someday from now we will meet

I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.
Meeting someone at the wrong time is the saddest thing I have ever come to comprehend. There is this unfathomable pain rooted deep in knowing that you have to let go to continue growth separately when in your heart, you just know- you know that since the first day you were both put on this planet, you must have been two seeds planted right next to each other, the crossing of roots inevitable because what else could explain how you see the world almost identically? What else could explain how when it rains on the other, you feel it too? And it is for these exact reasons I know that us meeting was not a coincidence; we will meet again someday when we have bloomed a little stronger in order to maximise eachother’s growth.
—  Farewell for now, my flower.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Harry saying SOTT is about a mom dying in childbirth. I'm just ??????? What do you think SOTT is about?

For reference:

‘Sign of the Times’ came from ‘This isn’t the first time we’ve been in a hard time, and it’s not going to be the last time.’ The song is written from a point of view as if a mother was giving birth to a child and there’s a complication. The mother is told, ‘The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it.’ The mother has five minutes to tell the child, 'Go forth and conquer.’

Harry Styles, Rolling Stone

When I read this I immediately thought he’s trying to tell us without telling us that Jay was the inspiration for SOTT and making it his lead single is a tribute to her. I mean, that’s my take on it. Makes sense to me.

She prepared her kids (which for all intents and purposes includes Harry) for her death.

Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you’re wearing your best clothes

Referencing a funeral here.

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain’t really good

Understand when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go. Riches can’t save you. Your life may look great from the outside. But it’s not always as good as it looks. And those last two lines may be a reference to how shocked everyone was that young, beautiful, vivacious Jay had passed. It’s not all good in Harry’s hood, even if that’s what the tabloids and paps and gossips make it seem like.

We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?

We’re all whistling past the graveyard like death isn’t coming for us and our loved ones. When it comes, we’re devastated. We know it’s coming eventually, but we can’t get in the headspace of truly being ready for it. So we live on the run. Running from death. But it will catch us eventually.

Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It’ll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

To everything there is a season. The time of death is upon us. But don’t stay in this place of grief. It’s ok to move on. Keep living your life. 

Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here

Jay wants her kids to enjoy life, even though she’ll be gone. She’s going to a better place. No more suffering.

Remember, everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here

It feels terrible now. But eventually, it’ll get better. And she’ll see them again someday. N.E.R.D.–noone ever really dies. Energy just transforms.

We don’t talk enough
We should open up
Before it’s all too much
Will we ever learn?
We’ve been here before
It’s just what we know

Don’t take your loved ones for granted. Share. Bond. Grow together. Do better. A mother’s wisdom.

I feel like this is where it was going with the dying mom comments. Of course, for many fucked up reasons, he obviously couldn’t say this was about Jay. But I think he dropped enough of a hint for us to pick up. It’s not the first hard time or the last? I think in Ever Since New York, Harry made it clear that hiding his relationship with Louis and engaging in fauxmances has been very painful for him and I’m sure for both families as well. The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it? Yep, all her kids are thankfully fine. The mother has 5 minutes to tell the child to go forth and conquer? That must have been what the last months of her life felt like–5 minutes. Not enough time. But she prepared them. God bless.   

anonymous asked:

You have a lot of posts about appreciating Taylor Swift's song lyrics. Can you share with us your favorite lyrics from each of her songs?

Wow, this was more difficult and more time consuming than I originally thought it would be. I didn’t include any unreleased songs, any soundtrack songs or any collaborations that weren’t on her studio albums. I also didn’t include Ready For It or Look What You Made Me Do since we don’t have all of Reputation yet. Still, here is 82 of my favourite Taylor Swift lyrics… 


Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress

Picture To Burn: I realise you love yourself more than you could ever love me

Teardrops On My Guitar: I’ll bet she’s beautiful that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without

A Place In This World: I’ll be strong and I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on

Cold As You: You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

The Outside: No one notices until it’s too late to do anything

Tied Together With a Smile: Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Should’ve Said No: It was a moment of weakness and you said yes, you should’ve said no

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Well I was sixteen when suddenly, I wasn’t that little girl you used to see

Our Song: Our song is the way he laughs, the first date man I didn’t kiss him and I should have

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground

Invisible: You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you want to make the very first scar? Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart?

Fearless: In this moment now, capture it remember it

Fifteen: In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating a boy on the football team

Love Story: Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real

Hey Stephen: All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

White Horse: I’m not a princess and this ain’t a fairy-tale, but I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well

You Belong With Me: I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, I think I know where you belong I think I know it’s with me

Breathe: People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, nothing we say is gonna save us from a fall out

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside?

You’re Not Sorry: There’s nothing left to beg for

The Way I Loved You: Breaking down and coming undone, it’s a rollercoaster kind of rush, and I never knew I could feel that much

Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone

The Best Day: I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine

Change: They might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared

Jump Then Fall: Every time you smile I smile and every time you shine I shine

Come In With The Rian: I could go back to every laugh, but I don’t want to go there anymore

Superstar: You play in bars and you play guitar, I’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

The Other Side of the Door: I said leave but baby all I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming I’m in love with you 

Mine: You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded, you say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to December: Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again I swear I’d love you right

Speak Now: Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you

Dear John: I took your matches before fire could catch me

Mean: You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them

The Story of Us: I’ve never heard silence quite this loud

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said… I just realised everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you

Better Than Revenge: Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go

Innocent: Who you are is not where you’ve been

Haunted: Something keeps me holding onto nothing

Last Kiss: I’m not much for dancing but for you I did

Long Live: May these memories break our fall

Ours: Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine

If This Was a Movie: I know people change and these things happen, but I remember how it was back then

Superman: Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying, he’s not all bad like his reputation

State of Grace: Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, in burning red

Treacherous: Nothing safe is worth the drive

I Knew You Were Trouble: You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

All Too Well: Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralysed by it, I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it

22: We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time, it’s miserable and magical 

I Almost Do: I bet it never ever occurred to you, that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

We Are Never Getting Back Together: And you would hide away and find your peace of mind, with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

The Last Time: You wear your best apology, but I was there to watch you leave

Holy Ground: Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through, but I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Time is taking its sweet time erasing you

The Lucky One: They tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused, ‘cause you don’t feel pretty you just feel used

Everything Has Changed:
All I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: Look at you worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Begin Again: Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn’t get this song, but I do

The Moment I Knew: You called me later and said ‘I’m sorry I didn’t make it’ and I said ‘I’m sorry too’, and that was the moment I knew

Come Back… Be Here: Now that I can’t put this down, if I had known what I know now I never would have placed so nonchalant

Girl at Home: Honey I am no one’s exception, this I have previously learned

Welcome to New York: The lights are so bright but they never blind me 

Blank Space: Boys only want love if it’s torture 

Style: You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye and I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like 

Out of the Woods: The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour 

All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye 

Shake It Off: It’s like I’ve got this music in my mind saying ‘it’s gonna be alright’

I Wish You Would: I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore 

Bad Blood: Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes 

Wildest Dreams: He’s so tall and handsome as hell, he’s so bad but he does it so well

How You Get The Girl: Say I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart I’ll put it back together

This Love: When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Clean: Ten months sober I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it 

Wonderland: But there were strangers watching and whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams 

You Are In Love: You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words 

New Romantics: Please take my hand and please take me dancing and please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic  

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.4

“This is the weirdest ride of my life” noted Xato Nexgrra. I could only consent him. Our platoon of eleven, sitting in a CARDBOX, big enough it could have been a scouting ship, attending to our incapacitated member while being carried by a foreign race’s pup, which had the size of a legitimate skyscraper, stomping through the endless plains. Each step of the tremendous creature echoed in our heads and brought us dozens of IFPS standard steps ahead. With our improvised vessel in one and the smaller vicious gazing beast - a cat, as Dr. Proaxl could tell us after touching the giant pup’s mind - in the other hand, the giant crossed the lands in an astonishing swift manner.

“So exactly how is this giant going to help us?” I asked Dr. Proaxl.
The doc, while easing Loxxar Kraes’ pain by mental attendance as best as she could, answered to me.
“It’s taking us to its home, where we will find shelter, food, medical equipment and - so all your religious deities are at our side - the support of its family. For this it would be great if we all could communicate with them. Mindtouching is really tiresome and I don’t want to translate between you as our leader and this world’s inhabitants the whole time, so… Üprrkl, how’s it going?”
The annoying Pjörecian scientist had gone silent for a while now and hatched on the task Dr. Proaxl had ordered him.
A brilliant move of her, both shutting him up and giving his undoubtedly enormous brain something better to do than analysing the non-existing chances of our survival.
“Not bad, the data you collected from the pup’s mind are feeding our intercom’s translation codes. They are fragmentary, and at first glance I would say this specimen does not understand its own language’s grammatic rules quite well - or those rules are so broken and arbitrary I for myself can’t wrap my brain around their structure - but its quite the basis. Some rudimentary communication with natives should be possible at least, until you are able to widen the database by mindtouching a - let’s say more experienced - specimen.”
“OK, then let’s try it” I said and formed with my forelimbs a funnel before my mouth. “Hey! You!” I yelled towards our ride.
“It’s name is Max” filled Dr. Proaxl me in.
“Hey! Max! Can you understand me?!”
“YE… I… UN… U…!” The roaring voice echoed in our whole bodies and stressed the intercom’s abilities.
“Maybe I should build in a filter that pitches the tune up and the volume down” suggested Üprrkl. “Wait a moment.” He manipulated his own intercom and shared the changes to the others. “Now.”
“I’ll try again, Max!” I shouted again. “We couldn’t understand you! Say something, please!”
“CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW!!!?”
We flinched under the noise.
“You aren’t too quit, you are too loud! Volume down, please!”
“Oh, sorry. Better?”
“That’s it. Good work, Üprrkl. Ok, Max, we can understand you now. How far is it to your home?”
“Why? We’re here!”

Due to the sunset and the speed, we hadn’t even noticed the sudden difference in the scenery. We entered some gigantic building and the reddish yellow light of the sun changed to the cold blue shining of electric lights. Of course this building had to be gigantic, given the fact the giant carrying us - Max – was only a pup, the house of its family must have been astronomic to our standards. It was just reasonable. But nevertheless we were struck speechless, for this building was for real taller as you could see.
Max brought us in through a huge gate – or was it a simple door? It was archaic, moving around a pivot without any means of electromotoric assistance. Then he brought us upwards by stairs into his room. Beside the electric lights there were no proofs of advanced technologies. At least those giants seemed to be far away from space travel and so they posed no threat for the IFPS for now.
“Wait here, I’ll get some food and medicine. What do you need?” asked Max, the giant.
“Something to prevent inflammation and a narcotic against pain” answered Dr. Proaxl. As a bodyless being, it was only natural for here to ignore the offered food.
So I added to her request: “Some water and something filling and easy to swallow, please.”
Max showed quite the troubled face, but nevertheless left us alone in his room. Thank Xaleates he took that “cat” with him, wouldn’t have wanted to be left alone with that.

After a short while we heard those gigantic steps approaching again, but this time it seemed to be four legs.
“Please Mom”, we heard Max’ voice from behind the door, “just promise me you don’t freak out!”
“Maxwell, I dare you, if you took in a spider or a snake, you’ll sleep in the garage tonight!”
The door swung open and a way taller giant came in, the head covered in lots and lots of those swirly filaments nearly every living thing here had – hair, as Dr. Proaxl told us.
The bigger giant glimpsed at us.
“Quick!” insisted Dr. Proaxl, “Wave one of your forelimps and bare your fangs! It’s a gesture of greetings.”
We did as she told us – but…
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!!!!!”
My eyesight went blank, my hearing broke down, my intercom went sparkling and – I admit it with disgust – I had lost control of some of my digestive organs for a moment. When I regained my senses, I found more than half of my men on the ground, struggling for breath. And even Dr. Proaxl, whose nebulous body usually shimmered in a sparkling yellow white, now smouldered in a nauseous looking green.
“WHA… THE… HE…HA…!”
My hearing was still burrowed under a constant screaming noise, but I registered the muffled rough roar coming from the gate. And through my limbs I felt the tremors of a vast approaching third giant.
Just when would this superlative end? The third one was even taller than the second, by at least two heads. And I mean their heads, not mine. It gestured to the second, the second to Max, and Max gestured to us. And all of them made those annoying roaring noises. My head went numb.
Then finally, the biggest one made a wide gesture and the noises stopped. I remember the face of that giant coming nearer and nearer until it filled all of my field of vision. Then my mind went black.

When I came to my senses again, the biggest giant was talking to a still green shimmering Dr. Proaxl, but I couldn’t follow their talking, so I interrupted them.
“How long have I…?”
“Just seconds, captain. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, you are the captain?” asked the gigantic giant. He oppressed his voice with one of his limbs and tried to be as quiet as he could. Plenty of noise still, nevertheless. “Nice to meet you.”
“This is Captain Bcao Kjuk Mrra, Leading Officer of our expedition ship, and this here is Dr. Smith, Max’ father and biologist of this planet the natives call “Earth”” introduced Dr. Proaxl.
“I apologize in behalf of my wife” began the giant. “Our voices must have quite the destructive force to your bodies. We intended no harm to you, we were just… overwhelmed by your appearance. I mean, it’s just natural, that someday, eventually, someone from out there… I mean now, that after all this time finally…” The giant began quiet, but unknowingly it got louder and louder, like a little boy who couldn’t hide his joy about a new toy. Then Dr. Smith coughed slightly and got quiet again. “Ahem… my apologies. Let’s concentrate at the task at hand. Max said, one of your group is injured?”
“Yes, Loxxar Kraes. He got wounded by a … hamster is what Max mind called it” answered Dr. Proaxl.
“Oh you encountered a field hamster? God, you’re lucky the crop’s plenty. In spring, when it’s their season and the food resources are scarce, they go savage for any intruder in their yard. Some fairly random facts the least of my people knew, but for someone in your… position… it would have been crucial intel. Ok, I see. That breastplate absorbed most of the impact. Some sturdy material you got there. The wound is… what’s that?”
“A force field to keep the wound steril” answered the misty Doc.
“Fascinating” mumbled the giant Doc.
Two in their element. I decided to leave them be. Then the giant Doc asked.
“How do you stand alcohol?”
“For disinfecting? Isopropanol should do…”
“No, no, I mean, how do you stand drinking ethanol?”
Did that monster just say “Drinking ethanol”?!?!

His Precious Little Flower

My precious little flower

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is dating a girl who owns a flower shop but he hasn’t told any of his friends including Steve about her because he’s protective of her and doesn’t want them to scare her off because she’s shy. the team end up stalking him to see where he goes and they see him kissing her inside her shop.

A/n surprise I’m actually posting this a day before I was going to ! I hope you guys like it. My next fic is going to be a winter13 smut so look out for that

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Bucky Barnes was in love, its as simple as that. The only problem was that he hasn’t told his friends about you. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, it’s just that he knows how his friends were and he didn’t want to scare you off. You were totally ok with the fact that Bucky hasn’t introduced you to his friends. From what you’ve seen on the news they were very confident and that intimidated the hell out of you.

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Melancholy Post-PAX Emotions Are Kicking In...Thank You All

I think I get why everyone loves these conventions. As if it wasn’t reasonable enough already, I think I do now.

@markiplier: Yeah, we sadly didn’t meet; I was lucky to run into everyone else, just couldn’t stick around. Nevertheless, other people did, and I’m so happy for them. I wish you the absolute best, and I hope we truly meet in person one day. I hope you also enjoy mine and others’ gifts I brought with me; they were fun to get into a tangible project.

Tyler: You were the first of the content creators that I met, and really lifted my spirits to keep going through PAX with a smile, whatever the matter. You were beyond benevolent and friendly, and I cannot wait to meet you again. You’ve been through enough ups and downs, and it brought you to your first PAX East. Congratulations, and thank you so much. I sincerely hope YOU smile always.

Amy: As charismatic and sweet as you are beautiful and quirky, it was wonderful to have Sam, Smoke (beautiful peep who gave you the alien sunglasses), Laura, and myself meet you. Thank you for being so patient and kind, and my only wish was that you enjoyed yourself.

Kathryn: I know I didn’t meet you. Nevertheless, I still hoped I could. Still, it was enjoyable to hear from the few snippets of your trip here, and I hope we meet in the future. You seem like an absolute sweetheart, and I can’t wait to see what you do in the future.

@crankgameplays: Ethan, I can’t thank you enough for being so patient at the signing. It was great telling you how awesome you were, and I was so happy to look at the way you beamed when I told you about @northeast-artist98 and the art @okaythenart had gotten to me in the nick of time (I put other things for you in a gift box on Friday!). Thank you so much for everything, and I hope I meet you all again in the future.

@lordminion: Twice, both through an absolutely dumb luck, we had met. Nevertheless, you were patient and sweet, and responded with such an eloquent excitement. Thank you, and see you soon.

@foxtrot44: Molly, you’re an absolute gem to be around, and it was exciting to hear about how your wedding planning has been and your recent Boston endeavors (well wishes for Schii!). Thank you for being so caring and lovely, and I’m excited to see you and Wade happily move into the future together.

Bob: Yo! It’s the girl who should’ve rushed you with signing my life-size doll of you, and my portable shrine of photos of you! But, in all seriousness, you were amazing to even briefly chat with, and I can’t wait to see what you and Mandy do!

Mandy: I know we only waved to each other twice, but, you appeared so energetic and happy, I can’t help but hope everything did go well. Hugs from my airport gate, almost about to start traveling back home.

@wiishu: Through a coincidental seating, and making absolute sure I wasn’t breaking rules or bothering you (I checked with the enforcers at least five times), we met at the Are You a Robot? Panel. We might have not talked for as long as I hoped, but, to even say hello was wonderful. I sincerely wish you well, beautiful, and have a safe flight overseas.

@pixlpit: I said it once, and I will say it again: thank you. Not only are you a talented animator and editor, but…as odd as it sounds, you seem like you’re a badass at just about anything. Believe me, I really tried to find less exciting words, but…nothing else came to mind. You seem sardonic, but kind nonetheless, and I believe you have great things coming soon. Take care, and have fun back home.

@therealjacksepticeye: You were, BY PURE AND DUMB LUCK, the most coincidental person to even temporarily meet (I would say the guys at the later signing, but, we were somewhat ready for something to happen). I was struggling to find my own exit out of the panel before I bumped into you. I didn’t get a picture, and didn’t feel comfortable dragging you away from out of the panel exit (cannot, will not, honestly), just to say my own words. Nevertheless, to give you a hug, smile, and brief thank you for what you’ve done for others - and yes, even myself - before eagerly jumping out to let you leave, was still heartwarming. Have a safe flight overseas, and I hope you look forward into the bright future.

Mutuals from Tumblr and Twitter that I have met: Thank you. Seeing you all, face to face, was beyond endearing and eye-opening. I only wish you all fulfilled your dreams, and hope you keep all these memories of yours to heart. Love you all, and safe travels to your homes.


Everyone: PAX East is over, and my heart aches from the immediate swarm of nostalgia. But, it will pass, and all we can do now is look to the future. I hope you all live fulfilling lives, and I hope we meet someday.


Thank you, everyone, and remember in the most harmless way: When they’re gone…we’re next.


(Okay, I sneered at typing that last part, haha!)

In the fraction of a moment
when the second hand moves
between midnight and midnight 01
When it is not today
not yesterday
not tomorrow
and half a breath from now -
we exist
Where time is not, is where we are…
together still
And where hope lies,
lies hope to be real someday
But we still have that fraction of a moment
together
when the second hand moves
between midnight and midnight 01
In that world without clocks
and doors without locks
Meet me there, I’ll be waiting for you.
—  Ranata Suzuki | Microcosm
Let Me (pt 3 of Jaebum mini series)

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[A/n: this took me longer to write simply because it was still pretty angsty and I was having a hard time find a fluff ending that didn’t seem to forced. Tbfh it’s not the fluffiest ending but hey…at least it wasn’t pure angst]


Pairing : Im Jaebum/ Reader


Genre : Angst/ some fluff (if you can call it that)


Words : 1.8k


Pt 1. Pt 2.






-Y/n’s P.O.V-

“I think you should at least hear him out Y/n…” Youngjae said, taking a sip of his coffee.

I looked away from him, knowing that he was right but I just… I couldn’t bring myself to call him back. After that first message he left he started leaving more. Every night it was a new message and every night he sounded drunk off his ass except for one particular night. That message he left was different than the others. His voice sounded so deflated and void of any emotions.

“Hey it’s me again. I don’t even know why I keep calling…it’s clear to me that you want nothing to do with me. So, um, yeah I won’t bother you any more. I’ll leave you alone like you want me to. So…yeah….I guess this is goodbye. And uh, I’m really sorry…about everything. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Y/n!”

Youngjae’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I knew he wanted me to get some closure but I wasn’t ready.

“Y/n…I know you’re not ready to talk to him but… you gotta know he’s not the same anymore. The Jaebum you feel in love with has been replaced with… someone that’s just a shell of the person they once were. Hyung…is different and it’s scary.” Youngjae said, choking up a little.

I felt terrible for putting him in the middle of this. Not only was he my best friend but Jaebum and him were practically brothers. So seeing his hyung go through something like this must’ve been painful for him.

“Look, I’m not saying you should forgive him but…at least talk to him…please.”

I sighed heavily, combing my fingers through my hair, “Fine. But only because you asked me to do this and because I want closure. I loved him, I really did but I’ll never be able to forgive him.”

“We really need the old Jaebum back…”

“How bad is he?” I asked, feeling worried about what Youngjae would say next.

“He drinks everyday…he’s gotten better at hiding it but, we’re all worried. He shows up to practice and is really sluggish and his vocals have been slacking. His apartment has turned into a complete pigsty.”

I sighed, feeling my heart sink to my stomach at hearing how his world has fallen apart just like mine has. Not waiting another minute I pulled out my phone, dialing his number for the first time in what felt like forever. It’s like he was waiting for my call since I didn’t have to wait long. The phone only rang once before he picked up.

“Hey…” I finally spoke up after a minute of silence.

“Hi…”

A moment of awkwardness passed through us before I decided to speak up again, “Um, do you–do you have time to meet up?”

“When?”

I almost laughed at how quickly and eagerly he answered, “Nine tonight? At our spot?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

“Great.”

I didn’t know how else to keep the conversation going so I went to say goodbye but stopped short as he called out my name.

“Y/n!”

“Yeah?”

“I-I really am sorry…about everything.” He sighed out, his voice sounding vulnerable.

“ … I know… “

Before he could say anything else I mumbled out ‘see you tonight ‘ and hung up. I closed my eyes and let my head hang forward, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.

-

I wrapped my coat tighter around my body, trying to keep warm. I kind of regretted asking him to me at this time since it got considerably colder when the sun set. I was already here so there was no turning back.

Jaebum and I’s spot was the bridge that overlooked Han River. We would come to the bridge late at night and just enjoy the view, our darkest and deepest secrets being spilled it the other on these nights. Every time we would come to this place I felt a little bit closer to him, thinking that I knew everything there was to know about him…guess I was wrong.

“Why’d you ask to meet at this hour knowing the temperature would drop? You could never stand the cold for long.”

“That’s because I never really had the chance to actually feel cold.” I said, not sparing him a glance as I hinted to the fact that he always used to be there to warm me up.

A moment silence passed through us before he decided to speak up, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

I heard as he shifted next me, probably looking at me.

“Does that mean-”

“No. No. I just want answers and then I’m gone.” I cut him off, finally looking at him and seeing his face dropped at what I said.

He nodded, his face blank as he undoubtedly put up his walls. He shifted on his feet before looking me in the eye.

“I need you to know something before I answer any of your questions.”

I stayed quiet, silently tell him to go on. He went to grab my hand but stopped himself halfway.

“I may have lied to you but one thing I have never lied about was loving you. I loved you with everything I had, I still love you.”

“But that didn’t stop you did it?” I retorted, knowing that I wasn’t making this any easier.

I could care less to be completely honest. I was done crying, I was done feeling pathetic, I was done wallowing in my own self pity, I was done with it all. I no longer felt the sadness, the pain, the despair I felt before, no, I was angry, I was completely livid. I was angry at the fact that I didn’t notice any of the signs, that everyone else had seemed to know but me. I was angry at knowing that he felt like he needed to go to her when he had me. I was angry at the fact that he claims to still love me after all the shit he has done.

“So what are the answers you want?” He asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I want to know why.”

“Why I did what I did or why I did it with her?”

“Both.”

He sighed, leaning on the railing of the bridge, “The first time it happened I was drunk. You were on a trip visiting your parents and she came over. I had already had a few drinks with the guys but I decided a few more couldn’t hurt. One thing led to the other and next thing I know I wake up in the morning naked…and next to her.” He paused for a second before continuing, “I don’t know how or why but we just… kept on seeing each other. We both knew it was wrong to lie to you but we couldn’t seem to stop, that is until you caught us.”

“So if I hadn’t have come home earlier than I usually did the two of you would’ve kept this lie going?” I questioned him incredulously.

He said nothing as he hung his head forward making me scoff, shifting on my feet. I let out a bitter laugh, feeling my eyes glaze over but refused to let a single tear fall.

“So much for love, huh?”

He stayed silent, but I just seemed to get angrier, “You know when I had called you earlier in the day I had told myself I would never forgive you but as I stood here waiting for you I thought ,‘I might not be able to forget what he did but maybe I can find it inside myself to forgive him’, but after this I know that I’ll never be able to forgive you. I wanted to forgive you. I wanted so badly to keep you in my life even if it was just as a friend. I had realized that I didn’t want to let go of you completely.”

“You’ve been apart of my life for so long and I-” I cut myself off, feeling myself getting emotional, “I didn’t want to let you walk out of my life but now, now I think I have to. I can’t be around you after knowing, after thinking that you would’ve continued lying to me if I hadn’t have caught you both. I love you, Jae, I really do but I can’t do this. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I took you back.”

“Y/n…please. You can’t–you can’t do this to me.”

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head before turning on my heel and walked away from him. I didn’t get very far as I he reached out, grabbing my wrist in his hand. I sighed, ready to yank my wrist out of his grip but before I could he managed to turn me around, forcing me to look at him. And without a word he brought me into his sturdy chest, wrapping his arms around my frame tightly. I didn’t do much to break free from his embrace, simply letting it all happen. I did however keep my hands at my sides.

The longer I stayed in his arms the most I felt my resolve wavering. He knows exactly how much he affects me and I hate it, i absolutely hate it.

“Let me go.” I told him, my voice low.

He shook his head, tightening his hold on me even more. He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky breath.

“Jae, let me go.”

“No.”

“I need to tell you something and I need to look into your eyes to do it.” I said, having come to a conclusion of what I should do to keep the both of us sane.

I placed my hands on his waist, slowly pushing him away. He reluctantly let his arms fall to his sides, keeping his head down.

“As of this moment there is no more you and I. You and I are no longer together…” I paused, noticing how his jaw clenched and unclenched at my words, “But as much as I want to walk away from you I know deep down that I’d be miserable without you. If I couldn’t see or talk to you like I am now then I won’t be the same.”

He opened his mouth to say something but I gave him a look, silently telling him that I wasn’t done talking.

“With that being said…I am willing to start over, from the very beginning. I don’t know how long it’d take for us to go back to the way we used to be but maybe someday it will happen.”

So with that being said I took a step back, plastering a smile on my face. I stuck my hand out for a handshake, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

He chuckled at that, shaking his head before grabbing my hand in his, “Jaebum.”

He kept my hand in his for a few more seconds before letting go, “Is it too forward to ask to walk you home?”

I simply shook my head, a small smile working its way onto my face.

“I’d like that actually…”




That’s it! I hope you liked it and if anyone has any requests my submissions are always open! I do both text scenarios and oneshots so don’t be afraid to request something :)

Tamaki Birthday Card (2017) Rabicha Spoilers

Just some important points (I think). *warning* ANGSTS (not all but yes)


Part 1:

When Tamaki was still in facility, a friend lied to Tamaki saying he found Aya’s whereabouts in April Fools, aka Tamaki’s birthday. “I’m so pissed at him, and at myself who believed that lie.”


Part 3:

Tamaki: “Having confidence is difficult. I’m not as smart as Iorin, and not as loved as Rikkun or Nagicchi..”

Tamaki: “I, what should I do? I want to change.”
Gaku: “Don’t forget about yourself. You don’t need to be someone else, just be yourself is enough.”
Tamaki: “I’m afraid I could fail someday if I keep being like this. My father is not a good person. If there’s no one saying that this is the right way, I’d become scared.”
Gaku: “Don’t worry, Yotsuba. If you choose the wrong way, we will definitely help you. Don’t hold back and just do what you want.”
Tsumugi: “Tamaki-san is a kind person.”
Tamaki: “Stop itーーー”
Tamaki: “There’s no tissue in my room now…”
Tamaki: “But thank you. I’m so glad meeting all of you.”
Tamaki: “I will keep being myself from now on too.”


Part 4:

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The Second Chance - W.D.W

series: the second chance - prologue {part two}

(1,463 words)

A/N: This is my first imagine, and I will admit that I was a bit hesitant to post it due to the serious themes it deals with, but I like how it turned out!

warnings: angst, death


The winter air was slick with mist, parting like a curtain as the white van veered around the sharp corners and sudden bends in the gravel road before it. 

In the absence of daylight, it was difficult to see more than three feet away due to the overhanging fog. Yet here they were, the Why Don’t We boys sitting together in drowsy ecstasy as the old vehicle closed in on their next tour destination.

Corbyn wistfully gazed out of his window into the canyon right beside the narrow road, propping his elbow on the door beside him so he wouldn’t bang his head on the glass, should he fall asleep.

After all, it was 2am, and the buzz of last night’s show was beginning to wear off.

He knew that he should’ve been sleeping right at this moment as his bandmates were, but the dark sky filled him with a jarring sense of alertness.

Ripping his focus from the chasm, he flashed a quick look around his surroundings to see Daniel tucked away at the very back, humming softly to himself. Corbyn reached over to him, gently tugging Daniel’s arm.

“Daniel? Are you awake?” he whispered. His friend straightened up in response, nodding in reply.

“Yeah, I’m awake.” Daniel yawned.

“Oh, I was just thinking, like aren’t we lucky to have all this? I mean, we’re not even 20 and yet we get to do things most kids only dream of, and it’s crazy, you know? I honestly don’t know how to take it all in.”

“So this is why you couldn’t sleep?” Daniel answered, smiling as Corbyn rolled his eyes.

“Hey, 2am is the time when everyone gets sappy and deep and emotional, okay? Especially me.” Corbyn retorted, earning a quiet chuckle from his tired friend-turned-brother.

“I know, I know. I was thinking the same thing, actually,” said Daniel, letting his eyes wander back to the stars. “I guess 2am really does have that nostalgic effect on people.”

“Well, at this rate, we’re going to be barely alive in the morning.” Corbyn sighed.

“That’s why such a thing as coffee exists.” Daniel grinned, pulling his blanket up.

“That’s if Jonah hasn’t drunk it all!” Corbyn exclaimed, accidentally causing Jonah to stir.

“That’s if I haven’t what?” asked a newly awake Jonah, voice still groggy from sleep.

“Sorry, bro. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Corbyn apologized, Jonah promptly shrugging it off.

“It’s okay. Now, you better not have been gossiping about me, Corbyn.”

“Nah, he was just saying that you’ve probably drunk all the coffee.” Daniel replied. That cracked them up, including their driver, Zoe.

“He’s not wrong,” Jonah smirked. “But I’m definitely not going back to sleep now, thanks to you two.”

The sudden jolt of the van swerving to the right broke the conversation, the three of them whipping towards the front of the vehicle.

“What was that?” they questioned, their driver remaining silent.

Corbyn looked outside again, the heavy fog now completely obscuring the view.

“Jeez, look at this fog! I can’t see a thing!”

Jonah leaned over and shook Jack and Zach awake, the two of them stretching as Daniel also stared out his window. Zoe finally answered.

“Boys, I’m having a bit of trouble seeing through this fog! I don’t think we’ll make it much further.”

Another sharp jolt was followed by what sounded like metal scraping against metal. Something had broken.

“That’s it!” she yelled, pulling out the key and stopping the van. It was far too dangerous to keep going, this was the most rational thing to do.

The fog was far too thick to drive through, they’d have to wait until it cleared up enough for them to continue.

A collective sigh of relief rippled across the group, who were now fully awake and slightly worried.

Of course, they had to be stuck on a one lane road in the middle of nowhere. What would happen if someone needed to pass them? What were they going to say to everyone waiting for them over in the city? There was no service or anything. They were literally off-the-grid.

As if things could get any worse, a huge wave of torrential rain began to pour and pour and pour down so hard that Corbyn could swear the droplets were leaving dents on the roof.

It was almost if someone or something wanted them harmed.

“Alright, who here has a death wish?!” Jack shouted, gesturing towards the ongoing storm.

“I do.”

Chills ran down Corbyn’s spine. No one dared to talk. It became so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop.

That voice. That deep, baritone voice belonged to no one sitting in their vehicle. There was nobody else out here except Zoe. So, who was it?

It spoke again. Slowly, words clear as a summer’s day.

“Your time here on Earth - is up.”

Out of nowhere, a tall, cloaked figure with a scythe in one hand materialized beside the five terrified boys.

Zach released a blood-curdling scream, being immediately silenced by the faceless man.

“Mr. Herron, there is no need to fear me. I am The Keeper of Time, otherwise known as Death. You all are coming with me.”

“You’re… Death?” Jack timidly asked.

“You assume correctly.”

“Wait, how is the rain staying in midair?!” said Daniel. Death chuckled in response.

“To answer your question, Mr. Seavey, I’ve merely paused time. I will reset it once we leave. Now, any more inquiries, gents?”

“Where are we going?”

“What is happening?”

“Why are you here?”

Multiple questions were thrown at the dark being.

“Ah, you’re an inquisitive group, I see.” Death remarked. “Good thing we have all the time we need. You five -” he paused to pull out a glowing scroll, “Jonah Marais Roth Franzvitch, Jack Robert Avery, Daniel James Seavey, Zachary Dean Herron, and Corbyn Matthew Besson - you are going to die in less than five minutes. A truck is going to collide with your vehicle, causing it to fall into the canyon, resulting in your deaths. I, the Keeper of Time, am here to escort your souls to the Realm of the Dead. That is why I stand here before you.”

Each of the boys began to weep bitterly as Death solemnly motioned for them to follow his lead.

In ugly tears, they found themselves shredding their clothes in sorrow as they trudged away from the van. They were now ghosts. Homeless souls.

Corbyn caught a glimpse of a pair of headlights coming towards the cursed vehicle as he dragged his feet forward. Death hadn’t lied to them.

In fact, everyone mutely watched as the rogue truck sent the van hurtling over the cliff, the boys falling to their end at the bottom. Zoe had already been taken by Death beforehand, as she’d died in the crash.

This was all real. This wasn’t some sick, twisted nightmare. It was the stark reality, and Corbyn found it hard to swallow. Jack never said another word, let alone breathed. Zach was still drowning himself in hot tears as Jonah tried to console him. Daniel was incoherently singing, red eyes once so blue & bright now dull with the blade of death.

Their lives had ended too soon.

Why else would’ve life allowed them to have so much so quickly? There was no reason other than they were never meant to reach adulthood.

Half an hour passed and The Keeper of Time abruptly disappeared for a moment, leaving a burst of blinding light and black feathers in his wake. But he returned just as fast as he’d left, now holding a gold stopwatch in his large, pale hand.

He immediately turned to face Corbyn and the boys, opening the watch with a flick of his long fingers.

“Gents, it seems there has been a change of plans regarding your passage to the Realm of the Dead. Your appointments have been postponed.” The figure stopped as if to wait for someone to say something but then continued. “I am returning you to the land of the living as of now, for the High Council have decided to grant you all The Second Chance. Must I tell you, each of you will awake with an entirely new identity that you will eventually learn to adjust to. It is for your own good. Farewell, gentlemen. We will meet again someday.”

With a fluid motion, he reset the watch, a high-pitched drone echoing from the ends of the earth.

Ticking like a clock, the ringing intensified every second until it was so deafeningly loud that Corbyn fell woozy, seeing stars spinning around his head.

One by one, his friends collapsed onto the gravel.

He caught three last words before he himself fainted.

“This is irreversible.”

Then everything went black.


part two is now released.  thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed it!

“how do you get over someone you never had?” Someone asked me and at first i didn’t know what to say until i found the right words to say.

‪Letting go is like when you caught a butterfly but you have to set it free because it’s not yours for you to keep. It’s like catching ‬your breath but you have to release it eventually. Feelings are uncontrollable, and it’s not your fault that you loved someone whom you can’t have. We tend to want things that we can’t have, to love people who we can’t have. And moving on is like wanting to forget a memory that never happened. But you have to, you have to let it go, you have to set it free, you have to let the feelings go away. You have to wake up from a beautiful dream and start to livw in reality. Even if the love story didn’t happen, even if you never meant to happened, there’s just only a one way to cross, it’s the road to acceptance. Maybe, we meet people for a reason, it’s something that we don’t understand for now, but someday it will make sense. Not everything is something beautiful and long-lasting. There are some things that are not meant to be, no matter how hard you try to fit it, it will never be. Sometimes people come into your life to show you alot of things, for you to learned lessons, to teach you to love yourself, to see the beauty in letting someone go, to break you a little for you learn how to put it back together, to make you feel better for a little while. Maybe, it’s not just meant to be and you just have to accept it and let it go.

Should I?

Postmodern Jukebox-cover look what you made me do (this song is pretty random and doesn’t belong here,but it’s cool and I wrote it to this song)

Originally posted by trairicordielaschiena

Everything remindes of him.I mean…EVERYTHING.It’s my apartment but feels like ours.I don’t even know why.We’ve spent here only a few days.Every single thing,piece of furniture looks like his.That’s why I can’t be here anymore.I need some fresh air and a new apartment.

I don’t miss him.Not at all.If I’ve learnt something from our relationship than,it’s to move on quickly.Don’t take words close to heart.Harry has the temper and some issues with it.So I’m pretty used to forget everything offensive or rude.Maybe because I knew,that the next morning he’ll be there,apologizing,begging,kneeling.Basically doing whatever he can to get a girl back.Because he needs someone next to him.Understanding and forgiving.That’s definilitly was me.But not anymore.And thanks god I’m not.

‘Cause I got smarter.And understood that it’s toxic.If not for him,then for me one hundred percent.

But those memories drive me insane.My mind knows that it’s wrong and that I’ve already moved on a few months ago.But my heart just as stubborn as myself,so it keeps showing me pictures of our happy life together.Even though I know there’s one bad moment for every good one.

I walk through the dark London streets deep in my thoughts.Ignoring the world around.

Oh yeah!Here we go!Now I doubt every single thought about Harry.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad.Maybe I was just some little stupid girl not knowing a shit about human relationships.Maybe I didn’t become smarter,more like sillier.

Don’t know how it happened,but now I stand in front of his house.His house that used to be ours.

Should I call him?Or it’s just my impulsive wish,because i need more attention?

What if he sees me and will think that I’m stalkering him now.No.It’s Harry.He won’t.He’ll think that I miss him.

But I don’t miss him.But why would I stand in front of his house then? I guess I miss us,not him in particular.

The light is on on the kitchen,and I think I can see his figure.Or I just have hallucinations because I’ve definilitly gone mad.That’s me kreeping next to my ex’s house

Calling him ex is weird.

Ok,whatever.I know that I’ll regret it tomorrow.But if you never try,you never know,right?

“Hey”

I quickly send the message and put my phone in the pocket.I’m so stupid

He answers in what fel like a second but it was a bit more than a minute

“Hello,Y/N”

I hate him.I hate him.I hate him.

Why would he answer.If he didn’t I would just go home and forget about that stupid walk.

“How are you doing?”

Stupid.That’s who you are, Y/N.Couldn’t ask anything better?

He replies in a few seconds

“Is everything ok?”

He knows.He knows me better than I do.And I hate him for it.

“Not really”

What did you just text him?!He’ll think that you’re duying or something.He’ll worry hella lot.And you just suddenly decided to remember about how happy you actually were.

“Something happened? Need any help? I can come”

As I said.Now he thinks that I’m in a car crash or fell from the bridge.

“No,don’t worry.Everything is ok,i don’t need any physical help”

Physical help?!Like get you out of Thames?! What are you doing?!Stop!

“Than what? I don’t understand”

Oh trust me,I don’t understand either.

So I stand,thinking about the answer.What should I say?

But he didn’t want to wait

“You know,you can tell me.What is it that’s wrong?
Tell me”

Is he kidding me.Did he get what I’ve been talking about.What an asshole! He’s trying to make fun of me?!

“You know what?Don’t mind.It was a mistake”

Now my brain finally woke up.It was a blurr.And now I’m more angry at myself than at Harry

“I miss you”

Did he….did he just said that?He wrote it so easily like it was such an easy move. 
Of course it was you stupid head.He just did it while you’ve been standing here and waiting for some miracle.

So here’s you miracle,Y/N.Hary Styles himself.A few meters away from you,sitting in his kitchen,that used to be yours as well.

“Can we meet someday?I’m genuinely sorry for everything that’s happened.
For everything I’ve done wrong…”

I can’t breathe.It’s such a mature act.But what should I answer? “Hey,I actually stand in front of your house looking into the windows”?!

“Please,Y/N.I need you”

Oh. my. god

“You can not answer me but.I know that you read it.And I want you to know,that I want us back.I want you back.I want you.”

Shit.shit.shit.Should I show up?If i do,he’ll think that I wasn’t replying ‘cause I’ve been going to his place.Or shouldn’t I?

“I love you”

Ok now i gotta show up.

And here comes the hardest part- to make myself knock.I’ve got the keys but don’t want to scare him.

Count to five and knock

one

where’s all the air?

two

I probably shouldn’t do it

three

seriously,what if he’s lying

four

that’s the last second to run away

five

i love him

And so I knock on the door.

Was it too quite?Should I do it again?Or what if he’s in headphones and doesn’t hear me.And what if…

The door opens

“Y/n?”

He’s a mess.An actual mess.Did I do this with him?If so,I’ll never leave him again.He looks like he haven’t slept these months.His skin is pale and he’s almost raw-boned.I’m an actual monster

“I’ve missed you so much,love”

He pulls me in the tightest hug.What feels like squezing my bones.His nose is in my hair,he leaves small kisses all over it.I hug him back.And I don’t know for how long we’ve been standing like this.A minute?An hour?A day?

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

“I’ll never let you go again”

2

Adele: Nice to meet you, Goji! You’re probably thrilled how this BC is close to the sea, seeing as you’re a sea-loving person.

Goji: You got it right, this BC house was another thing that bought me… aside from you, of course! *wink* Maybe we can all go to the beach someday and have a nice time.

Adele: I’ll certainly consider this opportunity!


Goji had an Enthuse About Magic autonomous interaction with Adele. Their relationship score is now at 7,82.

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I cannot believe I hit 1k already! It’s been one hell of a year for me and I’ve made so many incredible friends that I am extremely grateful for! 

I am still running my giveaway, so be sure to reblog if you want to win! 

I just want to say that whether you’re a new follower, or you’ve followed me since the very beginning, I absolutely love you with all of my heart. You are what make posting my original content worthwhile. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

I am going to do blog shout outs first and then a few close friends mentioned at the end. Now enough of my rambling, here are some blogs that you should be following to have the best quality of life possible!

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@like-screams-set-on-fire My lovely Krys, it started with a message asking if I could read through and offer constructive criticism on chapter one of your current fic and after that it was pure love. We destroy each other on the daily with photos and posts of our boys and you’re someone I can rely on to talk to about anything and not feel judged. Thank you for putting up with me and my insane fantasies and daily ramblings. Thank you for being my mom and thank you for always being available to throw down. I love you. A lot.

@ivegotashothough Sierra, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for being a friend to me when I had no one else. You are beautiful, and amazing and honestly someone I hope to meet someday! 

@airplaiines My sweet little sister. You are wise beyond your years. You ground me when nothing else seems to work and you genuinely care about my well being. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

@honeymoonmuke Hannah!! We don’t get to talk much, but you are one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of chatting with!! Your heart is large and I can tell. Keep on being you and always remember that you are smart, strong and beautiful.

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@seoul-ess Lia! You never cease to remind me that life is too short not to have fun! You are insanely funny and you always make me smile. We are constantly crying over pictures of Luke and let’s face it, he’s too beautiful not to cry over.

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@hemmigns DAISY bug. I lov u. You are so freaking funny and amazing and honestly I wish we could be friends irl. We’d have the best time. I’d cook and bake for you and we could cuddle and watch movies etc. Ugh this is gross byE. AnywayS, you are incredibly beautiful and don’t you forget it! (Also I’d like to mention that Daisy is worth following JUST for her tags. You won’t regret it!!)

@theonionshirt My other little sister! You are incredibly beautiful and I’m so glad we’re friends!! We are constantly yelling about 5sos but we also talk about Life and that’s lovely. You’re always there for me and I PROMISE you’ll get your Luke smut soon. I’m sorry I suck. 

@lukescurlies Lisa!!! I can’t believe I forgot!!! You were one of the first friends to ever message me on here and since then we’ve yelled and cried over Luke several times and we’re almost the same person as far as what we want with him… if that makes any sense at all. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and you always make sure to take the time to ask me if I’m okay and I appreciate that immensely!! I love you!!!

Well folks, there ya have it! I’m sorry this was so long and emotional but that’s me! Always crying… anyway… Thank you so so much for following my tiny blog and here’s to many more!!!

anonymous asked:

she said she hopes we meet in a supermarket someday when we're older years from now so maybe this time it would workout. i still think about her and i hope we do. i hope by some chance she sees this

This is sweet

Goodbye to Farewells [Peter Parker x Reader]

This is written on Peter’s point of view. And this is just a fanfiction

Warning: Bit of angst?

Based on the song: さようならへさよなら!by μ’s (via Project Love Live!)


Peter remembered the color of the sky when he first met [Name]. It was a beautiful shade of orange mixed with bright blue and spread across the sky. It was few days after Peter realized that he had a super power. Incredible one. He was so happy that he got one like the Avengers he admired so much. He had put on a hooded shirt, a pair of black shaded sunglasses, a mask with spider on it, a pair of comfortable pants, and went out at night.

He was felt excitement fueling his body as he jumped across the buildings, going around the City of Queens. That was when he heard a scream. He stopped himself. And that was the time when he felt arrogant having the power so he actually considered going there or not. He did. He saw a girl of his age getting attacked by guys in huge size.

“Let go of me!” She was on the brink of tears as she tried to push them away.

“Aww c’mon, I promise it will be fun.”

“Really? Can I have some of that too?” The men turned around to see a guy wearing a pair of sunglasses when it was almost sunset.

“Who do you think you are?” One of the men asked.

“Me? Just a friendly neighborhood.” The guy said immediately punching him in the jaw.

As Peter chased them off he turned to see if the girl was okay. She looked terrified. Her body was shaking hard and flinched when he approached.

“Hey, are you okay?” He helped her up. She nodded, still shaking. Peter escorted out the alley and asked if she needed help.

“N-no. I, I will be fine. Th, thank you.” She stuttered. Peter smiled under the mask and watched her go.

The next time he saw her was at school. He was talking with Ned when he spotted her talking with her friends by her locker. He stopped where he was to check if his eyes were deceiving him. No they were not. It was definitely the girl he saved last night. He felt relieved inside to see that she made it safely to her home. He wondered if he should go up to her to say ‘hi’ but stopped himself. He didn’t want anyone to know he had some powers.

“Hey, is anything wrong?” Ned asked, waving his hand in front of his friend.

“What? No, I’m fine. Dude, stop with the waving.” Peter said with a smile. He gave her one last look and walked away.

It didn’t take long to figure out her name. He thought it was cute, she was only in one of his classes but that was good enough for him.

And few days later he got an opportunity to talk with her again, but not as Peter Parker.

“Hey!” He shouted at the thugs trying to attack her. Different guys from last time. He felt bad for her that she got attacked twice in the week.

“That’s my friend you are trying to hurt you know.” He turned to see a twinkle of relief on her eyes.

After he rescued her, she thanked him and told him her name.

“I wish there were some way to show you my gratitude…” She dug through her bags but nothing was found.

“Hey that’s fine. Just be careful around. It’s second time this week I saw you like this.” Peter said. She smiled and continued to go through her bags.

“Um, I’ve got nothing. Sorry, um… How should I call you?”

Peter blinked. He hadn’t thought up of name he should use while he was like this. He quickly rolled his brain but nothing came up.

“Oh, well then umm….” She looked closely at him. He was worried for a moment about her finding out who he was.

“How about Spiderman?” He blinked. He was suddenly curious why she come up with that name.

“There’s spider on your mask.”

Oh.

“Um, do you like it?” She asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” She smiled as he escorted her out.

“Well then, see you later Spiderman!” He waved at her and she was gone.

Peter was in a good mood for the whole week until he saw Uncle Ben’s murder right in front of his eyes. Guilt engulfed him as he screamed. The day after the funeral he was sitting at the corner of the alley where he first met [Name], crying.

“Spiderman?” he glanced up to see [Name] looking down at him. He quickly put on his sunglasses and looked away from her.

“Are you okay?” she sat down next to him.

“Well, no. I… It’s just that, someone very important to me died and it’s all my fault.”

“Oh… Can I ask what happened?” She asked.

“I, I let go of this thief and he, he….”

[Name] grabbed his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

“Spiderman, it’s, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He buried his head into his knees.

“I used my power in a wrong way. I shouldn’t have used it for my own good.”

[Name] watched him and shook her head.

“No, you saved me before, twice. That wasn’t for your own good. I thank you, and my family would’ve been in the same sadness as you were if you didn’t save me that day.”

Peter didn’t reply. Words swam inside his head. Her words and Uncle Ben’s words.

“Right….” Peter grunted. [Name] patted his shoulder.

“So, what are you going to do from now on?” she asked.

“I think I know.” He replied with hoarse voice.

She smiled at him, “Hope that’s the right answer for you.” She patted his shoulder, stood up and held out her hand toward him.

“C’mon. Get up. You shouldn’t be just lying around here like that.” She smiled at him.

Maybe that was when Peter fell for her. Perhaps before that but he was sure that was the moment he was in love with her. He had saved her and in return she saved him as well. He eyed her during the class, looked for her at hallways and found himself just staring at her during lunch.

“I thought you liked Liz.” Ned said, realizing that Peter was staring at someone other than the school’s most popular girl.

“Well, I figured out that was hopeless.” Peter replied, eyes still glued to [Name].

“And you think you have chance with her? You barely had a chance to talk to her before.” Ned pointed out. Peter wanted to say that wasn’t true but Ned was half right. [Name] never talked to Peter Parker before. She only had a conversation with Spiderman.

“Hey, by the way, have you seen that video on YouTube? There’s this guy flying around in a weird costume.” He heard one of [Name]’s friend at the hallway. He stopped and listened while pretending to look through his locker.

“Mmhm?” [Name] didn’t really seem surprised by the news.

Peter’s heart pounded, wondering if she will mention that she knew the guy in the video. He wondered what she will say about him.

“Yeah, it’s really cool. Wonder why he’s doing those things.”

“He’s a real hero. Going around neighborhoods. You don’t see the Avengers doing that.” [Name] said.

Peter tried hard not to smile. His lips quivered but he did his best not to smile like an idiot.

“Look, someone’s got a crush on the local hero.” [Name]’s friend teased.

“Oh, shut up.” [Name] giggled.

Peter closed the locker door and quickly walked away, he felt his heart about to burst. He kept down his excitement but it was very hard. He wanted to run out of the school and scream. It was hard to control.

That night after he went out for a patrol he stopped by [Name]’s apartment. She told him where she lived, just in case he wanted to pay a visit.

“Hey Spiderman!” She said, climbing out the window to the fire escape.

“Hey!” Peter sat down on the rail. She looked around, worried anyone might see him but hardly anyone came to an alley filled with trash dumps.

She giggled, “Still can’t get used to the costume.”

“Hey, I’m a hero! Hero needs a costume, like Iron Man!”

She nodded with a grin, “Right.” Peter had told her that he admired Iron Man.

“C’mon, you know that.” Peter smiled under the mask.

“Yeah I know.” And they stared at each other for a moment until Peter, blushing under the mask, broke the silence and brought up conversation by asking her about school. And after about an hour of talking, Peter left.

It was a torture for him to hide his identity. It really was. He had thought up of telling her numerous times but he pushed away the thought. Every time. And for some reason, she never asked either. Peter did ask if she wanted to see under the mask but she just shrugged.

“Well, I knew you as Spiderman from the start. To me you are just Spiderman.” She replied.

“So you don’t want to know who’s under the mask?” Peter’s voice shook.

“Not now. Someday, I will. But not now. This is fun anyway. Knowing someone who’s smart enough to make that web but not even knowing his name. I don’t know.” She grinned.

And so they kept it like that.

Even after he got new suit from Iron Man himself. She was impressed, yes. And she seemed worried about his attitude.

“What happened to Friendly neighbor Spiderman?” She asked, touching his cheek over the mask.

“Hey, Iron Man himself came to recruit me! I’m pretty much an Avenger now. New –and better- Spiderman!” Peter said.

“Well, I just liked the old Spidey too as well.”

Peter shrugged, “You better say goodbye to that old Spiderman then.”

[Name] looked at him. After a minute of silence, she opened her mouth, “I will save up goodbye until later.”

“Okay…?”

“We may meet again someday.” She smiled.

Peter didn’t reply, he felt upset that she wasn’t as happy as he was with the new suit and being an almost-Avenger.

“Or,” She said.

“I will say goodbye. Goodbye means we will meet again somday.”

Peter raised his brow, “It does?” He asked.

[Name] smiled, “To me it does. It can also mean ‘hello’ to the future, right? Goodbye’s a word meaning ‘see you again’ and it will be.”

Peter was puzzled. Was she that upset to see him like this?

“Hey, [Name]… Do you not like me this way?”

“No. I like you in any form. I liked you in that crappy old homemade suit,”

“Hey!”

“And I like you in that high-tech looking suit as well.” She nodded.

“Well, glad to hear that. I think I should get going.”

“Okay, see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

But from then it was hard to have conversation with her. With Peter’s desire to impress Tony Stark, he did even more patrols and [Name] seemed busy with her own business. Peter had short conversation with her from time to time but she seemed to avoid him so all Peter could do was to stare at her at school, his head divided into Team Red and Team Blue whether to tell her about who Spiderman is or not. Of course, he never got guts to tell her that he was Spiderman, or the fact he liked her.

Oh and who knew she would never meet the Old Spidey again.

A month passed after the conversation.

And Peter spotted a note on the wall of the alley they first met.

Come meet me as soon as possible – [Initial]

Peter headed straight to see her. She looked sad.

“Hey, long time no see.” Peter said.

“Yeah.” She looked down, not knowing what to say.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, helping her climb out the window.

She hesitated, “I, it’s just that…” She looked up at him, straight into the spot where his eyes would be.

“I, my family’s moving away.”

Peter’s world stopped around him.

“Wait, what?”

“You know I’ve been busy these days… Me and my family are going out of the country.”

“What? But why?” Peter’s voice was filled with despair. His voice was already begging her not to go.

“Dad got a new job, and he has to move. He couldn’t leave me here alone so the whole family’s moving.” She said. She avoided his gaze, looking down and swallowing the tears.

“When…?” He asked.

“This weekend.”

Peter was speechless. He reached out for her cheek with shaking hand, cupped her cheeks and had her look up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips over the mask, wiping the tears away. She froze where she was. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. [Name] reached out for the mask, and he waited for her to take it off but she only uncovered his lips. And kissed it.

Peter embraced her and deepened the kiss. Tears were flowing down his cheek as well. He had been too much of a coward to tell her that he loved him and now he could and she was leaving.

They shared kiss for a while until she crouched down and sobbed. He pulled down his mask and sat next to her, hugging her.

“I don’t want to go Spidey…. I want to stay here with you… I really, I…” She choked on her tears while leaning onto his chest.

“Shh…” He tried calmed her down while smoothing down her back. But he couldn’t stop his tears. No he could never.

They didn’t let go of each other and held onto each other hard.

The thought that this would probably the last of her for him to see was stuck in his brain.

“Hey [Name]… This…” he thought for a moment and kissed her cheek.

“You told me that goodbye means ‘we’ll meet again’. Right?”

She nodded. She was still leaning against his chest, sobbing.

“Well I will say that…. You don’t say it. Okay…?” He asked softly. She nodded.

“I just want time to stop right now.” She manage to say it.

“I know. Me too.”

They stayed silent and still for a long time. The time they never wanted it to end was over. Peter had to go, and [Name] had to go back inside.

“I’m glad you came tonight. I will go to school tomorrow and, and get my stuff….” She told him.

Peter leaned in and kissed her one last time. Soft, wet kiss.

“Goodbye (See you again) [Name].” He said, like he promised.

She nodded. Setting the farewell aside. He gave her one last look and took off.

-

Peter saw her at school the next day. Holding a box filled with her belongings.

“Huh, I guess she’s going away.” Ned said, looking at the box.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Peter said, choking on tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ned asked. Peter didn’t answer.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” he asked his friend.

“Yeah sure.” Ned replied, heading away to his locker.

Peter watched her bidding farewell to her friends and when she was just with her mother he walked up to her.

“Hey [Name].” She stopped to turn around, clearly puzzled why he stopped her.

“Take your time sweetheart.” Her mother headed out the door, leaving the two alone.

“Can I help you?” [Name] asked, eyes red from crying the day before.

He felt his hear ripping by seeing that.

“I, um….” He bit his lips. She was waiting.

“Uh, goodbye.”

[Name] seemed indifferent and was about to say something too but he stopped her.

“You promised me that you won’t say that.” Peter said with shaky voice.

She raised her brow.

“You also said goodbye means ‘we’ll meet again someday,’ right?” He managed to smile with quivering lips.

She froze on the spot. Her eyes were welling up with tears and her arms, holding the box, were shaking.

Peter grabbed the box, preventing it from falling.

“Peter, I….” She opened her mouth, her expression of despair made Peter’s world crumbling down.

“[Name], no. We promised. It’s really painful saying it out loud. And I don’t want you to be.”

She took a deep breath, swallowing back the tears, “You will always be in my heart.” She managed to give him one last bright smile.

He returned the smile. He wanted to hold her hands, hug her, kiss her, never let her go. She finally turned around and walked to the exit. Before she opened the door she turned around one last time.

“Goodbye [Name].” Peter croaked out.

[Name] smiled and went out the door, where her mother was waiting for her.

Peter looked up at the ceiling, keeping the tears from coming out. But there was a lump in his heart that wouldn’t be gone for a long time.

                                        ‘Goodbye to farewell!’
          A silly urge, but I found myself wanting to say it…
                   It might be a good thing to say, after all!


A/N: some people might ask me to write the sequel, please don’t. The song’s about ‘hope that cannot be promised in front of farewell.’ If I write part 2 of this then it will be a promised hope. I want to leave it like this. But I would love to hear opinions about this ^^

ID #79808

Name: Fillipe
Age: 19
Country: Brazil

May I have your attention please? Will the real PenPal please stand up? ♪

I always find it hard to talk about myself, I never know where to start, I feel a bit lost. But let’s go…

I’m a guy who is very interested in music. I listen to several different genres, and although I still do not play any instruments, I like to sing and write lyrics. I love sharing music with people, and I really like it when people introduce me to new music. This may be my favorite way to pass the time. Music is really something special to me.

I like to stay at home watching movies and series over the weekend but, I have invested more time in the second option. I watch over thirty tv shows. Yes, I may be called addicted by some people, but, it’s not my fault if the Netflix catalog is so appealing. Do you agree?

I want to travel the world someday, I want to visit all continents, I’m sure it will be a really great experience. I believe there is so much life out there, so many opportunities, so many experiences begging to be lived …

Well, now let’s talk about what I’m looking for here …

I want to meet new people, meet new cultures, share stories, share opinions. I think we can learn a lot from each other. I want someone with whom I can talk about various subjects, (deep subjects and superficial subjects), summarizing: I am in search of fun people who are passionate about life. I am looking for long friendships.

I really have no problem with age, with nationality and such things. I am learning English, but my level is satisfactory. Besides English I also speak Portuguese and Spanish.
If you have read all of this, and you are in doubt whether or not to send me an email … I ask you, what do you have to lose? Take a chance!

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be (…) Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don’t be late. Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria ♪

PS: I challenge you to send me an email with more than ten lines, talking about you, the country where you live, etc. 

Preferences: I have no specific preference.

anonymous asked:

Fuck... I've just recently come out as Aro ace, and honestly there are blogs literally excluding us from the LGBT community. Isn't LGBT all about acceptance and being yourself?

I mean, it’s SUPPOSED to be. People keep mistaking a lack of sexual attraction as the same as being heterosexual, which is ??????? not the same????? at all???????? I mean we’re closer to pansexuality more than anything because we feel nothing equally for everyone (unless ur grey or demi of course)

it’s like some people just always need to dump on somebody, it used to be bisexuals (and sometimes still is) but now they’ve really moved on to us and like, it sucks man what the fuck did we do?

suffering isn’t a competition, it doesn’t matter who has it worse, aces experience a lotta bullshit from every angle, we have a good reason to need a place in pride month, identity confusion, corrective rape, constant invalidation, ‘it’s just a phase’, ‘you’ll meet the right girl/guy someday’, 'I can fix that ;)’, just plain feeling like we’re freaks who don’t belong, being treated like an 'innocent child’, being talked down to, degraded, condescended to

These things happen to us just like they happen to the rest of the queer community, why aren’t we allowed in? there is no population limit, if your sexuality is outside of the norm in any way then you belong, that’s what the community is HERE for, stop fucking shutting out people who need support, stop fucking gatekeeping like y'all are the fucking Queer Law

we’re here, we’re queer, get fucking used to it