guy.”

“I guess so.” She didn’t look too convinced. “Alright,” she conceded, once she’d given the drinks order to the barman. “But only because telling the truth now would just make me look pathetic. You get to deal with my mom when she inevitably finds out. “

“Deal. For a moment I thought you were going to make me talk to Bill.”

“Don’t tempt me. Bill would tear you apart if he thought we were dating.”


Scully saw Mulder’s eyes dart over towards their table, before refocusing on her. He smiled sweetly, while she eyed him cautiously. “What?”

She stood perfectly still as her partner reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears. His breath caressed her skin as he leaned in to whisper. “They’re watching us,” he whispered, suddenly cupping her jaw and kissing her tenderly on the lips. It was a sweet kiss, PG-rated, but it still look Scully by surprise and left her breathless. It was a dangerous kiss, she thought to herself as Mulder pulled back and smiled once again, licking his lips subconsciously. It made her want to kiss him again.

“This is what couples do, isn’t it?” He turned o pick up the drinks in front of him when suddenly he caught sight of Anna walking towards them with a familiar figure. A familiar male figure. “Shit.”

“What?” Scully was oblivious, still paying for the order.


She froze as she suddenly heard AD Skinner’s voice ring out behind her. Mulder was sporting his best panic face as he realized by Skinner’s smug, knowing grin that he’d just witnessed their public display of affection.


Scully slowly turned, her face flushing furiously. “AD Skinner.”

“I told Dana you were coming, I didn’t realize you knew one another,” Anna explained, clearly unaware of the awkward tension that had crept into the room.

“You could say that,” Skinner replied. “I see you two are enjoying the evening.”

“Sir –”

“Anna was just telling me about the new man in your life Dana.”

Scully looked as though she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. After she’d murdered Mulder of course.

“It’s not what it looks like sir.”

“Nonsense, I’ve heard the rumors.”

Now she definitely looked as though she was moments away from killing her partner.

“You don’t need to pretend otherwise around me, at least not now. We’re not at work this evening.” He gestured back to their table. “We’ll see you shortly.”

Skinner and Anna headed back over towards their table, leaving Mulder and Scully alone.



“I didn’t –”

“Just don’t.” She gestured once again to the barman.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a drink.”

Mulder looked down at the glass of wine he was holding. “You’ve already got a drink.”

“I know. I need another.”

It was going to be a long night.

okay but i 1000% percent believe that the closest jake and amy have come to breaking up was over a game of monolopy like they’d both be so fiercely competitive and ruthless

and amy would be so particular about following the rules and have all these different secret sneaky strategies and plans meanwhile jake is playing “for funises” and just buying everything he lands on and amy is so prepared to win

except two hours later when jake is absolutely destroying her despite his best efforts to let her win, amy just sort of loses it

profanities are shouted, houses are thrown, the board is flipped over and jake is terrified of his girlfriend’s hulk super strength and/or her several threats on his life

(he calms her down after dorkily pretending to blow all his money on a wild road trip to vegas and lose everything in a casino - “ah noooooo!! my future!!!! my prospects!!! how will my kids ever go to university now??????” and making her laugh)

(they leave the game unfinished so no-one technically wins)

(except, jake would argue, as the game lies discarded and forgotten about in the corner and amy’s lips are on his, his hands around her waist, hers cupping his face, the two of them intertwined - he definitely won)

hello everyone, i hope you’ve been having an awesome week so far! it’s my birthday today, and i had an idea in mind to make a mutuals appreciation of some sort just to thank all the lovely mutuals i have, though @txmriddlx‘s amazing idea helped me make this into something even more special, so thank you! also, thank you to all the lovely and amazing followers i have for following this shitty blog, my first year anniversary is in six days too, so keep your eyes out for more information on the event i’m hosting for that! ♥

♥ my (best) friends on this hellsite ~

okay so first and foremost, i want to thank all the friends i’ve made and grew closer to ever since i made this blog, cause without you, i would not be the person i am now, and my experiences would not have been the same either! i love you all ♥

chloe @chovchang ♥ meghan @kctiebell ♥ natalie @njmphadora ♥ topaz @jilyeverafter ♥ allegra @pctter ♥ yuki @tcrtarus ♥ elly @findfyre ♥ vincent @ravenclw ♥ yenna @scourgify ♥ jennifer @hermionegrangcr ♥ liz @foreverjily ♥ febe @tonqs ♥ kass @parqinson ♥ sophia @fleurdelacvur ♥ daisy @padfootd ♥ elena @meraudurs ♥ malia @fleurrdelacour ♥ hannah @dailyprophet ♥ bruna @auroremus ♥ sandhya @howlingremus ♥ adiba @emmelinevvance ♥ zay @jamespottuh ♥ natalie @herrmione ♥ celia @driacomalfoy ♥ mia @nargles ♥ lena @trjwizard ♥ kate @aliciavspinnet

and special mentions to:

@harrypotternetwork here ♥ @hpwritersnet here

thank you so much to all of you for being such rays of sunshine; without these two networks, my life would be extremely boring! another big thank you also to all the other networks i’m part of too, you’re all amazing and beautiful people ♥

and now for all of my lovely mutuals ~

thank you so much to all of you lovely mutuals who have graced my dash with lovely posts, i love you all so, so much!!

(i apologise for this not being alphabetised, i honestly want to destroy tumblr mobile for getting rid of that helpful alphabetical feature for following lists ugh)

@amhinyard ★ @lavendeir ★ @padsfood ★ @stevanyeun ★ @crvdence ★ @wotcherpotter ★ @potter ★ @leakycauldron ★ @saladtsar ★ @bookwrms  ★ @mollywealsey ★ @blacksiruis ★ @septimvsmalfoy ★ @xenophilius ★ @nirkwood ★ @scheuyler ★ @ohnooras ★ @kylloskywalker ★ @cedrjcdiggory ★ @marlenemkinnon ★ @vexedbuckbeak ★ @mcgonnagal ★ @drerry ★ @remusluvpin ★ @thunderbjrd ★ @saintspotter ★ @saintress ★ @liquidlvck ★ @madameskeeter ★ @vildes ★ @katjebell ★ @bjllpotts ★ @wespers ★ @jilyss ★ @tonksnymphdora ★ @youhavebewitchedmee ★ @itspemberley ★ @deamus ★ @mermaeids ★ @mermaeid ★ @billywealsey ★ @miyqzono ★ @herniones ★ @pansyparquinson ★ @caravggio ★ @ardentleys ★ @rosevtyler ★ @delaqour ★ @muqqlestudies ★ @pansyparkinscn ★ @queenis ★ @fleuvrdelacour ★ @inktragedies ★ @rvenaravenclaw ★ @cilianmurphy ★ @ginnyeweasley ★ @haidenchristensen ★ @ghosthills ★ @eljzabethbennet ★ @lunalovey ★ @theunseeliecourt ★ @preselys ★ @hhansclo ★ @malfoynarcissa ★ @motzarts ★ @whizardwheezes ★ @rvenclaws ★ @narlilys ★ @euphemiapottcr ★ @kavinskiies ★ @ginnyweaslsy ★ @lunaloved ★ @hermionejean ★ @spidersgirl ★ @expelumos ★ @sirjsblack ★ @hermioneggranger ★ @padmaspatil ★ @scamandersnewt ★ @oblviqte ★ @cuipid ★ @bignleys ★ @lovegoodd ★ @cindurellas ★ @noraeva ★ @austenjane ★ @mytholgie ★ @miliebobbybrown ★ @rosecallaway ★ @adnromeda ★ @katiegardhner ★ @lilypcttcr ★ @dementvr ★ @lunascope ★ @tedtonks ★ @kavisnky ★ @georgeweaslry ★ @snufflesblacks ★ @penyworths ★ @oyprongs ★ @poethry ★ @katie-bell ★ @kingscross ★ @siriusftlupin ★ @siruisblack ★ @stormybisexual ★ @oliverswood ★ @saikosmegami ★ @lunalocegood ★ @drary ★ @animaqs ★ @tlnagoldsteln ★ @scorpusmalfoy ★ @lumox ★ @zeppeliiin ★ @hjppogriff ★ @chewbqcca ★ @astrae ★ @vernondursley ★ @regulusblqck ★ @padmapatil★ @johnsremus ★ @capuleht ★ @evanrsiers ★ @fcrbiddenfcrest ★ @aristiotles ★ @nikfcrov ★ @lilyevians ★ @hogvvarts ★ @athenuas ★ @thebloodybaron ★ @illuminosity★ @tyrgaryens ★ @prongsno ★ @inkdeaths ★ @abrcxasmalfoy ★ @cedricdiggoury ★ @minyardx ★ @edwardtonks ★ @gidconprewett ★ @allthevioletthings ★ @aelin ★ @petercapadi ★ @knockturnalleys ★ @roxieweasley ★ @pemberelys ★ @artaime ★ @pureblud ★ @diagonally ★ @rowle ★ @scorpiusmlfy ★ @ninvzeniks ★ @gabrielledelacour  ★ @ravehclaw ★ @pondsamelia ★ @malfoys ★ @leshtrange ★ @blacksistrs ★ @scvrhead★ @julietcapulct ★ @faeheys ★ @deerjily ★ @blueasargent ★ @wonderwomnan ★ @scamamnder ★ @bonkaiqueen ★ @versaillcs ★ @ohpotter ★ @harley-quinn ★ @voldemxrt ★ @snuffls ★ @ginevraspotter ★ @petuniaevans ★ @grangr ★ @cupcakeblake★ @williammagnusson ★ @barryallhan ★ @theboywhclived ★ @arabianrose ★ @remuz ★ @eurovisionn ★ @cho-chang ★ @odeysseus ★ @siriusblacc ★ @marauderzs ★ @marlenemckinnan ★ @julietcapulets ★ @grangersdesigns ★ @aly-naith ★ @puveblood ★ @astark ★ @marleyyandme ★ @katiebells ★ @lilyvans ★ @jiilys ★ @gxldentrio ★ @jilychallenge ★ @ginnyandharry ★ @noorasaethre ★ @jasonisaacs ★ @fantastlcbeasts ★ @dracomahlfoys ★ @paddfoot ★ @maisiewillaim ★ @gxnnyweasley ★ @jamesstruttingpotter  ★ @ginnxweasley ★ @herhmione ★ @victorkrvm ★ @ginnys ★ @leviohhsa ★ @snapslikethis ★ @hmionegrangr ★ @alicelongbottom ★ @hiddenpolkadots ★ @thejilyship★ @aeryastark ★ @ginnydear ★ @ravnclaws ★ @hugvvarts ★ @jammespotter ★

thank you so much to everyone who’s made tumblr so special, i love you all and i hope you have an amazing week ★

anonymous asked:

Some Jumin x MC anniversary fluff head canons

a|n y’all know how lovely of a request this is and thank you for giving me such fluffy material to write. here you go!! happy reading!!

Jumin and MC’s Anniversary

  • so it’s not new information to us how much Jumin loves and values you
  • and it’s not new that the man happens to love giving gifts to you every single chance he got, thinking that the gifts were pieces of you he has to find and acquire
  • Jumin is the kind of husband that does not only worship you through the sheets but as well as every ground you walk on
  • he would make sure you’re happy and contented while married to him
  • but one thing that is most likely to disrupt your happy ever after is the fact that he spends 60% of his time at the company working
  • and what’s heart quenching was the fact that, as time dragged on, that 60% gradually grew to an astounding 80%
  • in short, he’d leave you at home and work for days - not just inside the country but outside as well ( he’d be calling but sometimes hearing his voice ain’t enough smh )
  • yes, god, you understand why he have to leave
  • why he always end up leaving
  • but is it really just enough to understand?
  • were you given any choice? no. that’s right. none.
  • one night without him by your side as you lay on the massive bed alone even got you thinking ‘what if i married a different man?’
  • ‘what would my life be like if i ended up not marrying him?’
  • ‘what if i chose to lead a simple life without all these luxuries?’
  • you knew you could do without all the extravagant living
  • you and him in a simple home would suffice enough
  • but no, he had to leave, to work and to slowly destroy your marriage so that you two can live a life without worrying about expenditures
  • there were nights where you couldn’t help but stifle a soft sob as you hugged the usual pillows he uses on rare occasions that he’s home
  • it was so sad that the 80% now turned into very rare occasions
  • you’d be falling asleep without him and waking up next to a used side of the bed, his smell on the sheets the only lingering evidence that he was there
  • he’d be gone for various business trips for weeks and would only be home for a few hours
  • the feeling of loneliness, desertion and discontentment grew bigger and without control until it was finally almost your first anniversary
  • you wanted to complain or at least tell him you’re not happy with this set-up but every time he gets home on those rare occasions, you would bite back your tongue from complaining as you get hit by the fact that Jumin is dead tired
  • he always looked tired lately
  • but he would look at you with love and appreciation on his eyes
  • it’s hard, isn’t it? marrying an extremely successful business man
  • and of course, you just have to understand
  • “Honey.” his deep baritone broke your daydreaming as he walked to you while fixing his tie, one early morning - he had been home the previous night and waited for you to wake up
  • “Uhm … Do you know what today is?” you asked, hopeful that at least he remembered
  • he furrowed his brows as he looked at you questioningly - not a clue about what you were talking about, “Hm? Is there something special about today?”
  • you were expecting him to say anything about today but he just had to forget that today is your anniversary
  • “Ah. No, not really. Don’t mind me.” you tried to sound relaxed and happy even if you’d be lying in front of his face about how you feel
  • something that Jumin is not particularly fond of
  • your lips were trembling and all you could do is bite it to prevent you from lashing out about him forgetting what today was
  • “Alright. Though, I’d be gone again for days …” he drawled, his hands now cupping your face as you tried to lean in to the touch, enjoying the warmth of his touch
  • you were kind of expecting him to greet you, really, not this
  • you fluttered your eyes towards his face, carefully memorizing the features you adored - every nook and cranny of the face of the man who captured your heart
  • “I’m sorry …” he said, his voice now small and sad, his thumb now caressing your cheek, “As much as I hate leaving you, my love …”
  • “Mhmm. It’s fine.” you casually said, suppressing the restrain on your voice, “I understand.” you have no other choice.
  • “Don’t look at me that way …” he breathed, his eyes now burning with desire, anger and helplessness, “It makes it harder for me to leave, as hard as it already is.”
  • “… I’m sorry. You should do what you should do, alright?” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer and god he smelled so wonderful. just like after shave and sandalwood.
  • you felt him heave a sigh as he planted a kiss on your temple, his arms now wrapped around you, pulling you closer
  • “Just a little more …” you heard him say, his voice calm and soothing as he ran his hand up and down your back, “I promise,”
  • although you didn’t understand why he said that, you slightly nodded your head as a sign of understanding
  • Yes. You have to understand. You need to.
  • “Go. I’ll be right here, okay? Go or you’ll be late. It won’t look good on your records, Mr. Director.” you laughed as he tightened his hold on you even more
  • you felt your heart tug at the gesture - yes, you truly love this man with all of your heart, no question at that … but sometimes it just gets really hard and lonely
  • he released you from his hold and planted a small, lingering kiss on your lips, then he locked his eyes with yours, his deep metallic sets were hypnotizing
  • “Wait for me.”
  • and then he was gone
  • once his presence completely disappeared, you felt your heart sank as you sat down on the bed, reality dousing you with the cold truth
  • you’re all alone again
  • you let out a small sob, your tears racing down from your eyes one by one
  • it felt like a lid has been lifted off of you due to that conversation
  • A little more? A little more when? A little more when loneliness finally ate you alive?
  • you wiped your tears as you briskly walked towards the closet
  • once you opened it, your eyes landed on a custom suitcase Jumin got you last year for christmas
  • you felt fresh batch of tears fall down as you pulled the suitcase out, your decision finally setting
  • you have been preparing for this day - you need a break
  • Sometimes, love just ain’t enough.
  • just as you were about to finish packing, a ring on your phone interrupted you
  • you picked it up and was surprised to see that it was Jaehee
  • “Good morning, Mrs. Han.” her voice sounded happy as she teased you
  • if these were like any normal day, you would have felt your face blush … but the heaviness of reality was stopping you
  • Mrs. Han …
  • “MC? Are you there? Did I dial the wrong number …” she inquired again, the last of her words more like a whisper
  • you cleared your throat before answering, “Yes? Jaehee?” you answered while releasing a half-assed chuckle, “Good morning to you too …”
  • “Oh. There you are. You sound a bit odd. Are you alright?” she queried with a worry laced tone
  • you assured her that you are and that there was nothing wrong
  • you both chatted a bit when Jaehee finally turned a bit serious
  • on the call, she instructed you to go get dressed immediately and invited you to take a walk with her
  • even though you were a bit puzzled with the sudden invitation, you gingerly got yourself ready and wore the best white dress you could find just as she instructed you to do so
  • but you were surprised to see Jumin’s bodyguards lined up outside the room when you went out
  • they were all holding a piece of stemmed red rose on their hands
  • you bit back an amused chuckle as they all smiled at you while handing you the flower together with a wish of congratulations so cute
  • your gaze flicked down and you nearly gasped when you saw a small path made by parallel-arranged candles and rose petals
  • curiously, you followed the path while tightly holding all the roses the bodyguards gave you - now, the flowers looked like a bouquet of reds on your hands
  • you noticed that the path was leading you to your massive balcony
  • and when you finally reached the entrance
  • you gasped, your heart pounding hard, seemingly wanting to jump out of your chest
  • for there he was, the man you love the most, the reason of your joy and sorrow, standing beside a carefully arranged table for two with rustic tabletop decor with candles, wearing a white tuxedo and the most handsome smile on the entire universe
  • he looked divine
  • “Ah. I see that you got my flowers …” he drawled and grinned handsomely, taking all his time in the world while walking towards you
  • oh how you wished for time to fast forward
  • He’s here! was what your mind screamed, your eyes now swelling up while your legs suddenly became wobbly
  • “H-Honey, I …” you sobbed as he finally reached you and pulled you in a tight hug
  • “Hush. Don’t let me be the reason for your tears.” he said as his other hand rubbed your back while his other was resting on the side of your waist, “I know what you’ve been feeling … And as much as it hurts me, I am aware of my shortcomings. It’s my fault you’re feeling that way … though I’ve promised you happiness with me. For that, I’m very sorry.”
  • you cried even more, your emotions scattering all over the place
  • “What can I do to stop the pain, love?” he asked, his voice low and husky, “Hm. I believe I told you to just wait a little more, yes?”
  • you gently nodded as you tightened your hold against him, pulling him closer towards your body which made Jumin release a blithe laughter
  • “The time has come to where I finally fulfill my vows for you at our wedding …” he uttered as you felt him plant a small kiss on your head, “I’m going to spend the rest of my life by your side from now on … without fail.”
  • you knotted your brows questioningly as you lifted up your head to look at him only to find him smiling softly at you
  • you felt his thumb wipe a tear that rolled down your cheek, both of his hands now cupping and caressing the side of your face
  • “I withdrew from my post.” he professed, his smile becoming boyishly wide, “And it’s finally effective starting today.”
  • your eyes widened at the news - he did what now?
  • “H-huh?” you gaped at him while he only produced a soft, breathy chuckle as an answer
  • “Happy Anniversary.”